A.N: I hate the wet season. I can't believe that you guys love my story so much, I mean I thought as it's my first story it would be a complete failure. Now I am reading a really good book series, that I recommend for you to read, it is called Ranger's Apprentice. This book series is so good, but never as good as PJO or HOO

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, Annabeth does

Chapter 11

Percy's POV:

When Paul told me that we had to go to one of his friend's house, I was really annoyed. I didn't want to go anywhere.

But then when the door was opened, the person who I was least expecting to open the door was Annabeth.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as soon as she saw me.

"Why do you sound disappointed?" I asked. I was hurt that she didn't want me here at her house; I mean, why was she avoiding me? I just wanted to talk to her about, well, about us.

"I am here because Paul wanted to socialise with his friend and his family," I answered.

"Well, everyone, come in. I will show you to the lounge room because dinner probably won't be for another 20 minutes," she announced.
We followed her into the living room.

A pretty Asian woman, who I am assuming is Annabeth's step-mum, greeted us. "Hello, my name is Susan. I welcome you here to our beautiful home," Susan announced with a smile on her face. We all replied by telling her our names.

"Hey, Annabeth, why don't you take Percy up into your bedroom until dinner is ready?" Susan suggested, and I guess by the look on Annabeths face, she didn't like Susan very much, and by sending me up there alone with her just made her dislike Susan more.

"Of course, Susan," Annabeth replied while gritting her teeth.

So I followed her up to her bedroom.

When I came in, I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. I mean, I was never too good with architecture, but this room was absolutely amazing—the way the colour of the room went with the furniture. When I was coming up, I was expecting to see a hot pink room with posters of Ian Somerhalder or Zac Efron shirtless. That is what I expected, but I didn't because I somehow knew deep down that Annabeth was the total opposite of what her reputation claimed her to be.

Instead it had grey walls, dark timber furniture, and framed pictures of all these amazing architectural buildings.

I swear that I was staring around the room for 5 minutes before Annabeth coughed to get my attention. Gods, she was seriously beautiful. You see, she had taken off all her make-up, and was wearing sweats and a T-shirt. This was her, her natural side, the side that she liked most. I could tell that she hated the slutty clothes and the make-up; there was just something she wasn't telling me, I felt it. I don't know how, I just could.

"What are you staring at, Seaweed brain?" Annabeth asked with a smile. I don't know how many times I say it to myself, she has the most amazing smile, and her lips, don't get me started on them, for they were perfect, I just wanted to hold this girl in my arms all day and learn all about the real her, not this one.

"I'm staring at the architecture of this room. It's amazing: the grey walls with the furniture; this room is like perfect, but for a girl, of course," I replied with a smirk on my face, and she looked confused as if she thought I wasn't smart enough to know all these things.

"Did you hire a professional architect and interior decorator for this bedroom?" I asked her. She looked at me in disbelief, but I was serious. If we ever had enough money, I wanted this person to do my bedroom.

"I actually did it myself when we first moved here. I wanted to paint my bedroom grey, and I chose the furniture, and everything else in this room," she told me.

"Woah, are you serious!?" I asked. I couldn't believe it, and she nodded. This place looks fantastic, and the fact that it was designed by a 17-year-old amazed me even more.

She saw the expression on my face.

"Do you not believe me?" she asked, looking a bit offended.

"No. I do believe you," I answered.

There was an awkward silence.

"Wise Girl, why don't you want to be with me?" I asked her after thinking about whether I should bring it up or not.

"I do want to be with you... it's just... after what happened with Luke, I don't think I will be able to trust anyone yet, and I just met you, and, sure, I trust you. I mean, the exact same thing happened to you. It's just that I don't feel like I know you well enough yet... do you know what I mean?" Annabeth responded; she looked as though she had just confessed her life story to me.

I nodded to show that I did know what she meant. Her trust level has increased 100 times then what it used to be, and the same thing happened with me. But I felt like I could trust this girl with my life, and I had no idea why.

She looked really sad and was looking down. I don't know why, but I wanted to comfort her.

"Wise Girl, what's wrong?" I questioned. She was still looking down, so I pulled her chin up with my finger and saw that she was crying.

Why was she crying?

"Wise Girl, why are you crying?" I asked her as more tears went running down her face.

"I can't say, Percy. You j-j-just wouldn't u-u-understand," Annabeth answered. Now she was sobbing.

I wanted to comfort her, but I felt that if I tried to, she would just push me away, but I ignored my conscience.

I hugged her, and she started to weep into my shirt, but then she realised what she was doing and pushed me away.

She then ran into her bathroom and locked the door.

I didn't know what to do, I was crazy about this girl, and I have no idea why, but I think I was falling for her.

She was in her bathroom, just crying for about 15 minutes, when she finally came out, I saw she had put her make-up back on. Also she had changed into a really tight dress.

When I saw her with that dress I knew I had to ask.

"Hey, Wise Girl, my friend is throwing this huge party, and I was maybe thinking if you would, uh.. ummm...," I trailed off with a bit of hesitation. She looked at me as if this had been asked a million times before.

Well, it was now or never to ask.

"I was wondering if you would like to be my date at the party? That is, if no one has asked you yet, but if you're not sure. It is going to be at Silena McLean's house, as it is her younger sister, Piper, who is throwing it, and if you could bring your friends along to this, it would be great, and also her mum wants her to have the party, so there will be no getting busted or anything like that," I told her.

She smiled after I finished speaking, but it was a confusing smile because it was the cross between a really happy smile, like she really wanted me to ask her this, but it also looked like a scared smile at the same time. Wow, this girl is really confusing me, sending me mixed signals of what she wants.

After awhile of her thinking about her answer (which, may I add, seemed like an hour; in reality, it was probably about 3 minutes, but I was anxious for her answer), she answered.

"Yes," she said.

I was now jumping up and down saying: "Yes! Yes! Yes!" But then she ruined the moment.

"But I will only go with you as a friend. I am not ready for dates Percy, not yet, not just days after my break-up. I am just not ready. Okay, Percy? I'm sorry," Annabeth explained. She really did look sorry. I could see this in her eyes.

When she told me this, I felt as though my heart had been torn into pieces, I felt terrible. I felt tears coming to my eyes, but I just blinked them away. Now I was looking down. I felt as though I had been turned down by the one person I was meant to be with.

Then to my relief dinner was called.

When we went downstairs to the dining room, I was of course following Annabeth down there because I had no idea where anything and everything was.

We arrived to see everyone looking at us. Paul had a grin on his face, and I knew for a fact, that that wasn't good at all. They had planned something, and I know because my mum had a smirk on her face, which she usually has when she knows something that I don't, and to be honest right now I was really scared.