It took some time to explain Nico and Thalia, why Annabeth lay curled-up on Percy's bed with a plastic bucket pressed to her chest. At some point she fell asleep, although she shot up from her sleep and threw up again.

After he tugged her tightly in a blanket, he went in the kitchen and started to make pancakes.

At the moment he loaded some of them on a big plate and placed them on the table, while Nico calmed Thalia, who kept insulting Luke with the worst insults. Percy finished setting the table and sat down opposite of them.

"I hate him. How could he?"

Percy listened closer. Thalia didn't sound just angry, she sounded… disappointed. And she is only disappointed if it's somebody she cares about.

"Ehm, Thals, I didn't know, you and Luke were friends," Percy started carefully.

Thalia's cheeks reddened slightly and Nico raised his eyebrow surprised. "I- Yes, we are- we were friends."

"Aha," Percy smiled as Thalia crossed her arms.

"And what's up between you and Annabeth?" she snapped back and he couldn't prevent, that his cheeks became red too.

He liked Annabeth, but he didn't know how much he liked her exactly. Besides it didn't matter, since he won't get together with her anyway. She didn't know anything about him. About the things, which controlled his life.

"Nothing," he murmured and grabbed an empty plate to fill it with pancakes.

Silently they started their breakfast.

Why did Luke something like that? Percy's thoughts were so confused that it hurt to think about it too long. Actually he thought of Luke not as that bad. The only thing which bothered him was that he always hung out with Annabeth. Not that Percy was jealous; he just didn't like the thought of Annabeth being together with a boy doing drugs.

"Somehow I'm glad that our Dads were here yesterday," Nico said after a while. "I mean otherwise we would look like Annabeth now."
Instead of laughter, he got two angry glares and a weak: "Why thank you, Nico."
Percy's head shot to the door, where Annabeth stood on shaky legs. She was wearing one of Thalia's sweats and a t-shirt from Percy which was a way too big for her.

Of course, she still looked fantastic with greasy hair and the bucket in her hands.

He jumped on his feet but Annabeth shot him a glare.

"I'm not going to die, I just got a hangover," she huffed and sat down next to him.

Thalia and Nico looked at Percy who shrugged and turned to Annabeth, after he took a deep breath. "How much do you remember exactly?"
She placed the bucket next to her on the floor and wrapped her arms around her shaking body: "I remember how you dragged me rudely-" she glared at him angrily and Percy grinned back. "- in Thalia's car and I think I called Dad, but after that- nothing. Until this morning."

Her cheeks reddened a little and, though he tried to avoid it, Percy blushed also.

He cleared his throat to break the silence: "Okay, maybe it's better like that."
"What? Why? What happened tonight?" Annabeth frowned and Percy looked at Nico and Thalia for help.

"Well," he started slowly. How do you tell somebody, that he was drugged and spent the last twelve hours with kicking against walls and screaming into the darkness?

"Luke put roofies in your drink and last night you drove the neighbors crazy by screaming and crying like an insane," Thalia said and after a moment she continued eating while Annabeth gazed at her.

"Ehm, what?"

"You've been high, so high, that Percy probably didn't sleep a wink tonight, because he had to take care of you the whole time."

"Thalia this isn't funny," Annabeth said, her gaze fixed on Thalia, who just kept eating her breakfast until she pointed at Percy with her fork.

Annabeth turned her attention to him and how much he wanted to lie to her, just to calm her and so she wouldn't be hurt, he couldn't. Her eyes gleamed so desperately after the truth, that just her face pulled the words out of his mouth.

"She says the truth. I'm sorry."

Annabeth silenced for a moment. "He put drugs in my drink?"

Percy nodded. "I eavesdropped as he talked with a buddy about it and therefore I took off to pick you up."

Lie. And from the look on Annabeth's face, Percy knew that she suspected he was lying. Again.

"I wanted-" he started but the words stuck in his throat. "I- I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Annabeth sounded embittered now. "It's Luke's fault."

Not quite, Percy thought and internal he fought with the urge to tell his friends everything.

They stayed quiet.

"Are you okay?" Thalia asked carefully as Nico shifted uncertainly on his chair.

Annabeth sighed. "I don't remember anything. What happened last night?"
Thalia looked at Percy, who lost suddenly his appetite.

"I think you don't want to know that," he said but Annabeth shook her head.

"I need to know that. Otherwise I- urgh. You know I hate not knowing things, so tell me! Please, Seaweed Brain!"

When she starts to beg, it's serious.

Percy sighed desperately before he shot Thalia and Nico a glare. They shook their heads and he looked angrily at them. Both rolled their eyes, grabbed their half-emptied plate to walk slowly out of the room.

Percy got up, closed the door behind them and started to tell.

At each word, Annabeth's eyes widened a little more until she looked up at Percy, who was walking through the room by now, with a shocked and frustrated expression.

He tried to avoid her gaze.

"I'm sorry," he said for another time and stopped in front of Annabeth.

"It wasn't your fault," she mumbled and wrapped her arms tighter around herself, "It's Luke's."

"He's an idiot, but I doubt that he wanted to hurt you," Percy said and looked straight into her fascinating grey eyes, trying not to get captured by them.

"He betrayed me," Annabeth gazed at the kitchen tiles. "Just like my mother."

Percy sighed and stroked a skein out of her face, "She died, she didn't run away."

"Still. She was warned and did it though," a tear escaped her eyes and Percy caught it with his thump before he pulled Annabeth from her chair into his arms. She buried her face in his shirt to block the nausea and headache out for just a moment.

And suddenly it was night again for Percy and Annabeth was the desperate girl trapped in a drug-hell.

He hugged her tighter, with the little hope, never to let go again, but after some time she pulled away though. Her gaze showed now a little confusion and she gazed at him for a moment until she took another step closer to him and just as Percy's heart started to race, because he felt her breath tickling on his lips, she turned suddenly and throw up in the sink.

She leant over the metal basin with shaky arms. "I hate him."
Percy looked at her and all at once it dawned on him that if Annabeth knew who had sold the drugs to Luke, the 'I hate him' would refer to Percy.

So here is the next chapter, my dear readers. Feel free to leave a comment!

P.S. I really want to finish this story so I probably gonna update very soon, and with very soon means I'm playing with the thought of tomorrow morning which mean for you like in the middle of the night.