This is the reason I hate to update two times or more a day - people never review BOTH of them, only one of the chapters. Anyways, this is to make up for the last one. It was crappy, wasn't it? This may just be equally crappy.

I couldn't care less.

In Between Our Lies

25. Complications

This is it, I guess. The moment we're all waiting for. The face-off between the two guys . . . Two guys who I might even love. Percy and Luke.

Percy; I was just his best friend. This was just another cliché girl-next-door story; except, not really. He was supposed to be totally untouchable – figures. I just seemed to want everything out of reach, didn't I? Of course I did; it was seemingly just another fatal flaw I have – if any demigod can get two instead of just one.

And of all the people I had to fall in love with, I get those two!

Luke - the now twenty three year old who's supposed to be my big brother, and not my secret crush. Percy: my mother's worst enemy's son.

Complicated, isn't it? Well, that's the one word that usually associates with my life. Go figure. Let the daughter of Athena have all the rotten luck, why don't you?

It has to be Luke, doesn't it? Luke. My big brother. The one who I'm sure is in love with Thalia - who is, by the way, a Huntress of Artemis. No love. Perfect sob story right here, huh? It's a nice love triangle that's hanging by a thread – almost literally.

Then there's Percy. My best friend who just about has the world resting on his shoulders – he did have the sky on his shoulders, once. Throw a mortal Rachel Dare in the picture, and you've got everything down pat.

Okay, so maybe I don't love Luke anymore. It's all too confusing. This is probably why Mom doesn't fall in love, huh? She must think me real stupid now. And I'm supposed to be her "favorite" daughter! I really wish there was a god or goddess of emotions I could turn to at this point. But then . . . The question. He asks it.

There's no turning back now.

"Did you . . . Did you love me?" It's barely a whisper, and I have to answer it so he can rest in peace. I glance over at Percy. I don't think I even have to answer, because Luke knows.

But I do. Because I'm the Athena girl who wants things to finally turn out right. The girl who wants her life to stop hanging by a thread – the one who wants to build something permanent to make of for the ruins of her life.

"No." I never really did love him, did I? No, not really. Okay, maybe I did, but that doesn't matter now.

Luke is dead now. But . . . Percy is alive. See? Somehow I can wrap up some good into this. I knew there was a little bit of smarts up there in that brain.

Go review the chapter before this if you haven't already.

If you don't - well, there is no *pretty* was to describe what will happen, 'kay?

Love you all this much -! Now, REVIEW!