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Percy

chapter 7

"Peeeeercyyy!" Rachel screams into the phone. It's not hard to tell she's on her way to being drunk, "Where are you? You said you would come at 8 and it's like 8:05."

"Not really feeling it tonight," I say.

"God dammit, Percy. If you weren't so damn hot I would hate you," she slurs.

"I told you I'm not feeling up to it. I've got a lot on my mind," I tell her. She is so pushy.

"I know the perfect way to distract you," she says seductively.

"So this is a booty call?" I ask.

"No this is an I need my 'let's get drunk buddy but I will have sex with you if you want' call. So, you down?" She asks.

"Fine, I'll be at your house in like ten," I hang up the phone and dig in my closet and grab something to wear. I find my mom and she's sitting on the couch knitting a sweater.

"Mom, I'm gonna go hang out with Grover," she at me skeptically like she knows I'm lying, which she probably does. She's the only one who knows about my friends from camp. Just think about camp makes me want to throw up. About one hundred kids from all over the country sit by a campfire and tell sad stories about how their parents died or in my case left them.

I met a few people at camp. But Rachel is the only one I stayed in touch with. It's probably because we had sex one of the days we were there.

We had just finished group therapy and I didn't wanna go back to my cabin so I walked down to the lake. I started thinking about the normal things. Why did my dad leave? Why does my life suck so much? That kind of thing.

Then, I heard a noise so I whipped my head around. Looking back at me was a smoking hot red head. She was leaning against the tree staring at me with her eyebrows raised.

"You stole my spot." She said walking over to me.

"Your spot?" I laughed.

"I come here to think." She said sitting down next to me.

"Yeah, that's why I'm here."

"So, mom or dad?" she said turning to face me.

"What?"

"Who left you? Mom or Dad?"

"How did you know someone left me and not died? But it was my Dad."

"You wouldn't have much to think about if it was a death. There wouldn't be any questions about why they left you. You wouldn't be over here if it was a death." She said using her finger to draw in the sand.

"Oh. Well yeah my Dad left me when I was 11. I came home one day and my mom was sitting on the couch crying. It took her a while to get the words out. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. He never even said goodbye." I said trying to keep my voice even.

"My dad left too. He is a rich arrogant son of a bitch. He was in Paris for a meeting. But he never came home. He sent my mom and me a letter saying he found a French model and that he's leaving us. She was half his age." She said staring out at the lake.

"That sucks."

"I never really saw him anyway. I just will never be able to forget my moms' face when she read it. I'd never seen her that upset. She wouldn't talk to anyone for a week."

"Screw those assholes. We're better off without them."

"I've never told anyone other than my therapist, that story before." She said. Was it just me or had she gotten closer to me.

"Well I'm glad you told me."

Next thing I knew we were kissing. Not softly or gently. But fast and rough. My hands were all over her body, and hers were wrapped in my hair. I brought my hand to the hem of her shirt and slowly started to pull it off. She pulled her mouth from mine, and stared at me. I figured she thought I was going to fast.

But no. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it off. And then she was pulling mine off. And soon our clothes were everywhere.

"Don't come home too later," my mother says bringing me out of my flashback to how Rachel and I became best friends.

"I love you mom," I say with all my heart. If I didn't have my mom I don't know what I would do. Every time is go out to a party I feel bad because I know my mom doesn't approve of it, but she lets me go anyway because she knows it releases stress.

When I get three blocks away from Rachel's house I can already hear the loud music blasting. I pull up to her house and of course there is no where to park. I drive around the street and pull onto the side of the road. I hop out of my car and walk back to Rachel's from my car.

I get inside Rachel's and there is hundreds of people in there most have a red solo cup in there hand. I see Rachel dancing with some guy that looks incredibly awkward and like this is his first party. When she sees me she stops dancing and walks over to me.

"Finally," she says, "I've been waiting so long for something I can fuck to walk through that door."

"Rachel how do you manage to go from I'm-on-my-way-to-being-drunk to I'm-totally-smashed in ten minutes?" I ask.

"VODKA!" She screams and pulls my arm. She pulls me off to her room where she starts to take my shirt off. I stop her, "no, Rachel."

"But you said we could do it tonight,"she whines.

"No you said you wouldn't be opposed to it," I remind her.

"Same thing it's not like it's our first time," she says.

"I know."

"Why'd you come if you didn't plan of fuck me?" She asks.

"So I could get drunk and high do I can get rid of all my problems for 12 hours," I say, "so where can I get some vodka?"

She smiles, "I have a special bottle for you."

After a bottle of Russian vodka I would consider myself pretty drunk. So drunk that I slept with Rachel. It's been a long night, but I can keep going.

I find myself talking to this random girl who has really nice ass.

"My Wise girl is so pretty and she has these beautiful blond curls and the best eyes that I could look at all day," I tell her, "but she hates me.

"And what do I care?" She asks, "All I want is your body I don't care about your precious girl with the curls."

"You should care because one day me and Wise girl—" I stop myself. What was I about to say? Wise girl and me will be best friends? We will date? We will forever hate each other? Nothing makes sense when it comes to Wise girl. Nothing. Not my feelings towards her. Wait feelings! Percy Jackson doesn't show feelings towards anyone but his mom and Rachel. The only two people I can trust with anything without judgment. Yet here I was talking to some girl I just met about Annabeth. Could be true? May I actually have feelings for her? For the best friend I forgot about. Yes, I have feelings for Annabeth. There I said it, but I won't say it again.