Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan nor Halsey. The genie didn't grant my wish yet...


Percy's POV:

Ω9.30.15Ω

Fearing the worst, I croaked out, "Annabeth?"

The girl turned around, showing a familiar face, but this time instead of showing happiness it showed fear and regret.

Annabeth exclaimed, "Percy? Wh-what are you doing here?"

I looked behind her, showing the person she was making out with. Dean Winchester, the school's player, the one that's been caught making out with a lot of other students and a handful of teachers.

I wanted to slam his face down the toilet, the place where he belongs. He gave me an awkward grin, like that would make it all better.

"Umm, I can explain?" said Annabeth, though it sounded more like a question.

"Explain?" I growled. My vision clouded with red.

"Percy, this isn't what it looks like." She tried.

"Isn't what it looks like? I think making out with that bastard there made you lose your eyesight, Annie." Knowing she hates being called Annie.

"This is exactly what it looks like."

"But-"

"No, don't even try. I'm leaving." I said, pushing away the feeling of betrayal and tears threatening to fall. I tried to put on a poker face, clouding my other feelings. I can't believe she'd do that, after all we've been through! My childhood best friend, MY OTHER HALF! What did I ever do wrong?

"Percy-"

"Look, Annabeth. How long had we been together? 3 years? Didn't those 3 years mean anything to you?"

"Yes, but-" She tried again. Dean slipped out of the house without anyone noticing except for me but I was too furious at the moment to care.

"And what about before that? Before we started dating and were 'best friends forever', did that not mean anything to you?

"Kiss our relationship - but most of all, our friendship - goodbye Annabeth; I wouldn't like to see you again, ever." I said with all the venom I could muster up.

I turned around, looking at the crowd who was watching this. A few started recording, which didn't help my mood.

"Show's over everyone, go home." I exclaimed, tried of this drama.

"WHOEVER TOOK VIDEOS, DELETE THEM BEFORE I COME AND HUNT YOU DOWN!" Screamed Thalia; I forgot she was even here.

"As for you," Thalia marched up to Annabeth.

Thalia slapped Annabeth and boy could she slap, it was heard from outside the building. Annabeth's cheeks swollen, leaving Thalia's trademark handprint.

"How could you?" said Thalia, her voice barely a whisper. She and Annabeth were friends - no, sisters - since she was seven. Thalia raised Annabeth like they were blood-sisters.

I looked at Annabeth one last time, knowing that we will never meet again. My expression showed nothing but betrayal.

With that, I walked over to my house, trying to erase any memories of Annabeth out of my mind.

Thalia's POV:

I CAN'T BELIEVE HER! THAT BITCH! What did my cousin ever do to her; his fatal flaw is loyalty for damn sake!

"I'm sorry Thalia…" said Annabeth with her head down looking ashamed.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked; surprised at all the venom laced in my voice.

"I-I was drunk and…" She mumbled the rest.

"What was that?" I asked with rage, my face turning red.

Annabeth took a deep breath and said in a louder voice, "Percy wasn't spending enough time with me."

Anger boiled up inside me, "WHAT? HE WOULD GIVE UP HIS SOUL FOR YOU AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO? DON'T YOU DARE PIN THIS ON HIM!" I yelled at her.

"Yeah? Well, he has a weird way of showing it!" She yelled back

"Yeah? Well screw you, you just ruined the best day of Percy's life, you should be ashamed of yourself." I said.

I turned around, ready to leave. For the first time, I notice all my other friends watching, but now I didn't care, so I left.

Third Person POV:

Piper, Jason, Leo, Frank, and Nico were staring at Annabeth with shock and a burning hatred. Hazel was just shaking her head in disappointment.

Piper was the first to break free of her shock, "So the guy all girls drool over and all guys want to be wasn't enough for you?" She asked in a small voice which couldn't compare to the fire in her eyes, flashing colors so quickly in its kaleidoscopic way. Her voice started rising, "The one that's loyal to the end! The one that trusted you with his life? I can't believe you Annabeth!"

"Annabeth, shouldn't you be the smart one? And now look what happens when you make wrong choices." said Jason.

"Wow… That's low, mostly for you, Annabeth." said Leo, disgust laced in his voice.

"Annabeth, how could you?" said Hazel, in a low, disappointed voice.

"You're a bitch, you know that, Annie?" said Nico, coming out of the shadows, "Percy is a type of person you're not supposed to take granted, but you did. You never know what you have until it's gone, Annie"

Frank just stood there, shocked speechless. He always respected Annabeth but this was the moment he lost all respect for her.

Annabeth stared at her- ex -best friends, they were there for her in the toughest situation, but now…

Tears started flowing down her face like a waterfall with no drain. Annabeth knew she was wrong to do this. She couldn't do anything, she basically dug her own grave, and there's no getting out.

She wanted to blame Dean, the only way to get out of this 6 foot hole she dug, but it wasn't Dean's fault. She did this, she made this choice.

She wants to go back to the past and make the right choice to prevent this from happening. But this is reality, a choice, and there's no going back.

Everyone left without looking back at the sobbing blonde. They left without telling Annabeth about Percy's record deal, and they left knowing that what's done is done and things can never go back to the way they were.

Percy's POV:

Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?

Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?

Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?

Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Why did she do this? Was I not good enough? Did I do something to upset her? Wasn't I a good boyfriend? All these thoughts running through my head as I lay in my bed listening to my IPod with the stereo letting a single tear slide down my face.

"Percy?" Mom said knocking on the door to my room.

"Yeah" I barely got out. I lowered the volume.

"What happened dear?" My mom said, on the edge of my bed.

I can't tell her what happened. Annabeth was like a daughter to her, telling her will just make it worst, seeing the pain on my mom's eyes, I can't do that. I looked away, knowing that my mom will find out sooner or later.

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?

Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?

Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

And all the people say,

I give my mom the card that had me high on happiness just a few hours ago.

Dan Rockchester of Rockz Music Management

1-666-769-9472

ROCKZ MUSIC MANAGEMENT

(TALENT MANAGEMENT COMPANY)

66-62 EAST ILLUMINATI STREET

5TH FLOOR

NEW YORK, NY 10003-6662

"I wanted to know if this was okay with you." I said.

My mom read the card and asked confused, "What's this for?"

"I might have gotten a record deal…"

I watched as my mom's face morphed into one of pure happiness.

My mom raised me alone even though she didn't have any money for me. I was born without the benefit of a father, and my mom did her best. When I was three, my mom was in an abusive relationship with this bastard named Gabriel Ugliano, whom I used to call him "Smelly Gabe".

My mom finally got a divorce after a year. When I was twelve, my actual father finally decided that he wanted to meet me after searching for me for so long (apparently, I was the result of an affair he had with mom, without mom knowing he was married, it was an arranged marriage for business purposes, and he didn't love Amphitrite- his wife, Triton and Tyson's mom. Dad's a CEO to Atlantis Inc.) , I soon found out that I have two half brothers; Triton and Tyson. Triton is an arrogant jerk that's older than me, and Tyson is a younger adorable little kid that's a little overgrown for his age.

After re-meeting my father, my mom remarried Paul Blofis, my English teacher at Goode, whom I proudly announce is my step father. My mom and Paul meet at school, since Paul works there. Even with the help with Paul, two part-time jobs, night shifts, everything, it wasn't enough money. This could be it.

"Percy..." my mom trailed off, knowing that this will help with the surgery. Did I forget to tell you that mom has cancer? Well, now you know. She was diagnosed with Colon cancer, a few days after my last birthday which was August 16. Now it's September 30. Colon cancer is treatable, but expensive.

"You can't wake up; this is not a dream,

You're part of a machine; you are not a human being,

With your face all made up, living on a screen,

Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline."

"Mom, this is it. This will help." I said, with excitement.

Mom grinned, "I knew you were an amazing musician!"

"But mom, if I say yes, I'll have to move to Hollywood…" I said, frowning at the floor.

Mom's face dropped for a second but then she was grinning again. She said, "You've wanted this forever, this is your chance to be in the spotlight, show the world what you got! You never know if you'll get this chance again…" With that she engulfed me with a hug.

Oh, oh, oh, oh,

I think there's a flaw in my code,

Oh, oh, oh, oh,

These voices won't leave me alone,

Well my heart is golden, my hands are cold,

Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?

Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?

Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?

Pointing fingers cause you'll never take the blame like me?

I took out my phone and took a deep breath. "I'm gonna tell him I accept" I said with all the confidence I had left. Who knows what's out there in Hollywood.

And all the people say,

"You can't wake up; this is not a dream,

You're part of a machine; you are not a human being,

With your face all made up, living on a screen,

Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline."

I started to dial the number on the card.

"I'll go make some blue cookies" said mom. If you're wondering why she said blue cookies, and not some normal cookie like you people eat, it's because of Smelly Gabe. When he was around, he used to believe that there was no such thing as blue food. Well, my mom proved him wrong. Blue food is indeed real and edible and really yummy, you really got to try it! Ever since that, my mom has been making cookies, pancakes and anything that she can change the color of; blue. This is exactly why I love her so much, it's because her rebellious side. She has been proving things right since 1993.

"Okay" I replied, smiling as I still dialed the number.

Oh, oh, oh, oh,

I think there's a flaw in my code,

Oh, oh, oh, oh,

These voices won't leave me alone,

The phone was ringing. Someone answered on the second ring.

"Hello, Dan Rockchester speaking. State your name and business" Answered a voice - Dan.

"Umm… This is Percy. Percy Jackson. Earlier today you said something about a record deal…?" I replied, unsure what else to say.

"So you'll take it?" He asked.

I nodded forgetting he couldn't see me, and then stammered, "Uhh, yeah."

"Alright! We'll be leaving for Hollywood on Friday, the ninth of October. Be packed and ready to leave at 11:30 a.m. sharp. We'll see how things go from there. I'll get you a nice place to stay in Hollywood. Any preferences?" He asked.

"Umm, I like the beach…Uh... And a blue suite! Also, a recording studio would be nice. And maybe a place to store my instruments." I replied, picturing my dream house. It's too bad I can't bring everyone with me.

"Sure thing! I could even get you some new instruments! See you soon, kiddo" He said. I could hear the smile through his voice. He hung up.

I was staring at my phone for who knows how long. I then looked up and saw my mom with the cookies. I said, "Mom, I'm going to Hollywood!"

Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold.


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The song was Gasoline by Halsey

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Ω9.30.15Ω is the date of the story (for future references)

Ω Yours in demigodishness and all that, peace out Ω

-Mal