Tenth Mistake

Percy

"I'll get it." I announce to my dad and turn around when I heard the doorbell ring. The two of us are currently cleaning the kitchen. We've been at it for half an hour already. We had decided to try our skills in baking and we thought brownies would be the easiest. We both thought that we wouldn't make such a mess when we are going to prepare the batter but we forgot that both of us are completely hopeless. Still, we managed to put in a batter of brownies in the oven.

"Whoa! Shi-, PERCY!" He yelps when the ladder wobbles after letting it go. I was holding the ladder for him since he is wiping the ceiling from an unexpected explosion of batter that I utterly blame him for.

"Sorry dad!" I chuckle a bit. "I'll get right back." I yell right before I sprint for the door. The doorbell rings twice more.

"HURRY UP!" I hear him grumble after me. "There's so much to clean..," I snort while I taking a quick look at mountain of dishes on the sink.

I arrive at the front door and hear the doorbell ring again. I grab the door handle and turn it, annoyance in my voice is evident. "Alright, alright, no need to-," I open the door and see the same man we had met a few days ago. I am greeted by his enormous gut. "Heffy?"

"Hey there, Perseus!" He greets rather obnoxiously.

"Percy." I reply automatically, my eyes narrowed in irritation.

He chuckles good-naturedly and ruffles my hair, messing it up even more. "Of course, of course." His voice is full mischief. "How you doing, son?" He asks while shifting his feet. 'Is he a mechanic or something', I ask myself when I see him in his blue overalls again.

"I'm good." I try to fix the hair he messed up. "What are you doing here?" I inquire but then notice a woman behind him. "Uhh, who's she?" I ask rather rudely while pointing at her.

"Oh right," the woman behind her just rolls her eyes by her husband's late introduction. He puts his beefy arm around her waist and says, "This is my wife, Esperanza." Compared to Heffy's large rotund shape, his wife is quite petite. Her inky black hair is marred slightly by a few strands of white hair. She had arranged it in tight bun that reminds me some of the teachers I hated before. However, she has a very warm face that is coupled with a comforting small smile.

"Hello there, Percy." She greets me and extends her hand; however, I can't help but feel shaken by her presence.

"Uh...he-hello there..," I greet back lamely and I shake her and drop it hastily due to the fact that I am greatly reminded of my mother. "..umm, so... is there something you guys need," I turn my gaze at Heffy, not wanting to be reminded of mom any further and I know she is looking at me intriguingly.

"What? Oh, yeah, yeah." He says finally remembering what they came for. "We just-,"

"PERSEUS JACKSON! COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND HELP ME GET DOWN!" My dad howls at the top of his lungs. My eyes bulge out as I promptly remember my father's current predicament.

"Fuck." I mutter to myself in a low voice. "Umm.., why don't you guys come in and sit down." I direct my words to the two of them. "Umm, I kinda...I just need to help my dad real quick." I stutter, not really wanting to explain to them that the two of us really need help when it comes to the kitchen.

Thankfully, they did not ask to elaborate; instead, Heffy shakes his head. "Oh, no, no...it's alright," rejecting my offer, "we just wanted to invite you and your dad."

"PERCY!" I notice that the two of them jumped in surprise by the increased intensity of my dad's voice. Seriously, doesn't he realize I'm talking to someone?

"Looks like your father really needs you." Esperanza says worriedly, her eyes making a quick look towards the direction of my dad's voice. I look back as well, hoping that my dad doesn't do anything unnecessary and hurt himself. "We just want to say that if you guys aren't opposed to be invited for dinner this weekend? Sunday, maybe?" She asks hopefully.

"What?" I return my gaze to them. "Umm, yeah. I don't think we'll be doing anything by then." I reply, knowing we don't have anything else to do other than try to cook an edible dish. It'd be nice to have a home cooked meal.

"Great! It's nice to have new faces here in the neighborhood. We're going to invite some of our friends around here so you guys could meet them." She adds while giving that motherly smile and I can't help but turn my eyes away from her.

Heffy adds. "You'll be able to meet some of the other kids around here." I flinch, hearing that, and bite my lip. This had not gone unnoticed by Heffy who narrows his eyes by a fraction for a quick second. He scratches his head at my questionable actions. "How old are you again?" He inquires, maybe trying to change the subject to abate the tension he noticed in me.

"Turning 14 this summer." I respond to his question, trying my hardest keep my voice normal.

