Chapter 8

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Third Person POV

Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson were not best friends. They finally put aside their differences a little over two years ago. Circumstances pushed them to.

Earlier days they used to avoid each other at school. They never once had a civil conversation. Situations made them think that ruining others life was a good thing.

They were popular. Their appearances certainly helped. He had black hair which looked like a birds nest. In reality it was a jungle their but it gave off a bad-boy vibe. Like he just rolled out of bed. Ocean eyes, which changed with emotions, were most commonly found icy greenish-blue. Girls died on his charisma.

She had honey blonde hair, which were straightened. Her early classmates remember the time when they were found in princess curls. And her mascara outlined the grey eyes. Cold grey eyes with a red mouth.

Their structure was built accordingly. Not too small, not too fat, not too bulky, just perfect. Or at least they looked like it.

As if that was not enough, their style of talking, sense of humor etc. etc. also attracted people. People go looking for trouble. And they certainly fit all the categories. No doubt they came to be known as the ice princess and the hot jock, the high schools most popular people and players. At least until they were single. Because once they were sure they are taken, the attraction just melted away, gone with the wind.

But we will talk about that later.

The first time they talked, it came out something like this:

Percy: Princess, don't mess with me.

Annabeth: You are interfering with my life.

Percy: You can't just strut about as if you own the place.

Annabeth: You don't mess with.

Percy: Don't talk like you understand everything.

Annabeth: You know nothing about pain.

Percy: You know nothing about me; stop acting as if you do.

Annabeth: Leave, I don't want you n my line of sight.

Percy: You have your wish.

Somehow, these lines made way into most of their conversations.

But one day, it all changed.

There came a day when they did not fight.

There came a day when they talked politely.

There came a day when they helped each other.

There came a day when they began laughing together.

There came a day when they were the best of friends.

But they never gave a name to their relationship. People didn't care. They never knew they were scared. Scared of their past.

Scared to be left alone in the big bad world.

Annabeth Chase lay on her bed. This was one of her thinking day. When nobody was home. When she could think freely and nobody would see her cry.

Today she was not crying. She was planning. Or maybe not.

Over the last few day her thoughts have been so…so jumbled up that she didn't know what she was doing. Sure she and Percy were acting like nothing ever happened. They were still best… that they still knew each other. But who were they kidding? Two years is a long time. Not having seen each other for so long did not make them forget their ways, habits, favourites but it was successful in making them doubt the other.

Did he still like blue?

Did he still love his mom?

Did he still have the obsession over water?

Did he forget about her?

Was he using her?

Did he still care?

Or was it all an act?

These were just safe questions. Surface questions whose answers would not make a great impact. Sure they will hurt, every change does, but the real question was:

Was he still the same Seaweed Brain who understood her, made her laugh, made her happy and content, make her feel like an innocent kid she never really was?

Was he the same Perseus Jackson who was loyal to her, who was her everything, who was her knight in shining armor, who was the very person who made her live again?

Made her alive again? Made her warm again? Made her a slightly, better, human being?

These thoughts made her head go round when already problems were upon her. Luke, her brother-like figure, was acting strange, not like the one those horrible night before, but something secretive like he doesn't want anyone to know about where he was, what he was doing and all those movie secretive types. Bad strange. But then she may be overreacting. But then, she was usually correct.

Luke, Percy, the two oldest guys in her life.

The most and only confusing things in her life.

Because others don't matter, she remembered. Just like Percy said.

Percy Jackson was alone in his house. He usually was. It was better that way. With no reason. Liberty at its highest. Some other people may also be sitting like this every day but of course Perseus Jackson was not just some other guy. He had a revolver in his pocket. And a ball-point pen/automated metallic sword in the other. With a pucking bag hanging from a rod in the right corner of his room and some cracks on the walls with his blood. And a space for doing some push-ups and such.

He was working on his desktop computer. Reading:

Kronos…

Information on Kronos. Top secret info.

And finis.

A/N: This is how I write. 1st person POV is so bothersome. Tell me if this was good. Really. I want at least 8 reviews on this chapter. But maybe you guys don't like. Atleast 4. Please. I want to know what people think about it.

PLEASE REVIEW, RECOMMEND, FOLLOW, FAVOURITE AND READ.

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I was thinking about some other plots also. Percabeth of course.

I AM SORRY ABOUT the last chapter. It sucked. It went so fast and everything and I don't know what to do. But then it just shows that they are pretending everything is the same as three months before he left. Also I type up theses chapters in like an hour, so I miss some imp. things. But then I get some ideas and improve it. But whatever. I want to know if I should continue or if I should change my writing style(tips on that please) and everything about you. Also I have not read the whole chapter after I finished writing, so pint out the mistakes.

Hope you have a good day/night.

ATHPJ-OUT