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Okay, so I completely rewrote the outline that I originally had for this story and I have planned that there will be around 32 chapters, plus an epilogue. There might be more and there might be less, but the amount of chapters will be around that number. Once I do finish this story, which I'm planning on, hopefully, doing over the summer, I'm probably going to start a new story…but I'll focus on finishing Goode High School for Insane Youths.

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Chapter 21

"Are you sure she was talking about today? Not next Wednesday?" Percy's mother asked, checking the window for the third time.

Percy shrugged. Percy had made plans with Rachel to go to her house and look at a couple of Rachel's paintings. She was supposed to pick him up at 5:30, but it was 6:15, and Rachel wasn't normally late. As Percy checked his watch for the third time in ten minutes, he felt a twinge of guilt. He blew of Annabeth, who wanted Percy to come with her to go to an architecture showcase, just so that he could see Rachel's paintings. And know he was worried that Rachel wouldn't even show up. Maybe Rachel was getting held up in traffic, or perhaps she was getting held up at her house. Rachel had told Percy that her dad was extremely protective of her, especially when came to boys. Just think about Mark. Mr. Dare probably wasn't too happy when Mark came knocking on his door.

"Yes, mom," Percy mumbled, "I'm sure she was talking about this Wednesday."

"Maybe she texted you and said that it won't work tonight," Mrs. Jackson offered.

Percy checked his phone for messages, although he knew that there wouldn't be any. "Nope."

Mrs. Jackson frowned. "Well, I don't think it's going to work, since she's forty five minutes late. I'm sorry, Perce. I know you were looking forward to this. I'll make you some food."

"Alright," Percy said, glumly. He was supposed to have homemade pizza with Rachel, but instead he's having Papa Murphy's version. He took small bites of the cheese pizza that Mrs. Jackson had put on a paper plate in front of me. "This sucks. I was really looking forward to this."

Mrs. Jackson sighed. "Did you try calling her?"

"Yeah. Twice. She didn't pick up."

"Try again. Third time's the charm."

Percy shrugged and took out his phone, dialing Rachel's cell phone number just a couple seconds after. It rung for a couple times, Percy's hope diminishing. Then, suddenly, the rings ended and Percy heard another voice at the end of the line. "Rachel?" Mrs. Jackson looked up in interest.

"Percy!" Rachel shouted, her voice slightly unclear, indicating that she must be in the car. "I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, SO sorry that I'm late. Like really late. My dad was being annoying and he was giving me a lecture about how I shouldn't bring home another Mark and I tried to tell him that you weren't anything like me Mark! But anyway, I like five minutes away! Again, I'm really, really sorry for being late!"

"Don't worry about. I'll see ya," Percy said, grinning.

He hung up his phone and looked at his mom. "Well?" She said.

"Her dad was giving her a hard time," Percy explained, getting his jacket and finishing the last couple of bites of pizza. "She'll be here soon. I'm going to wait outside."

Mrs. Jackson raised her eyebrows. "Alrighty then. You have fun."

"I will. Love you, mom," Percy said, kissing her cheek, before running outside.

By the time that Rachel picked up Percy, it was about 6:35. Rachel apologized profusely all the way to her house, but Percy practically ignored her, claiming that it was no big deal, and to Percy, it really wasn't. He was just glad that he didn't have to face Annabeth and tell her that the plans that he made with Rachel was canceled. Eventually, though, Percy convinced Rachel that he wasn't angry with her and so she stopped apologizing, although Percy could see how bad she felt just in her eyes.

When they first arrived Rachel gave Percy a quick tour of the place, although Rachel didn't bother to him a full description of every room. He noticed pictures of her family: a younger sister, a brunette mom and another redheaded kid. There was a room of Rachel's school photos, which were, according to Rachel, all equally embarrassing. At one point, though, they reached the top of the staircase leading to Rachel's room when they were sidetracked by a loud voice.

"Well, who would this be?!" came a booming voice. Percy looked up, startled, glancing at Rachel and then back at the direction that the voice came from. He looked over at Rachel, terrified, but Rachel just rolled her eyes. Percy heard footsteps, and slowly a figure appeared. He was a tall man with a scraggly orangish, red mustache and a balding head. Percy unmistakable knew that that was Rachel's father. "Rachel, honey, who is this?"

Rachel sighed. "This is Percy, dad. I told you he was coming over to look at some of my art."

"Art?"

