Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, Plot is mine.

Chapter 2: Regret

I remember the first time I saw her, at summer camp

It was my first year at Camp Migas, a camp for people with ADHD, so there was a lot of active sports.

Flashback

"Over there is fencing class," Grover points at a cluster of people dressed in white fencing suits, practicing techniques.

"And over there is…" He stops momentarily as a group of very pretty girls pass by, "Ooh, gotta go, Aphrodite cabin," and chases after them. Grover explained the cabins to me beforehand.

As this was a Greek camp, we were all sorted into cabins named after the Greek Gods. So the Aphrodite girls are all about beauty products and love, The Hephaeustus cabin are tinkerers and are machine whizzes, and the cabin I'm in is the Poseidon cabin, because of my swimming skills. Unfortunately I'm the only good swimmer in a decade, so I have no roommates.

While thinking about these cabins, I am oblivious to a hockey ball flying towards me until it hit my head. Ow, is the first word that register in my brain. Then I blacked out.

I wake up to a girl sitting on my bed. She looks like a girl from California, with curly blond hair hidden by a New York Yankee's cap and tan skin. The only difference from her and those stereotypical airheads is her striking storm grey eyes. Wait? How did I get in a bed? Never mind that, I think as she opens her pink, full lips, She's talking.

"You drool in your sleep, y'know that?" Then she calls someone named Chiron and I feel myself drifting away again.

End of Flashback

I recover myself as I hear the buzzer. I answer quickly, running, hoping it's my beautiful wife and adorable son. Please please please let it be her. I answer the intercom and send whoever it is up. It isn't her though, no, it's another quite striking girl, with frizzy red hair and green eyes, standing just inside of the lounge.

"Black Widow?" I mutter groggily, remembering I have a hangover, which I forgot because the pain of losing Annabeth is more unbearable.

"No, Seaweed Brain! It's me, Rachel. Is your wife home?" Rachel peered cautiously around the room, waiting for an answer.

Thinking she's her friend, I let her pass. Maybe she knows where Annie is.

"Come here," she motions for me to follow her with her hand, and I obey. I'm so hungover I don't notice that we're going in my room and when I step in she shuts the door behind me.

That's when I notice something isn't right.

She sits on the bed and smiles seductively.

"Sit, babe," I sit next to her, gingerly, and she wraps her arms around my neck, leaning into me.

"Are you gonna tell me where my wife is now?" I demand.

Rachel doesn't say a word. She pulls me on the bed and sits me up with my legs crossed, and she kisses me. I'm too hungover to move her away until she dives her tongue into my mouth and I remember the note. 'I know you're cheating on me,' it said. And with the remaining strength I have, I pull Rachel off me and shout,

"Go! I don't want see you again, you made my wife go and take my son away from me!"

I fall down and cry uncontrollably, Rachel is obviously afraid and walks out without saying a word.

When she leaves I pull myself together and grab a suitcase. I put in two spare changes of clothes, my razor, 10 bowls of microwave noodles, my laptop, the note and my wallet full of money.

I look around at the penthouse I call home. And leave it behind.

Hi! Two Chapters in one day! WOOO! The waves of inspiration just flow to me! and let me apologize for all you Perachel shippers (I dunno what you call them) But NOOO! But she just might make an appearance in the next few chapters. Hope you enjoyed.

BYE!