Percy POV:
Me and Ashley both agreed that maybe we should wait on the house because everything was going a little fast. We decided to concentrate on the wedding that was in only four months.
"Hey, Percy, Percy!" Ashely screams at me. "Oh, sorry what was that?" "Which flavor cake do you like best?" "Oh, oh, I like the red velvet." I tell her. "Okay, I think we will go with the red velvet." Ash tells the wedding planner and then we get up and leave. As I'm driving Ashley gives me a weird look.
"You're thinking about her again aren't you?" "Thinking about who?" Lie. "Annabeth, Percy, I am so so sorry that she did that to you but you have to move on that was eight years ago. We are going to get married in less than four months you have to focus on the future, not what could've been" She tells me but that doesn't make me feel any better it makes me explode with anger. "WELL MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED! Do you think it is easy being left by the person you love most?! I loved her Ashley! And I still do! I am so sorry but it is the truth I can't just forget about her. I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm sorry but I can't marry you. The wedding is off." I yell and loose it completely. "Let me out!" she screams " I can't we are moving!" "I SAID LET ME OUT!" She screams even louder. I pull over and she gets out of the car and starts walking away she gets farther and farther until I can't even see her anymore. I start driving and slam my hand on the wheel. "Why! Why me! Why can't you mess with someone else's life!" I scream at the gods. I don't go home. I go to the only place where I can go. My moms house. When I walk in I see my mom and Paul on the couch She sees the look on my face and comes over and hugs me. I can't help but cry on her shoulder. Yes the great Perseus Jackson is crying on his mother's shoulder. I don't even care that Paul is there he knows all the crap I have been through and knows my life is screwed up.
When I get home I see that all of Ashley's things are gone already and that her wedding ring is sitting on the kitchen counter. I pick it up and look at it. Would have been better on Annabeth's finger anyway, I say to myself.
