"If you can't save the relationship, at least save your pride." - Anonymous


I'm not a wussy, pushover girly-girl that cries at the slightest thing, but I'll admit, at that moment I felt like just breaking down and crying. Oh no, not because my boyfriend broke up with me or something. Quite the contrary, I broke up with him.

For the past couple of days, I had been spending all my time ignoring him and doing my best to avoid him. So, I guess you could call what just happened an official break-up.

Again, I'm not a girly-girl, and I'm not that type of girl who jumps to conclusions before hearing the full story. The sad thing is, after hearing the whole story, I was still forced to break up with Percy. Because he's a stupid guy. Idiot. Man-whore.

I think I just I split my pillow in half. Maybe stabbing it with a dagger wasn't the smartest thing to do. Hm.

Anyway, I've heard writing in a diary or something stupid like that is the best way to get your anger out. So, I'm just going to lament to you, the non-existent person in my head, why Percy is the stupidest, retard-est, betraying-est (and yes, I'm aware that the latter are not real words) person in the whole freaking world.

So, here goes:

I was angry at Percy. Yeah, I know, big surprise there. But I was angrier than before, in fact, angrier than I had ever been at him. Because not only did he forget my birthday, but he also decided that instead of apologizing, he should make out with Calypso! Of course, he didn't actually make out with her, but who knows what they were going to do if I hadn't shown up?

Anyway, he also got all angry at me for absolutely no reason, when I was supposed to be the one angry at him.

I hadn't talked to Percy in a good three days, and it wasn't my intention to talk to him any time soon. If he gave a crap about me, he would come and apologize. But of course, he's too much of a prick to get the memo.


At lunch today, I was very aware of Percy boring a hole in the back of my head with his stare, but I dutifully ignored him. And then Grover, the satyr match-maker himself, sat down in the seat in front of me at the Athena table.

"Annabeth, how long is this going to go on? You and Percy just need to make out, I mean, make up already."

I blushed. "Tell him that."

"I already did." He sighed. "He's too scared of you to try and apologize. And would you really forgive him if he just said 'Hey, Annabeth, I'm sorry'?"

"If he meant it." I muttered.

Grover rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like, I'm so sure. What do you want him to do, Annabeth? Give you flowers? Write you a romantic poem? Serenade you until you're forced to say yes in order to save your ability to hear?"

"Any option will work." I replied snidely. "Except, of course, the last one."

Grover sighed again. "Annabeth, cut the kid a break."

My eyes widened in disbelief. "What, so now I should say sorry to him?" I nearly yelled in outrage.

"That's not what I'm saying. Just, stop avoiding him like he's Nico on karaoke night."

I winced at the analogy, and Grover rolled his eyes and left the table.

So, I did some thinking, and out of the kindness of my heart, decided that Percy the Seaweed Brain was too much of an idiot to just come right out and say sorry, so I should go and make conversation with him. Hopefully, he would get the hint and just freaking apologize.

I went to the Poseidon cabin, only to find it empty, sans Tyson the cyclops. He was polishing some sort of shield, his one eyebrow furrowed in concentration.

"Hey, Tyson," I said, entering the cabin.

He looked up. "Anny-beth!"

"Hey," I smiled. "Do you know where Percy is?"

"He at the beach with strange girl." Tyson sounded disapproving. "He like spending time with her," he said knowingly.

I swallowed. "Um, thanks."

I was faced with the decision to go back to my cabin, or to go find Percy. In the end, I decided finding Percy would be the best thing to do. I could just ask Calypso to leave. I mean, I did have that right, didn't I?

Unfortunately, upon reaching the beach, I found out that I could not ask Calypso to leave. Because to do that, she would have to let go of Percy, and it looked like neither one of them wanted to let go of each other at that moment.

Ten drachmas says you can guess what they were doing.

That's right.

Making out. On the beach. WITH. EACH. OTHER.

I don't know what I would have done at that moment, had I been able to move any part of my body. But, seeing as I couldn't, I just stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me.

