Annabeth POV
The bruises on Percy's face were definitely not from the bedpost. Why was he lying to me? He never lied to me. I couldn't talk to him because he was on the guy's van. I would just have to talk to him when we got back to the foster house.
By the time we got back to the foster house, it was already lights out. I guess I'll have to talk to him tomorrow.
Percy POV
I knew Annabeth would try to talk about the bruises. "I have to go pack for Gettysburg," I lied. She looked disappointedly at me and said, "Okay." I tried not to look back as I walked back to my section in the cot room. A knot of guilt was growing in my stomach. I always felt guilty lying to her.
Annabeth POV
I watched Percy as he walked away. That was the second time he lied to me in two days. Something was seriously wrong. Just as I was about to interrogate him, Luke walked up behind me and tickle assaulted me. Only Percy ever did that. I turned around, giggling, knowing my cheeks were bright red. "Hey," he smoothly said. "Hi," I awkwardly replied. I heard a faint shrieking sound and whipped back around, accidently hitting Luke in the face with my hair. I noticed Percy in the distance, clutching the bedpost in one hand and his ribs in the other. "What's wrong," I asked, running over to him. "Nothing," he said, "I just saw a mouse." He flashed a fake smile. I flashed one back at him. My suspicions were confirmed, he was hurt in more than one place.
Percy POV
My squeal almost blew my cover. I had to be more careful. I noticed Luke giving me an evil grin as Annabeth walked back over to him. I knew what his smile really meant: "Annabeth is mine and there's nothing you can do." I seriously hated his guts. Not to mention, he nearly ruined mine.
A couple minutes after being sickened by Annabeth and Luke's "perfect" little world, Chiron announced we were leaving for Gettysburg. Hallelujah.
Annabeth POV
After the long, cramped bus ride, we finally arrived at Gettysburg. "Our first stop will be the meadow where Pickett's Charge took place," announced Chiron. My face lit up. I loved history. The Battle of Gettysburg was one of my favorites. I knew Percy hated it. You could tell by his face, but he pretended to like it for me. He was always sweet like that.
After a few minutes walking, we arrived at the meadow. I was so excited, I was practically dancing. Chiron started his speech on the Battle of Gettysburg. I was intrigued by the details: some even I didn't know. I knew Percy was probably dying of boredom already. I looked for his bored face, but I couldn't find him anywhere in the crowd. I also noticed Luke was missing.
At the break, I went looking for Percy and Luke. I walked along the tree line calling their names. "Percy, Luke!" No response. They must've been pretty far in the woods. I was about to give up and go back, when I saw two figures through the trees. As I got closer, I recognized the mysterious figures. One was Percy, keeling over on the ground, and the other Luke, standing over him. "Get up wimp,' Luke shouted. Percy rose slowly. Just as he was up, Luke punched him in the gut again, causing him to fall over again. Percy spit out what looked like blood. I covered my mouth as I watched in hour. How could I be so blind? How could I actually like the monster standing in front of me? Just as Luke raised his hand again I shouted, "Luke, Stop."
Percy POV
As soon as we were off the bus, Luke pushed me into the woods and behind shrubs. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth and pushed me down. When, all the kids were long gone, he forced me up a path into the woods. "Someone will notice I'm gone," I said unsure. "Nobody will notice because you're worthless, even to Annabeth." "That's not true!" "Oh really, then why'd she choose me." WHAT," I said fuming. "You heard me Jackson." I tried to punch at him, but he caught my hand. "Big mistake Jackson." He laughed evilly. Luke slammed my head against the tree trunk. Black spots were dancing in my vision. I thought, hopefully, I would pass out. Sadly I didn't.
When my vision cleared, I saw a figure in my right line of vision. Was that….Annabeth? Before I could find out, Luke said," Get up wimp." I rose to my feet only to be punched back down again. This time I coughed blood. What a nice touch. Luke was about to go again, when a heard a girl voice shout, "Luke stop!" That was definitely Annabeth.
Luke looked around, obviously confused where the voice came from. Annabeth raced up the path. She helped me up, giving Luke a death glare. She got a tissue out of her pocket and gently wiped the blood from my face, still glaring at Luke. I winced getting up; my ribs were definitely bruised or broken. "You're really going to help, look at him he's a loser, "Luke's voice came from nowhere. At that, she walked over to him and slapped him across the face, leaving a red mark. Luke stepped back, stunned. "You weren't even worth it, "he said, walking away. "That was for Percy, "she shouted back at him. Was I hallucinating or did that really just happen? Then Annabeth did what I least expected. She kissed me full on the lips. I was definitely hallucinating now. Too stunned, I didn't kiss back. I silently cursed myself. "What was that for," I managed. "You." I dreamt of this day for years. I leaned in, giving her a kiss now. "What was that for," she said giggling and blushing. "You."