"Oh, an eighth grader?"

"Uh no, going to be a freshman." He looks surprised by my response.

"Looks like you started school early, boy."

"Yeah, now I'm having a hard time in school." I reply despondently and heave a sigh. I receive a chuckle from the two of them.

"Well, I hope you have a better luck-,"

"PERSEUS ORION JACKSON! IF YOU DON'T COME HERE THIS INSTANT YOU CAN KISS THAT NEW CONSOLE OF YOURS GOODBYE!" All the three of us leap in surprise since we instantly forgot my father's cry for help.

"Uh, I have to go. My dad is going berserk." I say unwillingly because I know my dad must be steaming red right now.

"Sure, sure. Sorry we took your time." Heffy looks apologetic and just waves his hand dismissively. "See you on...Sunday?" He makes sure with hopeful eyes.

I nod in affirmation. "Yep. Thanks again Heffy, Esperanza." They wave goodbye as I do the same before I shut the door and run back to the kitchen. I skid to a stop and see that dad is as red as a tomato.

"Hold. The. Ladder. Now." He whispers, his tone menacing. I approach the ladder promptly but fear is instilled in me. After reaching the ground, he turns towards me and declares. "Now, I will go ahead first and clean up myself since you took so long to help." He declares and a second passed before a dumbfounded expression appears on my face.

"What?" I say confusedly.

"You heard me. Now, the kitchen be better clean by the time I finish showering, okay?" His menacing voice turns to a mischievous voice.

"What?! Dad!" I exclaim when I finally realized the meaning behind his words and I had to groan as he always leaves me cleaning the mess we both made. "That isn't fair..."

"Well, you shouldn't have taken so long to help me then you wouldn't be in this mess." He claims while walking away towards the stairs.

"There were people at the door." I try to reason with him but a resignation can be heard in my voice because I will still obey his unreasonable command.

"Not a reason." He laughs before running upstairs leaving me in this messy kitchen. I huff in annoyance and begin toiling away in this kitchen, hoping to finish before my dad comes back.

"Sheesh, that old man is so unreasonable," I decide to finish washing the dishes first and turn on the faucet.

After 55 minutes of hard work, I am already at my last task which is mopping the floor. With only a quarter of floor left to mop, I am ready to go upstairs, take a shower, and have a nap but not before getting a handful of brownies. I have already removed the brownies out of the oven and even able to cut the desert into squares and laid them on a plate.

As I am continuing with my chore, I leap in surprise when I heard a voice behind me. "So, who was at the door," dad's voice reached my ear and it is quite obvious by his muffled voice that he is eating the newly baked brownies. I turn away from my current task and I glare at my father who is obnoxiously eating the treat one by one. I, on the other hand, am slaving away cleaning up the mess we made, hoping to pacify my father's anger.

"Dad...," my voice holds exasperation as I see him grab him what looks like his sixth brownie.

"What?" His voice is hardly discernible with his mouth full of food. "So." He swallows the brownie he is munching on before taking another one and dangling it over his mouth. My glare intensifies. "Who was at the door earlier?" He then let it drop straight into his greedy mouth.

"It was Heffy and his wife." I answer him but it is clear in my tone that I am mad and jealous at the same time that he is eating the brownies like there's no tomorrow. "Dad..," I feel like I'm whining too much about my dad. "Could you please leave me some?" I request of him before turning and continuing mopping the area.

He looks down at the plate of brownies that he had reduced considerably. "Fine, fine." He relents and I see him from the corner of my eye licking his fingers before reaching for the sink and I hear the faucet running for no more than five seconds before being turned off. "Anyways, what did they want?" He then walks towards a cupboard and takes out a glass before approaching the refrigerator.

"They are inviting us for dinner this coming weekend." I convey to him just as I finished mopping the floor and hear the fridge opening. I stand up straight and let the handle of the mop lean on the side of the counter. I then wipe the sweat off my face and then turning towards my father. I see him crouching in front of the refrigerator before pulling out the milk.

He stands up from his position before speaking again. "Oh? What day is it?" He inquires further while pouring milk onto his glass. "Sunday?" He guesses before placing the jug of milk onto the countertop.

"Yep." I confirm, popping 'p'. "They say they're going to invite some of their friends to introduce us." I add and I notice him drinking his glass of milk.

"Mmm," he smacks his lips after finishing his drink in one gulp, "well, that's good to hear. I can finally make you meet other people." He then places the glass and grabs the jug and returning it inside the open fridge.

