Annabeth knew Percy would go back to Michigan. She knew he would go back to Evanna, pretending nothing had ever happened. That everything between them was only a dream or some crazy misunderstanding. She knew Percy would forget her, sooner better than later. The soft sound of the fan circulating the room, reminded her of home. The nights her father would tuck her to bed and kiss her goodnight. She wished more than anything she could go back to that moment, where she felt safe and secure in her father's arms. Where he would tell her everything would be alright and he'd protect her. The blankets over her head gave her no such comfort. Her pillows were smeared with mascara and wet with her tears, she didn't care that Faith thought she was with her family in Michigan. All Annabeth wanted was to go home. The tiny apartment she shared with Faith was her home, and nothing was going to stop her from going home, even if it meant walking in on her with an unknown guy. Thankfully, that hadn't happened.

"Annabeth, you can't spend the rest of your life lying in bed. Come on, class starts in an hour. Let's grab some coffee before." Faith sat on the end of her bed, hoping to get her up.

"Who says I need to get up?" she mumbled against her pillow.

"I do, now let's go." Faith smacked her side and stood up.

"Faith, you don't get it." Annabeth turned on her back, looking at the ceiling. "I haven't been in Michigan over the last few days." She put her weight on her elbows to look at Faith. "I've been with…my sister's fiancée. And we've been," Annabeth tried to find the right word to say. "Traveling, I guess."

"Wait, why? How was Evan okay with that?"

"Well, we didn't particularly tell her what we were doing."

"What were you doing?" Faith questioned. Annabeth sighed and fully sat up.

"Looking for someone."

"Who?"

"It's complicated."

"How so?" Faith sat back down on the bed.

"Do you remember the night of my birthday? I went out. And something happened there." Tears were threatening to escape her eyes. "Something bad, you could say."

"Annabeth, you don't need to tell me, if you don't want to." Faith tried to comfort her, but it was the last thing she wanted.

"I was raped the night of my birthday," she said her voice rose. Her body felt like it was numb. She couldn't believe she had said it aloud and realized the truth of it. "The night of my twenty first birthday, I was raped by a man named Jacob Smit." Annabeth placed her head in her hands, allowing her to lose control over her mind and body, for the first time in months. She held everything inside, until then. Faith now knew what Annabeth had wanted her to know.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." Annabeth said through sobs. Faith rubbed her back, trying to calm her sobs.

"I could have helped, Annabeth. We're best friends. You're like my sister. You were going through too much to be alone or not tell anyone. Did Percy help you? What did he do? Why are you like this?" Everything that had been on Faith's mind over the last few days, as Annabeth had been in bed, was finally out in the open. Annabeth knew Faith needed to know.

"Remember the semester we had to take a Greek Mythology course?" Faith nodded. "Percy and I relate to that course terribly well." Annabeth wanted her to guess, it would make it not as farfetched.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, it's hard to explain. You know how my mother was never around? Well, Percy's father wasn't around. It's because they were somewhere else the whole time."

"Annabeth, I don't want to play a game. This is ridiculous." Faith groaned, she never did have patience for games.

"Percy and I are Demigods." Annabeth gave up, Faith would never guess that.

"What is that? Ann, I got a D in that class. I barely passed."

"My mother is Athena and Percy's father is Poseidon." Annabeth sighed.

"Oh, my." Faith's eyes grew big as she looked at Annabeth. "You can't be serious."

"Dead serious." She said.

"How is that possible?"

"Well, Faith. If you would have paid attention in class you would know that the Gods are just like humans. They can reproduce just as easily as we can." Faith's eyes grew big once more.

"Annabeth, Jacob didn't-"

"No, he didn't. There was a…scare, but he didn't."

'Oh," Faith wrapped her arms around Annabeth's neck, squeezing her. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all this alone. I'm so, so sorry."

"Don't be. I had Percy," Annabeth mumbled. "At the time."