"Art," Rachel repeated, looking at her father a little condescendingly.

Mr. Dare looked over at Percy. "And you're not going to do anything else, right?"

"Dad!" Rachel blushed.

Percy chuckled, despite Rachel's obvious irritation. "No, sir. Just looking at art."

Mr. Dare raised his eyebrows. "And how do I know that you're telling the truth?"

"Dad!"

"Rachel, the last time that a boy was in your room–." He said the words with such disgust, and Percy immediately knew that Mark was the boy that Mr. Dare was talking about.

"Dad, Percy is different."

"Mmmhmm."

"Don't worry, sir," Percy said, smiling. "I won't try anything on Rachel. After all, I have a girlfriend and it is not Rachel."

Mr. Dare smiled, satisfied. "Well, good. Now, go have fun. Are you going to eat anything?"

Percy shook his head. "No, sir. I already ate."

Mr. Dare grinned, "Stop calling me so sir. It's Phillip (A/N I didn't know his name…)."

"I'm so sorry about that," Rachel mumbled, as she and Percy stepped into her room, her face almost as read as her hair. "My dad can be a little embarrassing sometimes.

Percy chuckled. "Don't worry about it Rach. All parents are at one point. Just wait til you meet my mom. You'll be surprised by all the embarrassing, awful stories she's told about me."

"I doubt that," Rachel said, grinning.

Percy rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't so sure."

Rachel laughed.

"So, now that you're finished getting embarrassed by your dad and I'm finished, let's see some art!" Percy said, grinning.

"It's over there!" Rachel said, pointing to cardboard box in the corner of her room.

Percy trailed over there and began to look at the pictures. He studied the vibrant colors and the patterns. He looked through a couple, the majority of them about the sea or the sunset. He loved them for the colors, the purples and pinks, or the sea greens and blues. Rachel studied Percy's expression, and smiled.

"They're great," Percy said, examining one that was of the sea. There was a cliff side in the corner, and waves were crashing against it, the vibrant green hues sticking out against the blue. In the top corner was a sun that glowed, surrounded by white, fluffy clouds. "Especially this one."

"Thanks," Rachel said, smiling. She studied Percy for a second more before whispering, "Percy."

Percy set down the piece of art that he was looking up at and looked at Rachel, who was staring down at her feet, playing with her fingers a little nervously. "Is everything alright Rachel?" Percy asked.

Rachel sighed. She took a deep breath and looked up at him. "Percy, c-can I tell you something?"

Percy shrugged, "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

Rachel let out a small chuckle, and took another step closer to Percy. Percy raised his eyebrows, but thought nothing of it. "Look, I just wanted say that, I understand why you wouldn't or didn't like in the beginning of year. I truly was an awful person to Annabeth Austin–."

Percy immediately understood where this conversation was going and he quickly said, "Rachel, you don't have to–."

"J-just let me finish this Percy," Rachel quickly said, spitting words out just to get the conversation over with. "As I was saying, I would understand if you refused to accept that I don't want to be that person anymore, like Thalia or Gillian, and all of them. I would get if you thought that I was terrible person, and that I don't deserve a second chance after everything that I've done. But, you weren't like that. You decided to forgive and forget. You, like Annabeth, decided to be the bigger person and gave me a second chance. And I was just wondering, why? Why did you just ignore and forget everything that I've done?"

Percy, who was a little taken aback by Rachel's question, stared at her for a second. "W-what?"

"Percy, just answer the question, please," Rachel mumbled.

"I-I guess it's because I knew that everyone deserves a second chance."

Rachel stared into Percy's eyes. She took another step closer to him. "Percy, Annabeth's really lucky to have someone like you. Brent never treated me like this. I was just another girl that he could call property. I was nothing to him. And after seeing the way that you treat Annabeth, and you two are together, I kind of wish I didn't waste everything on Brent."

Percy sighed. "You're going to find someone that's perfect for you and that understands you. I promise."

Rachel smiled at Percy. "Funny. Athletic. Kind…," Rachel took another step closer to Percy, and suddenly there only about a foot away from each other. She observed his gorgeous green eyes, and his spectacular black hair. "And beautiful."

Percy's eyes widened. "Rachel…"

"Imagine what it would be like I was Annabeth and Annabeth was me." Rachel closed the gap between the two, and suddenly Percy became surprisingly claustrophobic. He was about to step away from Rachel but Rachel grabbed a hold of him and attacked his lips.

