Chapter 3 Annabeth POV

"Percy wait! I'm sorry!" I yell after him. Its no use. He keeps walking, til he reaches a tether ball, then punches it as hard as he can. It goes spiraling out of control and the chord looks in danger of coming off the pole. That's when the realization comes crashing down on me. Percy Jackson, the most powerful demigod in the world, is mad at me. He's never been mad at me before. In fact he rarely ever even gets mad. I'm surprised he didn't shoot water at me or pull out his sword or something. Calling a demigod a coward-not a good idea. Suddenly standing is a whole lot harder than 10 seconds ago and I have to sit down on the ground. My head starts to hurt and I swallow back tears.

Why did I say that? Why? The question bounces back and forth in my mind. Why do I always have to take it one step further? Why can't I let things go?

I sit there by the tetherball courts, feeling like the ball Percy punched.

That afternoon we had an assembly at the campfire to burn Beckendorf's burial shroud and say our good-byes. I hoped Beckendorf's spirit ended up in Elysium. Maybe he'd even choose to be reborn and try for Elysium in 3 different lifetimes so he could reach the Isles of the Blest. If anyone deserved it, Beckendorf did.

I was about to leave with the other campers when I noticed Percy, staring at the dying fire. He went over and talked to Silena, probably apologizing or something. Like a good person. Unlike me. Then I notice him arguing with Clarisse.

"If you want my help so bad, tell Apollo to give us the chariot!"

"You're such a big baby."

Clarisse charged, but I ran up and got in between them. "Woah, Guys," I said. "Clairsse, you know he's right."

Percy glares at me. "Stay out of this Annabeth,"

"Yeah, Annabeth. This isn't your fight. Besides, you're always sticking up for your boyfriend."

This time Percy charged. He shoved me away and knocked over Clarisse.

"Percy, stop!" I say. She struggles to get up but Percy punches her in the face. Finally Chris comes and breaks up the fight. Or more like drags Percy away from Clarisse. He's kicking and screaming curses at her. I've never seen Percy like this. What have I done? I think.

I don't stick around to see how bad Clarisse is hurt. Or to see when Percy calms down. Instead I run away (like a coward) back to my cabin.

I don't go to dinner. I just sit curled up on my bed trying not to cry. When Malcolm asks if I'm coming, I tell him I'm not hungry and I'm that i wasn't feeling too well. He doesn't pry to much and probably atributes my behaivor to Beckendorf's death.

While I'm wallowing in my dispair, I try to come up with a plan to apologize to Percy. But i don't know how. How could I possibly say I'm sorry to everything I've done? I tried to apologize, but not really. I had to go talk to him. That's when I decide what to do. Tonight, I was going to have to visit Cabin 3.