The two were glued together, going at it like they had never kissed anyone before. Percy's hands were on her back, and her's in his hair.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the two broke apart, and I suddenly realized that I had gained control of my limbs again.

I coughed, but the sound was carried away over the rush of the ocean, which, at the moment, was swirling out of control because of Percy's stupid boy hormones, and I'll admit, the massive waves did look pretty epic.

So, I summoned all my energy and coughed again, louder this time.

Percy nearly jumped a foot in the air and snapped his head around looking for the noise. His eyes fell on me and grew wider, and man, did he look like a deer in headlights.

"A-Annabeth." He stammered, struggling to get up, which was pretty hard since he and Calypso were so deeply entwined that it was hard to decipher whose arms from whose. Calypso's eyes widened as well as she saw me standing there with my arms crossed. She jumped up said "Um, I will speak with you later." And hurried off. Inside, I felt like chuckling at her choice of words. She sounded like a school teacher.

"I can explain-" Percy began.

"Save it." I cut him off, raising my hand. "Let me guess, she kissed you, not the other way around?"

"Um, yeah?" He looked sheepish.

"Yeah, I would believe that, except, one, I'm not a complete idiot, and two, if you really didn't want to kiss her so bad, then why were you to sitting here sucking each other's faces off for the past three minutes?"

"Nothing happened Annabeth. I was talking to her about stuff, and, I don't know, we got caught in the moment!"

I felt like laughing. "'Caught in the moment?' Yeah, I bet. And what kind of 'stuff' were you talking about?"

"I was asking her how I should apologize to you, since you obviously weren't going to help at all!" He nearly yelled the last part, and at the moment, my resolve seemed to snap.

"Excuse me?" I yelled right back at him, trying not to shriek. "So this is my fault now? I'm not the one who's been flirting with other girls while his girlfriend is mad at him!" I was pretty sure that by now, I was red in the face, but I didn't care.

"I wouldn't be flirting with anybody if my girlfriend wasn't mad at me!"

"How the hell does that make sense? Why don't you think about why I'm mad at you, or are you too stupid to figure that out on your own?" OK, so maybe that was out of line, but really, he wasn't making any sense! "What is your problem anyway? In case you haven't realized, making out with other girls isn't the best way to apologize!"

"You want to know what my problem is? You are! I'm sick and tired of your always being angry with me. I'm sick and tired of you bagging on Calypso just because she's a better friend than you! I can't believe I ever dated a bitch like you!"

That stung, and totally wasn't true, and for a second I was speechless. Then, I found my voice again, and wasn't surprised at the venom I could hear in it. "You know what, Seaweed Brain? Think whatever you want! I don't give a damn! I've had enough! Just leave me the hell alone."

Percy hesitated for a second. "So are...are you breaking up with me?"

I laughed derisively. "Sure! I am breaking up with you! Happy now?"

He didn't take that quite as I had hoped for him to. "Yes, actually. I am happy, for the first time since I've started dating you!"

"Have it your way." I felt my eyes stinging and realized that they were tears. But I refused to let him see me cry, so I just stomped off towards my cabin.

So that was my day. How was yours?

Quite frankly, I'm tired of all this drama. Yes, Percy was a great friend to me, my best friend, and an even better boyfriend. But I wish that we could have just stayed friends, because that way all of this "cheating" crap wouldn't have shown up, and we could just be the same old Percy and Annabeth we used to be. You know, before Percy turned into a total douche.

I guess I do feel kind of better after venting my feelings. And, oh gods, I'm crying!

I hate Percy. I hate Calypso. I kind of hate myself too.

FML.


Yes, I am deeply sorry for keeping you waiting for so whoop-de-freaking long. I hope you'll forgive me. Oh wait, you won't, because I just made Percy and Annabeth break up. Well, if you review, I could fix that. Maybe. Oh, and I am also deeply sorry for the amount of drama in this chapter. Unless you like that sort of thing. In that case, you should thank me!

I was looking at all the documents I've uploaded to my fanfic account and realized that I have quite the interesting labels for them. My label for this chapter is "Percy and Annabeth have a hissy fight." :)