For a second, Percy remained still in shock, feeling uncomfortable as Rachel pressing her lips against his in a violent kiss. Percy pulled Rachel away and stared at her, and suddenly, as Percy stared at her, something just changed. Percy examined her frizzy red hair, studied the freckles splattered across her face. And then, Percy lost control and pulled Rachel into a dazzling, heart wrenching kiss.

A few seconds passed and they pulled apart. Percy let out a sharp gasp, and kneeled on Rachel's bed, pressing his hand to his lips in anguish and fear. "What did I just do?"

"Something really, really stupid," Rachel whispered, looking back at Percy. "Oh my god, Percy, I…I don't what happened. I just had this urge…."

Percy stared in Rachel's eyes and stood up, shaking with fear and panic. "Oh my god, what did I just do? Did I really just do that? God, how could I be so stupid?!" He voice rang with franticness and anxiousness. He looked down at Rachel, who had her eyebrows raised. "Don't give me that look! Do you understand how bad this is?! God, if Annabeth finds out…," he trailed off, fighting back the unwanted images of what Annabeth's reaction would be. Percy turned to face Rachel, "We aren't going to tell anyone, we aren't going to think about it! Got it?!" Percy demanded, his face red.

Rachel shrugged.

"No! No! No! Don't shrug! Say yes! Annabeth cannot find out about this. This-this never happened between us! We spent the entire night looking at paintings and talking and blah, blah, blah. I never kissed you. You never kissed me. Just forget about this entire conversation!"

"Got it…," Rachel mumbled, and Percy felt a surge of pity. He could see the pain that Rachel was in, but Percy didn't have enough sympathy to try to make it better for Rachel. His mind was focused on making that sure Annabeth finds out.

It would kill him if he lost.

"I know it hurts Rachel," Percy said, quietly, resting his hand on her shoulder. They locked eyes. "But this isn't right. I love Annabeth, and I would never do anything to hurt. Not like this."

Rachel nodded. "Promise me this won't come between us," she whispered. "It was stupid mistake and I don't want to lose our friendship."

Percy smiled at her. "Of course this won't come between our friendship."

Rachel smiled. "Good."

THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL

The next day, Annabeth noticed Percy and Rachel's friendship that had grown literally over night. They talked to each other and laughed a lot more than Annabeth expected. In fact, Annabeth seemed a little excluded. She felt like Percy and Rachel were sharing one big inside joke that Annabeth wasn't a part of. A part of her felt glad that Percy and Rachel were becoming such great friends, but she jealous, especially because of last night. She had planned a nice evening with Percy, starting with dinner at her house and ending at the architectural showcase. Sure, Percy wasn't a big architect fan, but she promised she would do something with him in return.

But no. He just had to go with Rachel. Rachel this, and that Rachel. During class today, all Percy could talk about was Rachel and how good her art is and how amazing her house is. She felt trapped in a cage with all this Rachel talk.

"I just wish that he would shut up about her!" Annabeth grumbled to Luke, as they made their way to the cafeteria. "He didn't ask me how my day was yesterday. It was all just, 'Oh, guess what I did with Rachel?'"

Luke sighed, sounding as if he knew that this was going to happen. "Are you jealous of them?" Luke asked, gesturing toward Percy and Rachel, who were standing by each other and laughing, grins spread across their faces. Annabeth felt her stomach twist in irritation as Rachel and Percy stood to a halt, waiting for their friends.

"Wouldn't you be?" Annabeth mumbled, staring into Luke's eyes. "Imagine how you would feel if Thalia became awfully close with another guy. You wouldn't like it."

Luke shrugged. "We're not talking about Thalia and I, right now. We're talking about you and Perce, and right now, you don't seem too happy to even look at him."

"I'm just irritated," Annabeth mumbled. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair. "It just doesn't make any sense. Why is Percy all of a sudden paying so much attention to Rachel? Even before, he only talked to her when it seemed polite. Now, he's always saying 'Where's Rachel? Maybe we should get Rachel.' There's something going on between those two."

"Emmy, think about it," Luke started, and she looked up into her best friend's eyes. "You're jealous. That's why you're thinking all of this stuff. I'm sure that there's nothing going on between Percy and Rachel. You just feel like there is because you're jealous."

"I am not jealous!" Annabeth shouted, a little louder than she had meant to.