"Yeah, well...," I turn and grab the handle of the mop once more and I lift it over the bucket of water before dropping it inside, "I guess." I say in a weak voice, looking down at the dirty water.

My dad easily catches the tone behind my voice. He then closes the fridge and walks closer to me. "Come on, Perce. It's been what? Over a week?" I grunt in response. "You've got to get out of here and talk to some other people other than me."

"You tired of me, old man?" I joke, trying to diffuse the tension that I started. I let go of the mop and I am thankful it didn't fall over. I then sit on top of the counter.

"Perce." He looks at me with solemn eyes.

"I talk to Nico and Grover." I try weakly.

"Face to face, son. You know and have experienced it firsthand that they can't always be there for you 24/7." He states, reminding me of those fact that I don't want to acknowledge.

"I.., I just..."

"Perce, are you afraid?" He asks out of nowhere.

I whip my head towards him. "What?"

"Are you afraid of connecting with new people?" He elaborates more.

"Of course not, dad. What made you conclude that?" My voice is a bit higher than normal.

"As I can see, you don't want to get close to other people anymore. You're locking yourself up in this house." He thinks for a while and then shakes his head. "No. You don't even get out of your room that often." He reveals his observations to me and my jaw clenches.

"Well, I think you got it wrong, old man." I counter him with a tight voice. I jump off the counter and begin walking away.

"Perce..," his voice is full of sadness for me.

I stop for a moment. "I'll just go up. Going to take a shower." I tell him before resuming walking.

"You can't just run from this, son." His reply made my teeth clench even more. I didn't say anything and just walk towards the stairs. I hear him heave a sigh as I begin climbing the steps towards the second floor. I can hear him putting away the mop and the bucket.

I pad quietly across the carpeted hall towards my room. As soon as I reach the door of my room, I hastily head inside and lock the door. I stare at the room resembling the room I had back at New York. I exhale a huge breath remembering why I don't want to get out of my room, my safe haven. I approach my desk with my phone on top of it, charging. I grab it and open the Messenger app and begin typing in our group chat.

-Hey guys. Just finished making some brownies. My dad is hopeless. He made such a mess in there lol. - Percy.

I hit send and wait for them to see it. Nothing. Just like the numerous messages I have sent days before.

Before I am even able to open my eyes, I find myself sitting up, sweltering from the summer heat. This is the sixth time already I woke up prematurely and causing me a lot of fatigue. I know that sooner or later my dad won't be able to keep his mouth from asking me about the bags under my eyes. I moan in frustration and I am about to grab a pillow when I noticed that all of the pillows and the thin blanket I had on my bed are all on the floor, probably because I must have thrown them all away from this heat.

I check the clock near my night stand and see that it is only four in the morning. I let myself fall on my back, quite exhausted from my lack of sleep these past few days. I close my eyes in hopes that slumber will find me but just like the previous night, my eyes keep opening, unable to keep them closed for more than a minute.

Initially, I have the decided that the cause was because it was too hot and it is making me uncomfortable. I made a trip downstairs to lower the temperature of the house. Not only was I still not able to sleep, my dad was sniffling the next morning, feeling really cold.

I kept thinking of other reason why I am waking up on such an early hour but I have realized it on night one why this is happening, however, I don't want to acknowledge the truth. I know that the cause for this early wake up was because of the dreams I've been having lately. The betrayal still fresh in my mind has been the main reason why my dreams kept morphing into nightmares. The conversation I had with my dad yesterday floats inside my mind.

The reason I keep having these every night is that I can't accept the truth. I keep shying away from the undeniable fact that I am in this situation. I thought that moving would have made me feel better but it seems Nico was right and I am just running away from my problems. I even had the delusion that I will help my dad cope since there wasn't a night I didn't hear him cry himself to sleep, yet, I couldn't even help myself. I envy my dad because he has work to keep him busy while I am stuck here at the house all day long and there's only so much I can do before I think about them.

I keep thinking that they don't care that we have moved away. For them, it might be freedom for us to be gone, that they don't have to worry about us anymore. The fact that Nico and Grover don't even have the decency to look at our messages is proof enough. They are probably going about their life like I wasn't even worth missing. They both had their significant others to keep them busy. They don't need me to meddle in their lives.

