NONEXISTENT: annabeth?
NONEXISTENT: i know we're in school right now but
NONEXISTENT: i'm sorry.
ANNABETH (YOU): It's fine.
ANNABETH (YOU): Just drop it.
NONEXISTENT: it's important.
ANNABETH (YOU): So is school.
ANNABETH (YOU): Get back to work, Seaweed Brain.
NONEXISTENT: annabeth.
ANNABETH (YOU): SpongeBob.
NONEXISTENT: alright, princess. text me later?
ANNABETH (YOU): Later.
NONEXISTENT: Hi, Annabeth. I've actually been wanting to talk to you.
ANNABETH (YOU): I just told you to work five minutes ago.
NONEXISTENT: I'm Grover, not Percy.
ANNABETH (YOU): Grover? You're back in school?
NONEXISTENT: We had to come home early due to some campaign.
NONEXISTENT: Percy's talked about me?
ANNABETH (YOU): Yes, he has.
ANNABETH (YOU): And don't mention his name over the chat.
NONEXISTENT: Okay. Can I ask why?
ANNABETH (YOU): Parents.
NONEXISTENT: Ah.
ANNABETH (YOU): He told you about that too?
NONEXISTENT: Nope.
NONEXISTENT: It's probably not my place to say,
ANNABETH (YOU): It isn't.
NONEXISTENT: but you sound bitter.
ANNABETH (YOU): Thanks.
NONEXISTENT: But no, he hasn't spilled any of your deepest, darkest secrets, if you're wondering. :P
ANNABETH (YOU): I haven't told him any.
NONEXISTENT: Of course you haven't.
NONEXISTENT: He talks about you a lot, though.
ANNABETH (YOU): What?
NONEXISTENT: Yeah. He holds you up on a high pedestal.
NONEXISTENT: That sounded creepier than I intended.
NONEXISTENT: But he admires you. A lot. Like a friend, like a crush... maybe a little bit of both?
ANNABETH (YOU): What?
NONEXISTENT: He may have not spilled your secrets, but he tells me some things.
ANNABETH (YOU): Why are you telling me this?
NONEXISTENT: I don't know.
NONEXISTENT: I wanted to find out what kind of person you are and stuff, but maybe... maybe you're try to find him because I told you.
ANNABETH (YOU): But why?
ANNABETH (YOU): Not about the reason you're telling me this, but
NONEXISTENT: I get you.
NONEXISTENT: You're one of the few people who's stuck with him. Seriously, he could count those who've shown some sort of love for him on one hand.
ANNABETH (YOU): He has it.
NONEXISTENT: Glad to know that.
NONEXISTENT: Anyways
NONEXISTENT: He's not a bad kid, but he gets himself into trouble. And honestly, if you wanted to back out, you would've. But you didn't.
ANNABETH (YOU): I thought he wasn't real.
NONESISTENT: He is. So am I, if that helps.
NONEXISTENT: He's waking up now. I've g2g.
ANNABETH (YOU): How convenient.
NONEXISTENT: I'm glad we talked... :P The attached file is a picture of my number, if you want to keep it. I tried to text it to you, but for some reason it wouldn't send.
ANNABETH (YOU): Thanks, Grover.
NONEXISTENT: Anytime.
NONEXISTENT: Now stop texting him. I need to delete this conversation.
Grover places the phone down on the plastic desk, raising his eyes to meet Percy's own.
Immediately, Percy snatches the phone and skims through the texts, wide-eyed. "What did she say? Does she like you? Does she like me? Does-"
Grover let out a peal of laugher, causing Percy to blush and some students to glance their way. The two boys ignored their peers, as usual. "If she ever found out that you were looking over my shoulder the whole time, she's not going to like it."
Percy's bright eyes dim, but Grover releases another chuckle before quickly continuing. "I like her. She's got her own personality."
"Yeah, she does." Percy states with a tone of pride, but his attention remains glued on the phone in his hands.
"Good luck finding her." Grover says, giving Percy a friendly slap on the back.
"Huh? Oh, thanks."
"You're completely infatuated." Grover teases.
At this, Percy's attention snaps back to his friend, a sudden flush of red regaining his features once again. "Am not!"
"Am too." The friend says without malice, grinning.
"Yeah, fine. Maybe." At the look Grover gives him, he relents: "Fine! Yeah, I guess."
UNKNOWN: Grover, it's Annabeth. This is an odd question to ask, but keep an eye on him, will you?
GROVER (YOU): It'd be my pleasure.
NUMMER ADDED UNDER LETTER GIRL
LETTER GIRL: Thanks. Bye.
TBC.