"Well, where is he now?" she asked, pushing Annabeth out of their hug.

"He's back with Evanna in Michigan." Annabeth looked at her twiddling fingers. "Planning their wedding."

"Annie, what are we doing here? Come on. Let's go." Faith stood up, trying to pull Annabeth up.

"No, I can't." she snatched her arm back. "I was the one who left. I was the one who ran out on him. I can't just leave everything and beg him to take me instead of Evan." Had that come out of her mouth? Faith's lips turned into an O shape.

'So, that's what this is about. You're in love with Percy, but he's engaged to your only sister. What a pickle you are in, missy."

"I don't know what to do." Her voice broke. "I love him. I can't get him out of my mind. I can't let go." Faith brushed the side of Annabeth's hair.

"How do you know he's not thinking the same thing?"

He didn't want to be bothered. He didn't want to be spoken to. He didn't want anything to happen that would remind him of Annabeth. Even if that meant locking himself in his room, with nothing but a book and light to keep him company.

He could hear the ruckus of wedding planning coming from downstairs. He didn't want to think about a wedding. Not when Annabeth was back in New York, where he should be right now. Everything inside him wished he would have stayed. Wished he would have chased after her. He stood there watching her leave.

Evanna had bombarded him with questions once he walked in the door without Annabeth. He only answered one of the hundreds she had asked.

"She's home in New York. Where she feels she should be." Was all he said. He couldn't bring himself to say she probably wouldn't be back as long as he was there. He had made such a mess and would take all of it back, all the way back to never meeting Evanna. He wished with everything inside him that it was Annabeth he had met first.

After days being cooped up in his room, he grabbed his bag, and opened the door. He found Faith sitting at the table with her mother, papers sprawled all over the table.

"I can't do this," he said, bluntly. "I can't hurt you like this, Evan. I can't hurt you by marrying you." Evanna walked up from the table and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Percy, what are you talking about?"

"I don't love you, Evan." He said, trying with everything in him to make tears spring from his eyes, but couldn't. He had only ever loved her as a friend. "I can't keep pretending that I love you like a wife, because I don't. We were best friends and that's all I feel we can ever be." Evan showed no emotion. Percy couldn't understand why she would have wanted to get married if she didn't care about anything, but herself.

"The weddings off then." She turned on her heels and grabbed every paper, throwing them in the trash. She turned to Percy with sympathetic eyes, "I'm really sorry I pressured you into get married, Percy. I didn't want it, believe me. My mother can be adamant about a lot of things and this was one of them."

"I cannot believe you." A voice boomed from the table. Her mother stood up. "After everything I've given you and done to make your life better and you do this to me?" her mother's face was red as she ranted. "He has money Evanna, we need that now! How can you be okay with living like a poor person for the rest of your life?"

"What are you talking about?" Percy questioned, his voice calm but still firm. "I'm not rich. I don't have a penny to my name."

"But, Evan, you said-"

"I've never said that Mother." Evanna said. "Percy, I'm sorry. She…I…You should go. But before you go," she slipped the engagement ring off her finger. "I'm sorry for the act I put on. I shouldn't have only because my mother said. She can be scary, but I shouldn't have done it." She placed the ring in his palm. "I think it's time you go find my sister, and give that to the one who truly loves you and who you truly love." He kissed her cheek.

"Thank you." He put his bag over his shoulder, and headed to the door. A car was pulled into the driveway and a beautiful blonde woman stepped out. The only person he wanted to see at that moment.

A/N: Hope you liked! I want to try and put in both Percy's and Ananbeth's POV because I think it's important to see how both she and he were feeling. I hope you get the whole thing with Evanna and her mother. Her mother thought Percy was rich so she told Evanna to pressure Percy into wanting to marry Evanna, but she never wanted to marry him because they are best friends. Get it? Hope so. If not just PM me and I can explain it some more. (: Only a few more chapters left. *Wipes tears*

Enjoy!