Percy and Rachel looked at up at the two, with their eyebrows raised. "Why would you be jealous?" Percy asked, and he sent a quick look at Rachel, who did the same, hoping that Annabeth wouldn't catch it.

Oh, Annabeth caught it alright. "No reason," she said through clenched teeth.

Percy raised an eyebrow, "Is everything alright? Are you mad about the architecture thing last night? Look Annabeth–."

Annabeth held up her hands in surrender, "Save it Percy. I not mad at you." She gave him her most reassuring smile, but she could tell that he wasn't convinced.

"Well good," Percy said, tentatively. They both shared a somewhat forced smile, but Percy extended his arms for her anyway. Annabeth smiled at Percy and embraced his hug, enjoying and milking every second of it. He quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek and the couple walked hand in hand down to the cafeteria, Luke and Rachel trailing behind them.

They quickly gathered around a cafeteria table and sat down, diving into their lunches. Immediately, Rachel took this as the time to ambush Annabeth. "So, you are going to be able to come to my party on Friday, right?" Rachel asked.

Annabeth, set her sandwich down and looked up at her friend. "I'm not sure…," she mumbled. The thought of going to a party wasn't exactly an appealing thought to Annabeth. In fact, she almost hated parties, especially since they were wild, crazy and there was usually alcohol. Imagine what her mother would say…

"Oh, come on!" Percy said, grinning. "Don't be such a kill joy!"

"I'm not being a killjoy," his girlfriend argued, "I'm just not a fan of parties. You know that."

Luke laughed, "But you love parties. You always have the best time that ours! Don't you remember Thalia's and my anniversary? You had a good time."

"But that's different," Annabeth mumbled.

"Come on Annabeth," Rachel said, pouting.

"Come on Annabeth," Percy said, putting on the same face that Annabeth found most enduring and irresistible.

Luke joined in, using a very high-pitched voice. "Yeah, come on, Annabeth!"

Annabeth laughed and sighed. "Fine. I guess I'll go."

Rachel squealed. "Great! This party is going to be fantastic. It's on Friday at 4:30 at my place. Everyone is going to be there." Rachel quickly gave her best friend a huge hug before running off with her lunch to go spread the word. Annabeth watched as she perched herself by some girls that was in her homeroom class and told them about the party. As Rachel left, Luke did as well, his attention now focused on Thalia, who was sitting in a small circle with Katie, Travis and Connor. Luke gave Thalia a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting beside her.

"Are you absolutely sure you're going to be excited?" Percy whispered, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend, running his fingertips through the strands of her blonde hair.

Annabeth smiled. "Of course I'll be. I mean, it's just a huge party that she always throws."

Percy seemed to pick up on her attitude. "Bad past experiences?"

Annabeth grinned. "You have no idea."

Percy sighed. "Just remember that she's changed, Annie. So maybe you guys had a pretty rough breakup last time, but not anymore. You guys are practically best friends. I doubt that Rachel will do anything to hurt you."

"Y-you're right," Annabeth muttered, looking up into her boyfriend's beautiful eyes. "Nothing bad is going to happen. Rachel would never do anything to hurt me. And neither would you."

Percy laughed a little nervously, a twinge of guilt running through his body. He looked into his girlfriend's eyes, and kissed her forehead, caressing her cheeks. But in the pit of his stomach, Percy couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the other.

Annabeth had no idea just how wrong she is.

By the time Friday rolled around, Annabeth had to admit that she so extremely excited for Rachel's party. She went shopping on Thursday and bought a new pair of shorts and crop top just for the invite, although Annabeth would never be caught dead wearing something like this. The tank top and shorts were just a little flashy but Annabeth figured that she should let loose a little more often. Besides, she was convinced by Rachel, who had told Annabeth that Percy would fall in love with her even more if she wore that outfit. (Check out the outfit on my profile!)

When school was out and after Percy dropped her off at her apartment, Annabeth quickly ran to the bathroom to get ready. She took a nice long shower, carefully shaving and moisturizing her legs. Then, she focused on her appearance: letting her long, curly blonde hair fall in natural waves, adding a touch of mascara and blush. After sending about thirty minutes on her appearance, Annabeth stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed in her outfit, finishing off the look with a pair of owl earrings. And last but not least, Annabeth turned her collection of shoes and picked out a pair of silver sandals that was decorated with gems.

Finally, Annabeth was finished and waited for Percy and Luke to come pick her up. When they did arrive, Rachel had been right. Percy was memorized.