There's also mom who probably thought it best to just forget about us entirely. Not only did we leave, I cut off our family ties as well personally. She probably had just concentrated on her new family that she'll probably love even more than us. I find myself tearing up that I am only a product of a mistake, a mistake that she greatly hates.

Finally, the person that invades my mind the most, Annabeth Chase. The person, who is probably the closest to me. My childhood friend that I treasure the most and in turn, love dearly. The kiss we shared before, the kiss that I had dreamed off for so long, proved that Annabeth will never love me the way I want her to love me. Deep down, I knew that she only felt friendship for me; however, it still hurts when I was turned away. Now, she only trusts Luke. The person that we knew who likes to hurt people is the person Annabeth now loves.

I exhale loudly, trying to expel the frustration inside me. I turn my head to the window and I groan in irritation as I see the sun peeking out over the horizon.

Due to the fact that I was awake before even the sun has risen, I decided to go downstairs and cook our breakfast. After grabbing the frying pan and putting it on top of the stove, I approach the fridge to take out a pack of bacon. I look at the packaging and I keep thinking that I need to watch more YouTube tutorials so that I could make different kinds of dishes because we've been eating bacon consecutively recently.

After determining my schedule for the day, I open the package and started cooking our breakfast. While the bacon is frying, I beat some eggs to cook scrambled eggs. This is the breakfast we've been having, as well as lunch and sometimes dinner. Our cooking had not improved yet but at least we are less prone to burn our food after how many trials.

After cooking the bacon, I start with the egg but that only took a couple of minutes before I fish it out of the pan. I then find myself looking at the clock saying it is only seven in the morning and I know my dad won't wake up till 7:30. I then begin brewing the coffee my dad likes even though I have no idea how he came to like my brewing skills. With time to spare, I begin cleaning the mess I made and thank the gods, that cooking up breakfast doesn't leave that much mess.

After finishing, I notice that my dad still hasn't come down and I am quite hungry already. I want to wait for him but in the end, hunger overcame my patience.

I am watching SpongeBob when I heard the door of my father's room open. I stand up from the couch and start brewing another coffee for my father after the last one had gone cold. It's a good thing my father's work starts at eleven in the morning because it is already ten minutes till nine.

"Good morning," I greet him while stirring the cup of coffee. He looks like he had a rough night and had lost a lot of sleep which is probably the reason he woke up late. "You okay there, old man." I tease him.

He just grunts in return and sits down in front of his laid down food, propping his head on his fist. I look at him pitifully and set down the mug of coffee and he automatically grabs the ceramic. "Da-," I try to warn him that the coffee will be too hot but he drinks it far too quickly.

"Shit!" That seemed to wake his spirits up. "Percyyy," he complained like a petulant child.

"I didn't say for you to drink it that fast." I reason, trying to hide my amusement and my dad just sticks his tongue out like a kid. Being a kid as well, I retaliated by sticking my tongue out as well. Great minds think alike.

He yawns loudly and even stretch for good measure. "Stop acting like a child, Perce." He chastised me but his smile says otherwise.

"I am kid. What about you?" I retort back and he clamps his mouth which resulted to me laughing in his expense.

"Shut up, kid. You sure this food is edible?" He eyes the food with his sea-green eyes. I roll my equally sea-green eyes at him.

"You have to have some faith with me, old man." I shake my head, pretending to be disappointed.

"Stop calling me old man." He whines. "I'm not that old!" He says indignantly and I had to smile by our banter. We only have each other now and I am glad that even with all this negativity happening to our lives, I, at least, still have my father.

"Anyways, just eat your breakfast. I have to wash that as well." I say, complaining at the same time that he doesn't wash his own dishes. He sticks his tongue out once again but decides to start eating.

He dramatically grabs his throat with two hands, "Ukh, ugh..,"

"Stop being a drama queen, dad." I tell him with amusement.

He immediately stops and levels his gaze with me. "I resent that. If anything, you're the drama queen, Perce." He continues eating.

I roll my eyes once more. "Just eat your damn bacon, old man." I finally say. He made a show of eating his food with exaggerated movements. I raise my brow at his actions and I receive a grin from him. I snort and smile as a reply but I immediately drop it as I stare at the food of my dad.

"Hey dad," I begin, my voice a bit melancholy.

"Hmm," he just continues chomping on his food.

"I'm sorry." Confusion is seen in my dad's eyes and he gulps the bacon he is eating.

"Why?"

