"Luke," she half sobbed, "I am so tired."
He didn't seem to hear her. His hands snaked around her waist, and they stumbled into his apartment, bumping into tables and walls as he led her to his bedroom. Her knees buckled at the foot of the bed, and she collapsed onto the black comforter, Luke tumbling down after her. He buried his face in her neck, and she curved into him, deciding that succumbing to her handsome boyfriend wouldn't be the worst thing that had ever happened to her. Her fingers curled into his short blond hair, and he whispered her name.
Wait.
No.
He didn't whisper her name.
She sat up, pushing him off of her.
"What did you say?" It had to have been a trick of the mind.
"I said Annabeth," his brows furrowed.
"No, you didn't," she stood, her heart squeezing and her mind falling blank, "You said Catherine. Who is Catherine?"
"Annabeth, babe, come on." He flopped down on the bed, "If you don't want to have sex, say it. You don't have to be so dramatic."
Her hold on her composure was quickly slipping through her fingers, "No. No, you said Catherine. Oh my gosh. Is this why you're always so worried about me cheating? Because you're cheating on me?"
All Luke did was sigh.
She choked out a hysterical laugh that sounded like a sob, "Luke? Are you kidding me? Please tell me this is a sick attempt at humor."
He stayed where he was.
"Annabeth, I don't have the time or energy for this conversation tonight. Change out of your dress and come to bed."
"Oh my gosh! I cannot believe you." She turned to leave and then turned back into the bedroom, furious, looking at Luke lying on the bed with a hand draped across his eyes, "After everything. After everything! This is how it ends?"
Luke heaved a great sigh and sat up, "No, Annabeth, this is not how it ends. How tonight ends is with you coming to bed and getting a good night's rest. You're going to wake up in the morning feeling much better. I'm worried about you and your headaches. You're not thinking straight."
"Now you're worried about my headaches? Two minutes ago, you were only worried about one thing."
"Annabeth," Luke started.
"No," she spat, "You're done talking tonight."
With that, Annabeth Chase turned on her heel and walked out.