A/N: Hello, people… So sorry I've been gone for who knows even how long. I could see that you guys want more from this story, mostly because you're all pissed that I added that Percy/Rachel in that last chapter. I've been thinking of continuing and already had another couple chapters in mind, but I just hadn't found any time to write them down. But now that it's summer, I will do my best and finish this fan fiction and make new ones It'll be a little challenging because I've been doing some volunteer work, but I'll give it my best effort. Anyway, hope you like this a tad bit better than the last chapter :S

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Chapter 4: Guilty Part 2

Rated: M

Summary: Continuation of the last chapter

POV: Percy

I decided to confront her about it. Hopefully force her to forget that it ever happened and if she's nice enough, she wouldn't say a word to anyone, especially to Annabeth.

"Rachel," I said urgently, pulling her aside to an emptier space in the crowded hallway.

"Hey, Percy," she said, her eyelids batting flirtatiously. Her fingers crept up to the collar of my polo as she played with the buttons. "Did you break up with her, like I wanted you to?"

I didn't answer. I wish I could destroy her with my eyes.

"Awwwww… are you guilty of what you did yesterday?" Rachel pouted, leaning back while she pulled me in. She paused and smiled at me like she knew something that I didn't.

"How about this, Percy…" she whispered, running her hands against my chest. Eyes start to wander to our direction as she wraps her arms around my neck. "I'll keep quiet and I'll just wait for her to find out."

Please give me the strength not to kill her. I gritted my teeth.

"Get off me," I muttered. She let out a tiny laugh that sounded like a cat.

"I'll have you later," she purred, pushing me away playfully.

"How's school?" Annabeth asked, her voice soft. Her sickness was beginning to wear off, now all she needs is another day of rest.

My mind was aching from strain and school. God, I hate Mondays.

"I don't think I can survive another week of school," I moaned as I plopped on her bed and wrapped my arms around her waist. She laughed lightly when I gave her a small kiss on her shoulder.

"It's because I'm not there to get you through the day right?" she said, her voice ringing in slight sarcasm.

"Yes, yes. That's exactly why. I can't go through the day without your words of wisdom O Mighty One. I wouldn't know what to do."

Softly, I mumbled, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

I looked at her across her bed and realized that this was what I wanted. It wasn't just sex. I wanted this. I wanted to wake up next to her. I wanted for her to be the last thing I see when I go to sleep and the first thing I see in the morning. I didn't just want it. I needed it.

Her hand crept up the bed covers and reached my face.

"Percy."

Mesmerized, I sat up to lean and kiss her cheek. She held my face with both her hands, refusing me to pull away from her.

"Kiss me or I shall become violent," she whispered, the corners of her mouth trying hard to hide a smile. I parted my lips slightly and took my time to travel through the space that separated us.

But before our lips connected, I gave her a devious grin and whispered back, "Then become violent, woman."

I plopped my back down on her bed.

"I shall," she answered.

Annabeth took her time as she swung her leg across and straddled my waist. She propped herself on her elbows and played with my unruly hair. I laughed as she tried giving me a Mohawk.

"You've unleashed a beast, Mr. Jackson."

"That's not surprising."

"I shall not show mercy on my prey…"

We kissed.

You know that feeling you get when you dream of flying? That tingling sensation as you run your hands along the clouds and feeling your stomach skim through the open air. That feeling of freedom, happiness and peace. That unexplainable feeling.

Kissing someone you love is that feeling. That feeling of wholesomeness. We're two puzzle pieces that were made to perfectly mend and blend together.

"I love you."

That's what we exchanged in each other's eardrums before turning in for that night.

"I love you too."

The next day after school, I came to Annabeth's again.

"You know where to find her," Mr. Chase said, without looking up from his paperwork.

"Thanks."

I walked the first few steps of the staircase. Once I was out of his eyesight, I ran up the rest with my tiptoes.

"Hey, Wise Girl," I said with a lopsided grin. I dropped my bag next to her study and joined her in her bed.

She was sitting pretzel-style on her bed, her hair up in a messy ponytail and reading "The Old Man and the Sea".

I waited for her to respond.

"Anybody there?" I asked playfully, poking her side. She curled her toes.

I studied her. She was absolutely unresponsive.

"What's wrong, Annabeth?" I rested my chin on her bent leg.

"You tell me, Percy," she sighed, still not looking at me. "Is there something that I should be upset about?"

My mouth went dry. Could she have…?

"I don't think so," I said so quietly, I don't think she even heard me.

"Percy, Silena saw you together with Rachel yesterday—"

"That didn't mean anything. I pushed her away—"

"What happened on Sunday when you were out with Grover and Rachel?" she asked silently, closing her book. "I asked Grover what he was up to and he never even saw you Sunday."

I licked my lips.

"Annabeth, I swear I didn't mean—"

"Percy."

She looked at me, her eyes shining.

"You don't have to explain."

"No, no. I do. I have to."

I reached for her hands. They were limp. I squeezed them and pressed it against my lips.

"Percy," she said again, her voice weak. "I gave you everything. Was it not enough?"

"No, Annabeth," my voice was desperate, "no, it was more than enough. I'm so sorry, I know that I may never make it up to you but—Annabeth, please, don't cry, I didn't… I didn't mean to."

Though her sobs were muted, the tears still came.

"Leave, just leave," she said under her breath. "I can't—not right now."

I bit my lip.

"Okay."

I held her cheek as I leaned in and hoped for a kiss. Our lips touched and for a few brief seconds, she responded, her lips moving against mine, wanting me back.

Too soon, she pushed me away. No words were exchanged. The only sounds were the shuffling of my feet leaving her room and her quiet sobs. Before I left, like I always did I said,

"I love you."

You know that feeling you get when you dream of falling from the sky? That fleeting feeling you feel of having the wind knocked out of you. That moment of feeling hopeless and vulnerable. That's what it felt when I left her crying alone in her bedroom.

So. That wasn't the exact ending you wanted to hear… Just kidding, just kidding. That wasn't the ending. There's still more! Part 3 is ahead! I know it wasn't something you guys wanted to happen but please bear with me. Consider this chapter like the 'beginning sketch' so the rest of the events could play out. More to come, so stay tuned! I'll try to post Part 3 later tonight or tomorrow!