"For yesterday." I start fiddling with my thumbs. "I-, I'm still trying to figure it out, dad. I feel like I'm still too young to experience this...to feel like this." I look up to him and I find him looking down at his mug of coffee, swirling it.

"You are too young." He looks back at me with serious eyes and I turn my head, unable to match the intensity of his eyes. "I don't expect you to know what to do right now. I don't know myself." He stares at his hand which is clasped in front of him. "But." I look at him again. "Don't isolate yourself, son. It's not easy being alone."

My father comes back downstairs already dressed up for work and finds me channel surfing. I am spread out on the couch after washing the dishes and taking out the garbage.

His face morphed in disgust as soon as the smell hit him. "What is that-," he stops when he saw what was on my shirt. "What happened to your shirt, son?" He asks.

I look down and a huge stain greets me and I scrunch my nose in annoyance. I then turn back my gaze to the television once more. "Slip then garbage fell on me." I ask indifferently. I have already passed the same channel three times now.

"What? And you still don't change your shirt?"

"I'll change it later." I wave my dismissively. "I have to go do the laundry anyways." I finally give up once I saw the same movie I passed for three times already. I then turn off the television and stand up to stretch. "I'm so bored."

My father just raised his eyebrow at me. "Why don't you go change your shirt then if you're bored?"

"I'm bored." I repeat as a reply.

"Do the laundry, then." He suggests once more as he fix the cuffs of his shirt.

"I repeat. I am bored." I walk towards the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water.

"Well, I've got nothing else to say other than clean the house."

"Ugh." I grab a glass from the dishwasher.

He sighs but his expression brightens just right after, "Here's a thought. Why don't you come along with me to work?" I open the faucet to get some water.

"Eh? That sounds boring." I know I'm being difficult but I am bored and boredom leaves to too much think which I am not ready for now.

"No, it won't." He says. "It'll be fun!" His tone sounds excited.

"Fine." I finally relent. I try smelling my shirt and my face wrinkles in disgust. "I'll just take a shower first."

"Yeah. You stink son." He agrees while laughing at me and that's when an idea came to my idea.

"Dad." I say with a mischievous voice.

"What?" My dad looks cautious, hearing the tone of my voice.

"Want a hug?" I say innocently. His eyes widen and he promptly runs towards his room and I try to run after him but he is able to reach his room and lock. I cackle by mischievousness. "Come out, dad." I yell through the door of his room.

"Go take a shower!" I chuckle once more.

As dad drives along the streets of Virginia Beach, I can't help but compare it to New York where it is dominated by colossal buildings. Here, however, I could easily spot the crystal blue seas they have here. I know that dad liked the idea of moving here because of the beaches here and it was also a huge incentive that they are willing to pay him a huge chunk of money.

I notice families going to the beaches though and I am taken off guard when I think of the days we used to go together as a family. I quickly shake those thoughts and stare straight ahead, and to my great displeasure, my father had noticed my sudden change of mood. I am glad that he didn't say anything though.

Instead, my dad turns on the radio and we simultaneously hum the beats of the song, 'Counting Stars', playing on the radio. Dad didn't initially like listening to the music I like but after a while, I've gotten him to like One Republic.

We hum to the tune of the song all the way to our destination and I didn't notice that we have arrived. I almost forgot the feeling of time passing by quickly when having fun. Days seemed to stretch when I was just at home doing nothing while thinking of the life we left behind in New York. I am glad that the ride towards dad's work is pretty much uneventful since after the evens that happened these past few weeks, I come to love this kind of moments.

I take a look at the workplace of my dad and I have to whistle in amazement at the sheer size of the aquarium he is working at. With great difficulty, I am able to discern 'Neptune's Palace' from the huge letters hanging on the front. We made our way to the automatic doors of the building.

After breathing the humid air outside, I sigh in relief to feel the cool air inside the building. I take a quick scan of the place and I have to say that the whole aquarium looks fascinating and I am sure that excitement is building up inside of me. I didn't notice that my ADHD is acting up and I ready to run around the place until my father placed his large hands on my shoulder. "Stop fidgeting, Perce." I immediately stop and blush in embarrassment.

"Still as ADHD as ever, huh, cous?" I whip my head towards the reception desk and my eyes widen when I see my punk cousin, Thalia. "Morning, Uncle." My jaw drops out of shock.

"Morning, Thalia." I see that she hasn't changed and she is still wearing all black clothing that heavily contrasts the blue theme of the aquarium. Her hair is spiked up with purple highlights.

