Ok, I'm going to try prepare you for this chapter; I hate this angsty percabeth so I am going to mend things soon i promise.
Writing this has become a kind of an addiction for me, but don't expect me to update this often in future. Eventually the homework I have piling up will come to life and attack me.
You know the drill, these people are all Uncle Rick.
My paltry justifications will follow the chaper. Try not to be too mindblown.
Chapter 3: Brownies and Boyfriends
Percy sat on his bed, by himself and tried not to think of Annabeth.
It just wasn't working. He'd hear something that made him laugh and turn to share the joke with her; only to find she wasn't there, or get so frustrated with his college work and be on the verge of calling her for help before realising he couldn't dial her number. With an irritated growl he shoved the papers off his lap he threw his pen down and threw his peen down on top of them, frowning.
"You're stupid and pointless." He informed them.
Thankfully, his stationary didn't reply.
For the most part his work wasn't actually that bad, he was studying ancient history, meaning alot of the writing he had to deal with was in Greek or Latin, complete blessing to his dyslexia. When he'd first got the acceptance letter from NYU he'd laughed. I mean seriously, were they that desperate for students? But he could still remember how proud Annabeth had been, the way her stormy grey eyes shone and how perfect she looked when she'd smiled.
Back then everything had been going so well; they'd survived two potential apocalypses, literally gone through hell and even managed to pass their finals, albeit Percy only with the help of a certain daughter of Athena. They'd been in love and were excited that they'd be moving in together and going to college; everything had been good.
He hadn't seen it coming.
One day, towards the end of summer she'd called him in to talk to her privately in Cabin Six. He guessed now she had tried to let him down gently but maybe it was the shock of it all or the way she'd looked at him with such pity, at the time his temper flared.
He'd yelled, she'd screamed and both had said some things they never should have.
Oh Aphrodite, he regretted it now. Percy leaned back and let his head rest against the headboard.
He just missed her so much. All of the time. It had been four months since it had ended and he still struggled to believe it. Annabeth and me, we were forever he thought dazedly nothing was going to tear us apart. But her voice in his head reminded him otherwise; "I don't love you anymore." Night after night as he laid in his bed those five little words floated around his mind, destroying everything.
Yet he'd still had hope right up until his last visit to Camp Jupiter.
The memory of her laughing with that jerk 's arm around her waist, drooling over her. Octavian, of all people?! The thought of what they could be doing right now brought the bitter taste of bile to his mouth.
He couldn't understand at what point the augur had stopped being public enemy number one and started being attractive. Even Piper and Hazel, who had been Annabeth's best friends had been stunned.
Eyes closed he could feel the hot Californian sun on his skin and see her in the food hall, Octavian leering over her and Annabeth actually giggling while he put his hands all over her. Frank's hand on his arm, steering him away and Hazel's high, incredulous voice resonated in his memory; "Why did no one tell him?"
His friends, who had watched him fall apart, spent hours trying to persuade him that things could be alright, even when Annabeth, the one thing that had been good in his stupid life...
His thoughts were scattered by a knock on the door; "Perseus, my love?" Leo's teasing words drifted from the hall. Percy glared at the wooden door; it still bore the worn stickers put there by its previous owner, who had apparently been a Britney Spears fan. "What do you want?"
Leo poked his curly head into the room and smiled endearingly, "I come bearing peace offerings in the form of little bundles of calorie full goodness."
Percy blinked, trying to digest that. Leo sighed, "Brownies. In the kitchen."
Percy was shocked. "You made brownies? For me?"
"Well I'll be expecting some too, but yes."
"That was – really nice of you." Leo rolled his shoulders, "So canonise me; St Leo, provider of baked goods to the assholes."
Percy laughed; "I have been an asshole haven't I?"
Leo smiled back, "Yeah but you kind of have a right to be. Anyway, I don't want to fight with you anymore, so get your butt in the kitchen already." Percy swung his legs off the bed, there was just about enough room for him to stand in the room with the double bed and the wardrobe also crammed into the small bedroom but it was still bigger than Leo's room, so he couldn't complain.
Now he was aware of the presence of brownies he could smell baking in the apartment, it smelt good, homely. He leaned on the counter separating the kitchen from the living room as Leo produced a plate of brownies. Percy helped himself. "Oh my Gods. These are amazing!" "Special recipe." Leo said smugly. For a while the boys ate in silence, it was only until Percy bent over to take yet another brownie that Leo stiffened and snickered. "So much for being heartbroken."
Percy stared at him, confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well here I was, feeling bad for you because I thought you were all lonely and heartbroken and baking you brownies." He was smirking at Percy in a way that made the son of Poseidon want to bribe him for silence even though he had no idea exactly why he wanted the other demigod shut up.
"Your point being?" He said while a sick feeling settled in his stomach He knows, but how?
"Dude, you've got a..." Leo gestured to his neck grinning like Christmas had come early "Jackson you smooth criminal."
All Percy could do was stare. "Oh shit."
Leo doubled over laughing. "So who's the lucky lady?" Valdez pressed on waggling his eyebrows.
Percy glared at him.
"Wait until the guys hear about this-"Before he could say another word Percy had him pinned against the wall and was holding riptide to his throat. "Valdez." He said in a low voice. "You will never, ever repeat the events of today to anyone, least of all Frank, Jason, Piper, don't even consider Hazel, the scandal will probably kill her- I think you get my point." He glanced down at the blade between them, "Quite literally. But should your tongue ever slip I will personally ensure you never get to experience the events that result in..."he broke off and gestured at his neck."
Leo nodded swallowing, clearly desperate to get the bigger, stronger demigod off his back, so Percy stood back, capping his swor
"And for the record, you've already ensured I won't have any such experiences; I sleep on the futon your mother graciously provided."
Percy reflected that it wasn't surprising Leo didn't react to his death glares; he got so many of them.
C'est tout pour l'instant!
And so far the above is the entirety of my french controlled assessment. Yay!
On the chapter: are you horrified at me? I am.
Maybe it could happen, maybe Octavian could redeem himself. Plus in the SoN Percy stated that Octavian reminded him of someone and the fandom went: Luke?! If so then there's every case Annabeth might...
I wanted to end on something close to a cliffhanger. Who is this illusive lady? It's not like I have the bones of the next chapter saved on word or anything.
Maybe my plot twists are unrealistic. So are demon hunting teenagers, but no one told that to cassandra clare.
