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Percy's POV:

Well, congratulations if you guessed. I was shirtless. Although she did not say it, Annabeth liked it when I was like that. Or so I though.

She came into our house looking tired, but it also seemed she had have fun.

-Hey Percy! – She said while putting her keys on the table – Did you have any problems?

-Not at all. – I said, getting up. Then, I hugged her – Are you kissing me now?

-Why? Because you are shirtless? No. I am not an Aphrodite kid. It's the fifth's day's night. You only have to pass 1 more day.

-So you are not kissing me?

-Percy, - her voice was soft – if you had spent more time trying to make me forgive you instead of planning your next "attack".

-But you are not kissing me?

-Did you even listen to me?

After a while, she went to the bedroom and changed into her pajamas. I don't know if it was that I was desperate or that she really looked cute. She was wearing a simple white tank-top and sweatpants, but she looked extremely beautiful to me. Maybe her mother was Aphrodite after all.

I climbed into the bed. I was about to fall asleep when Annabeth said something to me.

-Sorry, - I said – I didn't hear you. What did you say?

-I said, - she repeated – that tomorrow I will start packing. And I need you to do the same.

-Ok, I will.

-And Percy?

-Yes.

-Tomorrow, you will suffer, and it will be worse than Tartarus.

-What do you mean? – I was very worried. And I mean very.

-I have seen that I haven't torture enough.

-You haven't? Annabeth, you suddenly wear lip gloss, you declined a romantic dinner, you did not say anything when I decided not to talk to you, you wore a dress you know I love and you refused to kiss me while I was shirtless. If that wasn't torture, I am sure you are not Annabeth Chase.

-I said that I haven't tortured you enough. Not that I haven't torture you at all. That's why, tomorrow, I'll make you suffer like nobody did before.

-No, you are the real Annabeth. –I said – You definitely are.

-Good night, Seaweed Brain.

-Night, Wise Girl.

And she was right. The worst day of my life was starting.

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