SUup guys! Here's another chapter!

I don't know if this chapter was well written but yes enjoy HAHA i tried to make it as descriptive? as possible.

btw, anyone who reads this lives in seattle? Anyone who's going high school in two years time?

Thanks for the reviews!

~kuntakintae

Annabeth's POV

"Hey there," A friendly, outgoing voice floated through my ears as I was walking down the hallway to get to my locker, my eyes on the floor, unwilling to meet anyone's eyes/

At first, I didn't respond. Whoever it was, he probably wasn't talking to me anyway. No one liked to talk to me, especially not in such a friendly tone.

Hence, I kept on walking, completely ignoring the voice and forgetting about it as I hurried to my locker.

"Heyy, I'm talking to you!" The same voice exclaimed, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. I almost ignored it again until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

As soon as i felt it, I froze immediately.

"Woah! Don't suddenly stop like that. I almost crashed into you!" A slightly surprised voice floated through my ears again. This time, I was convinced that whoever this was, he was talking to me.

My feet were rooted to the ground and my lungs were constricted. Panic and worry started to seep into me. What did this person want with me? How should I respond? How do I get away?

I somehow felt the person shift from his position behind me and shut my eyes tight, preparing for something bad to happen. Maybe he'll trip me. Maybe he'll pull my hair. Maybe he'll…

"Helloooo," His voice was suddenly in front of me, shocking me out of my moment of frozen weakness and causing me to open my eyes and look straight at his.

I almost had a heart attack when I saw his eyes. They had a beautiful shade of blue. My jaw dropped as I observed more of his face.

He had silky, carefully styled blonde hair; his skin was without blemishes and is grin was comparable to the level of a charming prince's one.

In other words, he looked like a really, really attractive model.

Unfortunately, my brain was pretty much mush then and all I could do was show him the most ugly face of a lifetime.

After about five seconds, I finally recovered and despair settled upon me. He would surely leave, after seeing me in that kind of state. He had been the first person in a long time to talk to me and I had ruined the chance to finally make a friend.

So I waited. Waited for him to leave. Waited for him to turn and walk away, muttering under his breath about how much of a weird girl I was.

He didn't. Instead, he continued to stand there, waiting for me to respond with a quizzical look. I could see a hint of annoyance appearing on his face though, and the aura around him darkened.

For a moment, it felt as though he was something else felt as though how he was acting now as all a façade- the friendliness, the kindness and the patience. It felt as though he was hiding something much darker and much more cruel.

However, he was also the first person who ever tried to make friends with me. I couldn't just let the chance go.

I was so desperate, even when I knew he was going to be a fake friend, I made friends with him anyway/

"Man, can you say something. Kinda awkward here!" He said in a sing-song voice, brimming with confidence as he spoke and waved a hand in front of my face, the dark aura dissipating.

"Uh,um…hi?" I mentally slapped myself in the head as soon as my stutters and lousy response came out of my mouth. What kind of response was that?

"Finally! You're alive!" The guy said loudly, attracting a few people's attention. I immediately felt like digging a hole and burying myself in it as I felt several people's eyes bore into me.

"Let's walk to your locker and talk! What's your name?" He asked in the most straightforward way possible that I was stunned. Who in the world started off with someone in such an overly friendly manner?

Nevertheless, I forced myself to step forward and step into pace with him.

"M-my name is Annabeth," I stuttered and winced. I berated myself for being such an utter failure in communication with people.

"Woah, cool name! Want to guess what my name is?" The guy asked, complimenting my name offhandedly. It wasn't sincere, but I could feel heat rising to my cheeks- it was the first time anyone had complimented me, even if it wasn't really serious.

"Um, John?" I asked dumbly. He shook his head and grinned mischievously.

"My name is Luke."

I shot up from my position, eyes wide, breaths short and labored and body shivering and quivering like a leaf. My hands were clutching whatever I had been lying on tightly as I tried to convince myself that it was all just a dream. That it wasn't happening. That it had already happened and I wasn't going to go through the same, horrid, devastating period of time again.

My eyes shifted from left to right, unadulterated panic coursing through my mind as I tried to get a bearing of where I was. Everywhere I looked, it was pitch black. There wasn't even a sound at all. It was utterly, terrifyingly silent. It was as though I was dead.

I started to go into a panicked frenzy and hyperventilated even worse than before. Images of what had happened during the period of time I was with Luke zipped through my mind The darkness as well as the deathly silence was helping me at all

I must have been screaming pretty loudly because around five seconds later, a door burst open, letting in sweet, sweet light. Someone came towards me and grabbed me, hugging me close to him tightly.

Due to the vivid images of Luke still lingering like deadly poison in my mind, I was convinced that whoever was holding me was indeed Luke and began to struggle like a caged animal. I screamed for help hysterically and thrashed and clawed with all my strength at whoever was holding me, but he didn't even let up. Instead, he held me even tighter as i struggled.

Suddenly, the whole place was filled by bright lights and I could hear a few worried shouts, though they seemed distant and far away. Someone had turned on the lights in the room-as i had realised.

Once the lights hit my eyes, I winced and squinted, halting my struggle for a moment as I recovered from the sudden bright light. As my eyes adjusted, I slowly began to be able to see the person who was holding me.

It was Percy. He was sweating profusely and there were a few scratch marks on his face and he was looking at me intently, saying words that were starting to become louder and louder.

"Annabeth, it's me. Annabeth…" his voice became louder and louder. Once I finally registered that the person holding me wasn't Luke, but Percy, all my strength left me and I sank into his warm arms, sobbing and crying out all the emotions that were raging in me like a tsunami.

I was starting to hear better as I calmed down, and I realized that Thalia and Leo's voice, as well as a few others from the entrance of the door were talking to each other in urgent and panicked tones.

"I'm so sorry…" I whispered weakly as Percy held me.

Sorry for always being so weak. Sorry for always affecting you with my problems. Sorry for always giving you the responsibilities of taking care of me. Sorry for always being a thorn at your side. Sorry for being who I am.

A broken, useless piece of thrash that only knows how to give you problems and not how to help you with yours.

He seemed to know what was going through my mind because as soon I said it, he stiffened up, gently took hold of my shoulders and pulled me a slight distance away from him so that he could look at me in the eyes.

"Do NOT say sorry, Annabeth. All this, it's not your fault. You shouldn't be the one apologizing," He said it with such a firm voice, without hesitation and so sincerely that I was shocked to the core.

"Besides," He said with a gentler tone, but the sincerity and firmness in his voice didn't fade away. "I want to help you. It was my choice."

A warm feeling spread in my chest and the cascade of tears that had stopped a moment ago seemed to threaten to break again. I had never felt so cared or by anyone.

His words made my heart flutter and jubilance and happiness exploded in my heart.

The dam broke, and the tears fell again. This time, it wasn't tears of sadness or devastation or whatever. It was tears of relief.

Perhaps I had never believed it when he said that he would always be there for me so many times these few years. The walls that had been forcibly put up around my heart had not allowed it to truly believe Percy really, really would be there for me even in my worst moments.

And yet here he was, holding me even after I injured him, distrusted him and was in such a horrible state of hysteria. At that moment, those walls came down like the walls of Jericho.

It was probably from then that my feelings for him started to really change into something deeper.