(A/N) Thank you for all of the support. It really means a lot! WARNING: MY ANNABETH POV SUCKS…at least it's not better than other POVs I can write from. AND ALSO SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT READ BLOOD OF OLYMPUS. IT IS NOT MY FAULT IF IT GETS SPOILED.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO

Annabeth POV

Okay, I was at the point where I was panicking. Like, a lot. I spent the rest of the day calling for Percy and trying to find him despite the fact that I should be following my camp activities schedule. I'd checked everywhere; from his filthy cabin to the stables to even Bunker 9. My boyfriend didn't even make the slightest of appearances.

Get it together, Annabeth. I chided myself. You can't be one of those creepy, overly-attached girlfriends. I ran my fingers through my hair, which I hadn't bothered to brush all morning. It looked like a rat's nest.

But what if that sneaky bastard is having an affair? You have to bring him to justice. Demanded the judicial part of my brain.

He might be hurt! He could be dying in a pool of his own blood somewhere in the forest. Screamed the protective part of my brain.

He may just be enjoying a day off and away from society. Chill out, he'll be back tomorrow. Exclaimed the hopeful part of my brain. I chewed on my fingernails. The hopeful part of my brain was rarely correct, because it was a little overly-hopeful. The only time it had been right was when the gods dropped from the sky and helped us defeat the Giants, even if they were unable to help us defeat Gaea.

"Percy!" I called for the thousandth time today. My voice was hoarse from doing so and some campers who had been passing by shot me dirty looks. I didn't blame them; I'd been causing a racket since Percy hadn't shown up at breakfast, but I could tell that they were worried, too. I groaned and rubbed my head. My boyfriend was such a seaweed brain sometimes; what trouble could he possibly have gotten himself into now? I plodded into the forest despite the rule that no camper should go alone, but I've defeated Giants. A few monsters wouldn't be a threat.

I came to the stream and remembered that day many, many years ago when Percy got claimed in this very spot. I couldn't believe my eyes; a son of Poseidon actually existed. For and unknown amount of time I just stared at the stream as it rushed passed my feet, making little gurgling sounds as it flowed over rocks and dirt. That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled around, instinctively drawing my sword and leveling it at the stranger who had snuck up on me.

"Percy!" I cried and flung my arms around my boyfriend, who staggered a bit but managed to keep a hold on my waist. The son of Poseidon smiled and kissed my forehead before settling me back down on the ground. I hated the fact that he had reached his growth spurt and now he was basically a giant compared to me. Looking back to those days as a twelve-year-old when I was taller than him made my heart ache a little.

Then I realized that something was wrong. Percy's eyes were hissed by thick, tinted glasses and he smiled, but it was without humor. Very un-Percy-like. "Annabeth? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, but his voice was hollow and his words sounded rehearsed. He took a step towards me and I backed up, my left sneaker soaking in the stream. The cold water soaked into my shoes and made my feet numb, but I didn't care. I needed to figure out what was wrong with Percy.

"Why do you have glasses on?" I hissed, raising the sword Damsen had given me so that it was level to his throat. Percy seemed unalarmed by this and his features were a mask of calm.

"What's wrong?" he repeated in that rehearsed tone and took another step closer. I stepped back and both my feet submerged into the stream. The cold made the hairs on my legs stand up, but I knew it wasn't just because of that; it was how Percy was acting that really made me creeped out. Percy approached me and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I couldn't take it anymore; I grabbed his glasses and tossed them into the stream, where they washed away. Percy, caught off guard, staggered back and I tackled him to the ground. Pinning his chest with my foot, I glared at him with a scrutinizing gaze. What was he up to?

Percy looked up at me and I nearly screamed. Instead of green his eyes were a blood red. He must've seen the shock on my face, because he laughed. "Don't worry, Wise Girl. They're just contacts." He assured me. My eyes bore into his and I looked for that glassy sheen that you saw when someone was wearing contacts. I saw none. He was lying.

"Percy, you're not wearing contacts." I spat and he wiped saliva from his cheek nonchalantly.

"Fine. You caught me red-handed. Where do you think I've been all day? That's right, altering my eye color to be red instead of green." I found this unbelievable.

"But your green eyes were so much prettier than these red ones. You're such a Seaweed Brain." I scoffed and helped him up. I kissed him on the cheek and walked away, leaving him standing in the clearing, a humorless grin plastered on his face. Little did I know that an ice blue eye had been watching the entire thing from the bushes.