He stared at Annabeth, his mouth slightly ajar. The clothes that she was wearing accentuated her long, shapely, tan legS and made her look even more beautiful than usual. "You look gorgeous," he muttered as he gave Annabeth a long kiss.

Luke rolled his eyes, "Come on. Let's go lovebirds!"

By the time that the trio arrived at the party, most of the parking was already taken, but they had gotten and there was a spot open. They stepped out of the car, after taking ten minutes for Luke to do a very difficult parallel parking job, and made their way to Rachel's house. Annabeth could hear the booming sound of music blaring and the nearly muted mumbles of voices coming from inside of her fence. Rachel was waiting outside and grinned as she saw them.

"Hey!" She said, giving Annabeth a hug. "Love the outfit," she whispered in her eye before turning to the others. "Come on in! The party just started."

Although Annabeth had seen Rachel's house many times before, she was still shocked every time. It was at least three stories eye, with massive, sparkling glass windows, revealing a dazzling home with white walls, marble floors, a spiral staircase and glossy ornaments decorating the halls. In Rachel's backyard, the paved, cemented ground lead to a small grassy yard that had a volleyball court set up, and a pool shaped like the size of a squash and bigger than Annabeth's room. Along Rachel's fence was a table set up of tons of food, plates, sodas, napkins and massive glass bowl filled to the brim with red punch. "You're house is so cool."

Rachel shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal. It's just a house."

"A huge house," Luke mumbled. He eyed the table filled with provisions and immediately set off toward it, Annabeth, Rachel and Percy trailing behind him. Luke grabbed a glass off of the table and quickly started taking large gulps, forcing the drink down his throat.

"Man, you must have really had a killer workout to make you that thirsty," Annabeth pointed out grinning.

Luke, who was in the middle of pouring his second glass, turned to look at her. "You have no idea."

"Why are you even working out?" Rachel asked. "You look perfectly fine to me."

"Thalia likes her men ripped to the bone with an eight pack," Luke pointed out, with a grin. "I don't think I've ever been this exhausted in my entire life."

Percy rolled her eyes. "Dude, why would you ever let a girl control you?" Luke nearly choked on his drinks, and Annabeth and Rachel both gave him the 'are you stupid' look. Percy immediately picked up on what they were trying to say, and he bit his lip. "Okay…maybe you're right…girls and their opinions should be taken seriously. But still, that doesn't mean that you have to work yourself until you have to drink fifteen glasses of punch, or until you can hardly walk!"

Luke laughed. "Oh, I'm just exhausted since I got a job. I am a mailman." Annabeth and Rachel both snickered, and Luke raised his eyebrows. "What? For your information, mailmen are extremely important to everyday societies."

"Oh, Luke," Annabeth rested her arm on his shoulder, "We're not laughing at you. We're laughing with you."

Luke scowled, "Yeah, whatever." Luke then looked down at the punch bowl and sighed. "But now that I think about it, I should probably stop drinking all this punch. It's almost out." He looked sheepishly at Rachel.

Rachel grinned, "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad that someone likes it. I can just go make another batch. Percy, you wanna come with me?"

This caught both Percy and Annabeth's attention. Annabeth, to be honest, wasn't surprised that Rachel was asking for Percy's help, especially since they've grown quite a bit closer over past week, but it was still shocking to Annabeth how many times Rachel and Percy did something together. As for Percy, he was surprised that Rachel was daring enough to want alone time with Percy, especially after…that night.

"That'll work," Annabeth said. "I can stay here with Luke, unless you guys want my help."

Rachel and Percy shook their head simultaneously. "Its fine," they said together, and quickly ran off.

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. "Okay then."

Percy and Rachel quickly and practically ran into Rachel's kitchen, which was luckily deserted. Rachel went to her fridge, whistling a song and pulled out the necessary ingredients to make punch. Meanwhile, Percy stared at Rachel in awe as she worked, as if nothing was wrong.

"Rachel, what are you doing?" Percy asked, his tone a little harsher than expected. "We were supposed to forget about it."

Rachel froze and turned to Percy. "I have forgotten about it. I just asked for you help. It's not like I wanted to bring you in here just for you to make out with me again."

Percy raised his eyebrows, "Me make out with you? I think it was the other way."

Rachel laughed, the sound of it dripping with malice and anger. "Are you kidding me, Percy?" She said, accusingly. "You are so stupid."