"Close your mouth, kelp-head." 'Yep, that's my cousin.' I thought.

"Still the same Pinecone face, aren't ya?" I retort back and we both grin at each other. She stands up and made her towards me to give me a hug. She then proceeds to punch me in my arm. "What the hell?" I yelp in surprise. "I'm still injured."

She rolls her eyes, "No, you're not." She then proceeds to punch me once more.

"What is wrong with you?" I rub my shoulders furiously.

"Well, the first one is for being stupid to get hit by a truck." She says it like she's irritated but concern is laced behind her words. "The second one is for not visiting sooner." She states unreasonably.

"How the hell should I know you were living here, let alone working here?" I ask her incredulously. "Dad didn't say anything."

She punches me once more. "Not a reason."

"OWW! Stop it!" I whine like a child. "You haven't changed a bit. Always so violent." She grins at me like she loves being called violent. She then made her way back towards the reception desk. "I thought you guys were in Florida." I ask her while following her to her seat.

"Eh, I don't really know what's going on in that old man's brain, you know?" She states casually like it doesn't bother her but I know that she is tired of her father moving her around when he feels like it. Seeing there's no other chair, I jump on the desk to sit on it. "So, how are you lately?" She questions me seriously and I am not sure how to answer her or if I want to answer her.

"Oh, don't tell me you want a heart to heart talk." I voice out to avoid the topic and I kick her on her arm for good measure.

"First of all dear cousin, if you don't want to answer, just say so." She states blandly. "Secondly, that hurts you turd." I am caught in surprise when she kicked me in the shin.

"Shit! Thalia!" I moan in pain. She smirks at me. She then pulls out her phone out and starts texting and that's when I noticed that dad is nowhere to be found. "Uhh, where's dad?" I glance left and right, trying to figure out where he went.

"Left you, of course. He's probably at his office." She then drops her phone on the desk. "You should really be more attentive.'

"Oh, that's rich coming from you." I say a bit loudly. "I think I'm not the one who is the topic of our family reunions for having the most detentions because someone is always asleep at class." I remind her and she just gives me a blank look.

"Like hell I could care less about math." Math class was always the class where you could see her sleeping the most or so I heard from her brother, Jason.

"Still looks like hieroglyphics to you." I deduce.

"Yep."

"You're hopeless." I tell her.

"Oh, shut up."

"So, how'd you get this job anyway?" I inquire while inspecting her workstation and I find it surprising that the place is clean.

"You know. Dad wants me to do something productive for the summer. Translation. I need you out of the house so I could bone my secretaries." She states like it doesn't concern her at all and just examines her nails. "Do you think blue suits me?"

"Suits the aquarium."

"Thanks. You're such a help." She rolls her eyes.

"You're welcome." I reply and jump of the desk. "How are you even allowed with kind of look? Don't you scare the kids looking like that?"

"Uncle P doesn't mind." She reasons.

It's my turn to roll my eyes. "Hey, where's dad's office."

"Down that corridor, turn left, then right and another left. Third door on the right." She instructs without glancing at me and just continues studying her nails.

"Thanks." I then begin walking away, following Thalia's directions and just as I am about to make my last turn, I hear dolphins splashing around and I can't help but try to take a glimpse of the dolphins. As I am about to open the door to what looks like the dolphin exhibit, I hear a girl's melodious laugh. I let my head peek inside and I see her playing around with the dolphins. While the dolphins are pretty to watch, it's still hard not to examine the beautiful lady playing with them. She looks like she's my age except I think she could beat me up as she really looks active. She is wearing a speedo but it is clear that she is very tan. Her hair caramel colored hair is tied in a fishtail braid and I have to punch myself internally because how the heck did I know that. However, I remember liking that braid with Annabeth.

I shake my head to dispel the thoughts about Annabeth and continue to survey the girl swimming with the dolphins. I don't really know why but she looks timeless. I have the urge to talk to her, however, something stops me and I turn around and close the door. I didn't even notice she saw me looking at her.

A/N So hey guys, sorry for the late update. We were doing some training at work and yeah, got a little busy and wasn't able to do any revisions on this. So, there's a lot of differences in here from my original story so I hope you enjoy this one.

Hopefully, I will be able to post five chapter this month. I'm trying to have five chapters per month because there's a lot to cover lol

Enjoy guys