Chapter 7

Percy's POV

I threw my keys on the floor and went to the kitchen. I poured myself a large bowl of cereal and chewed it angrily. Rachel came in after me and threw her heels on the floor. We were both tired, we happened to go the wrong way and completely turn around and walk a longer way back here. She sat across from me and poured herself some cereal. Only the sound of our loud chewing could be heard.

Rachel finished first, I was eating slowly, my cereal was getting soggy so I pushed it to the side. "Percy, I like the way you handled this." she said, after a while.

"What? My sticking my middle finger out?" I asked bitterly. "Mature way of handling it." I mused.

Rachel sighed, "Percy, that's not what I meant. Well, maybe. But still." she said, smiling a little.

I shook my head and grinned, then turned serious again. "Why do you hate her?" I asked.

She narrowed her eyes, "What does that mean? She put you through hell, Percy. Why wouldn't I?" she said coldly.

I sighed, there was no reasoning with her. "I just wanted to know." I said.

"Well, I hope you know you're sleeping on the couch today." She growled then stomped to the bedroom and shut the door.

I sat there, thinking about what just happened. Did I say something? Either she's on her monthly gift or she knows something I don't. I sighed, grabbed a blanket from the closet, and made my way to the couch. I put my face to the pillow and yelled, "Fuck fuck fuck!"

I turned to my head to side and laughed suddenly. I remember when Annabeth did that when she was upset, she used to do it all the time. I frowned and went on my back and stared at the ceiling. I don't know what I suppose to be feeling. Resentment? Anger? Pain was definitely one of them, and then relief. I don't know why I felt relief.

I honestly did not think it was so bad that Annabeth was back. I'm not one to hold grudges, maybe Rachel can, but I can't. Maybe I can talk to her, friend-to-friend. She tried talking to me. "Percy, wait!" She had yelled, I had been too mixed up in my emotions to do anything but stick up my middle finger. I had been under Rachel's influence.

Rachel.What a piece of work.

Annabeth wouldn't want to talk to me after I clearly showed all signs of resentment towards her, also, concluding that with a not nice gesture which said fuck you!

I was being stupid and judgmental. I was being an immature, spoiled brat. Exactly what Annabeth said six years ago, when she told me she was leaving. Gods, I'm such a jerk. I didn't even listen to her. The envelope she had with her, I remember what it said, it was clear as day. Intelligence Agency.

Maybe I could find out what that means. I always thought it had something to do with the college, but maybe it's something else.

I sighed and turned to the side. I was restless, so I thought about that day Annabeth told me she was leaving.

{Flashback...}

I clenched and unclenched my fist angrily. How could Annabeth do this? I love her, a lot. I'm sure she would've figured that out. Hell, I've loved her since the day I've met her. I turned around, several yards away, I saw a splash of blond hair. And a phone to her ear. Anger surged in me again. I bet she was calling the college, letting them know she's going. I stuffed my hand in my pocket and took out a ring. It was simple, round, obviously, and gold. A little diamond on it, as well.

It was meant for her.

She was meant for me.

I was nervous as hell about proposing. I don't have to be anymore.

I let out a snarl and punched the wall. Several people around me moved away. I fought back unwanted tears. I punched the wall again. And again. And again. Until tears finally made their way from my eyes. I slid down the wall. My hands were numb.

I can't believe she's leaving.

I held up the ring, my hand was shaking uncontrollably. I stuffed the ring back in my pocket bitterly. Then, I stared at my hands again. They felt a little hurt. My invulnerability, it couldn't be sketched by punching the wall, why would it hurt? It's not possible for it to just... go away.

I ignored that problem and focused what I was going to do.

Only, I couldn't focus. I didn't know what to think. I was confused.

Annabeth.

She was gone.

Did she not consider everything we've been through?

Maybe she doesn't feel the same way I do about her. "I love you, too, Percy." That's what she said. Why did she leave?

I stood up shakily, rubbing my eyes. I punched the wall one last time, putting all my emotion into it. The concrete wall went in a little. A part of it was cracked.

"I can't believe this." I muttered. My head felt light, my face was hot. "What I suppose to fucking do?" I yelled out angrily.

I continued walking, dragging my feet. All I felt now was dread. I continued walking endlessly. Not knowing where I was going. As the sun set, a limo drove by slowly. I found this a little weird, but I continued walking. Then the limo stopped. I slipped my hand into my pocket, putting my fingers around Riptide.

"Percy?" An all-too-familiar voice asking, putting the window down.

"Rachel? What are you doing here?" I asked, confused.

"I'm going to NYU." She said, chuckling, her red curls bouncing. She narrowed her eyes and opened the door, then stepped out. I stayed where I was. She walked over to me and looked me in the eyes. "Is something wrong? Have you been crying?"

I rubbed my eyes. "No, I... I got something in my eye." I told her.

"Jackson, tell me what's wrong, now." She demanded.

I didn't know whether I should tell her or not. Her worried eyes scanned my face.

Then again, it wouldn't hurt.

"Annabeth." I breathed.

She didn't look surprised. She led back into her limo, shutting the door rather hard. I turned to her and told her what happened.

{Flashback...Ends.}

I rubbed my eyes, feeling that sense of dread come over me again. The Fates have an awful way of making things come together, or this case, people. My thoughts turned over to Seamus. Who is he? Why is living with Annabeth? If they're partners, does that mean they have to live together? Are they sleeping in the same bed? Why did he see the monster? Is he clear-sighted?

What business is it that Annabeth works for?

What

The

Fuck?

I need to talk to Annabeth.

Short chapter, sorry! But, I hope you still like it! Leave a review?

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