"Says the girl who made out with someone that wasn't really on the menu."

"It was a mistake," Rachel said, stiffly. "An honest, stupid mistake."

"Stupid is right. If Annabeth finds out…," he mumbled, and shivered at the thought of it. "Can you imagine how angry she would be?"

Rachel sighed, "Pretty angry." She turned her back on Percy, her face matching the shade of her hair, and returned to her work of making punch. "Percy, is everything okay between us? I don't want that to come between us."

Percy sighed, the vast majority of his attention focused on his thoughts. "Yeah, of course. You didn't tell anyone, though, right"

Rachel shook her head, "Of course, not. I wouldn't risk your relationship with her, and my friendship. Besides, she's already kind of mad at me since you decided to come to my house instead of painting, and I'm sure that this will push her over the edge." Rachel and Percy, as if reading each other's minds, turned simultaneously and looked at each other. "I really do like her, Dill. And I can't risk losing her again. I won't have any other chances."

"And if we get caught, I won't either. I love her Rachel, and to be honest, I don't feel that way with you." Percy could see the hurt in Rachel's eyes as he said that, but he knew that she needed to know. He wanted to make sure that there was no chance of them ever feeling anything toward each other.

Rachel nodded, "Of course. And I can't feel the same way with you, either."

"It would be wrong…"

"In every way."

Rachel and Percy looked up at each other in mutual agreement. They stared into each other's eyes, studying the partners of the veins in their orbs. Suddenly, something just washed over the both of them and took a few tentative steps closer to them. Percy tried to resist, but he couldn't. He had to admit that Rachel was beautiful, not in the same way as Annabeth, but still, Percy couldn't take his eyes off of her. Percy wrapped his hands around Rachel's waist and then looked closer to each other. Their lips grazed each other's mouth and hesitated.

"We shouldn't do this…," Rachel mumbled, though she was more focused on Percy's lips than anything else.

"I know…," Percy mumbled.

And their lips met. They didn't pull away for what seemed to be a very long time. Their passionate lip locking escalated as Rachel ran her fingers through Percy's messy hair, and Percy, succumbed in the moment, picked Rachel up and rested her on her counter. Percy took a quick glance at Rachel, before locking lips with her once again.

Rachel and Percy broke apart, grabbing each other's arms and gazing into each other's eyes. "We can't do this," Percy mumbled. "It'll kill her."

"Then let's stop it," Rachel whispered, breathless and leaned into Percy's lips once more without meeting a single shred of resistance. And their want for one another heightened as their lips attacked each other's.

Meanwhile, Annabeth and Luke leaned against the snack table. "I wonder what's taking them so long," Annabeth mused. Luke merely shrugged, too absorbed with his cell phone, quickly scanning through Thalia's message and then sending one in under five seconds. He hardly even acknowledged that Annabeth had spoken to him. She rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm going to go look for them. Bye Luke." Luke, held his hand up and wiggled his fingers, as if waving to Annabeth, but there was no emotion or conviction behind it. Annabeth rolled her eyes and continued walking.

She made her way to the kitchen in a breeze. "Percy? Rachel?" She heard moans coming from the kitchen and Annabeth chuckled. "Oh, Percy and Rachel are gonna get a kick out of this," she whispered, grinning, as she turned the corner to see who was making out in Rachel's kitchen.

Annabeth stopped short, and suddenly she felt very lightheaded. She stared at the two sharing the very intimate moment: the boy was running his hands through the girl's hair as they attacked each other's lips. The girl, on the other hand, clutched the boy's neck as if hanging on it for dear life. They spun around, pressing against the counter, nearly knocking over the punch bowl. Annabeth felt repulsed as she stared at them.

"Wow…," the boy mumbled. "That was…."

"Wrong?" The girl finished the sentence for him.

The boy nodded in agreement. "Very wrong."

Annabeth suppressed a gasp as she stared, wide-eyed at the couple. She held onto the side of Rachel's wall for dear life, clutching her stomach as if she was going to hurl. Annabeth felt as if she was going to her. She felt sick, dizzy and, most importantly, betrayed.

Because that couple was Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

And Percy Jackson.

DUN DUN DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

No Percy, how could you do that to Annabeth?!

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BTW, sorry for the somewhat lame grammar/editing. I just wanted to post something and I know that there a lot of parts that felt underdeveloped, like Rachel and Percy's friendship but I promise that in future chapters I really flesh out their relationship much more.

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