A/N: Hello Demigods! This is the price for no reviews :) LOL JK...Okay sorry for one week of not updating, because I've been waiting for reviews that might never come. Anyway, chapter 17 will start. Let's go!

Where we left off/of (whatever you want):

After a few seconds; the guy turned and suddenly spilled his punch all over Annabeth.

CHAPTER 17: YOUR WORDS

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, IDIOT!" Annabeth screamed and her eyes were shut.

The guy got some tissue and wiped Annabeth's chest. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was just distracted."

Annabeth knows that voice. She got a cup and poured some punch into it, and turned and spilled it all over the guy, who was Percy. Annabeth stomped and left the party, leaving the other campers dumbfounded.

Annabeth sobbed and changed her sweater. 'That was my best sweater.' She thought. Percy was going to pay for ruining her sweater. The letters of her sweater faded and so it read "RINES MY OTP". Annabeth kept swearing while scrubbing her sweater with soap to remove the strawberry smell. "When I wear this I'll become like Lotso the bear . . . NOT. TAKING. ANY. CHANCES."

Annabeth hung her sweater and wore another sweater which is gray and it said "DEMIGOD ALERT" in navy blue text. Annabeth went out again and saw that there are only a few party-goers left: Most of them are Annabeth's closest friends.

Annabeth sat in a log in front of the purple fire. Piper and Clarisse sat on her both sides.

"Hi Annabeth." Piper said.

"What's up?" Clarisse asked.

"I want space." Annabeth said.

"Well okay." Clarisse said, hands in a surrender position.

"Brace yourself!" Piper said before walking away.

Percy sat on the log on the right side of Annabeth. He was wearing a shirt with a jacket. The text in his shirt said: "I'm not friends with the guy on my left." Good thing Annabeth wasn't on his left.

"I want to talk—" Percy started.

"What is it about?" Annabeth said.

"Oh . . . um. . . about tomorrow."

"Tomorrow…April 1. What about tomorrow?"Annabeth looked at him with those gray eyes.

'That was the exact thing I said on the day we had the argument . . .' Percy thought.

"Oh . . . don't you remember?"

Annabeth's eyes turned red. "Like I said, I never forget things. But what about tomorrow, Jackson?"

Percy was taken aback. He breathed heavily. He stood up. "I . . . Oh . . ." He backed away and tripped on the log. "I . . . Annabeth . . . How dare you?"

Annabeth stood up, eyes flaring. "How dare 'me'?" she repeated. "HOW DARE 'ME'? SHAME ON YOU, PERCY JACKSON, BUT YOU STARTED ALL OF THIS MESS!"

"ANNABETH, STOP!" Percy shouted and a gallon of water fell on Annabeth.

"UGH! We are done, Percy Jackson! I WISH YOU COULD JUST DISAPPEAR!"

The words dwelled on Percy like poison. The world seemed to end and shrink. Percy wants to die. Annabeth instantly regretted her words and ran to her cabin, crying. Percy felt like he was in Tartarus again, alone. He trembled and lied on the ground.

Percy shouted, "FINE! IF YOU WANT ME TO DISAPPEAR, I WOULD!" Percy regretted these words instantly. Annabeth has heard these words and she cried even louder. 'No! Don't! I still—' She wasn't able to finish her thought.

"I hate myself." Percy and Annabeth both said.

'Why did I say these words? Why?' Annabeth buried her face in her pillow. 'I am such an idiot.'

'You are the daughter of Athena, Annabeth. It was the right choice.'

'Why? Why is it the right choice? Nobody is in favor of this . . . choice.'

'You said them, Annabeth. The matter is done. Let it go. Move on.'

'But P-P-Percy is m-m-my true love . . .'

'Don't believe everything Aphrodite tells you. Aphrodite is the goddess of lies, if you ask me.'

'I really, really hate myself. Why did I say those words?'

'Don't hate on yourself. It was the best choice!'

'It isn't, it wasn't and it will never be.'

'Whatever you say, but my side—or maybe this side of you—will always be right.'

Percy is running away: Running away from all this mess. He went to the forest and grabbed the grass. "I. Will. Never. Forgive. Myself." With every word, he removed/grabbed a patch of grass. "Where's my sword?" He checked his pockets. It was gone. 'Dang you, Stolls!'

'Get lost, Percy.' His mean side said. 'You are the worst person on this planet. You always do the wrong choices.'

'I want to die.'

'Good. Then die. Where's Riptide? Oh, the Stolls stole it? We're gonna beat them up and finish them like a cheesecake—'

'It's not their fault—'

'Yes, it's not their fault, Percy. It is yours! You didn't take care of Riptide.'

'I shall live in this forest. Annabeth will be happy, by the way. She will never see me again.'

'You have a plan right? The picnic plan?'

'Let's just screw that.'

'Oh c'mon! You'll never win her back if you don't do the picnic plan!'

'She hates me, alright. SHE HATES ME.'

'Put an emphasis on hate.'

'I really hate you, mean side.'

'Think whatever you want, but I will always be right.'

'No, you will never be right.'

'Yes I can.'

'No you can't'

'Yes I can!'

'Whatever.'

Annabeth went to the Big House. She knocked and Chiron peeked.

"I n-n-need t-t-to s-s-speak to you." Annabeth said, shakily.

"Oh . . . Sure . . ." Chiron opened the doors and Annabeth noticed that he was in his nightclothes.

"Have a cup of hot chocolate . . ." Chiron said and he gave Annabeth a small cup full of hot chocolate.

"Thanks . . ."

"Oh and here's a blanket . . ." He pulled out a white thick cloth and put it over Annabeth's shoulders. Finally, Chiron sat down (A/N: I don't know how it's done, though…) and asked Annabeth, "What is it about?"

"A-a-about P-P-Percy and I . . ."

"Yes . . . go on."

"Ugh . . . The truth is, I need to speak to Aphrodite. Alone."

"Well . . . If you insist." Chiron galloped out and after a few moments, a 'pop!' was heard and Aphrodite appeared in front of Annabeth.

"We meet again, Anne! What happened? I didn't do anything because I was busy with JasPer . . ." Aphrodite giggled. "Those two are having a fun night!"

"Oh my gods." Annabeth widened her eyes but removed the thought. "Anyway . . . Aphrodite?"

"Hmm?" Aphrodite asked.

"Percy and I kinda—"

"Broke up? You're not a virgin anymore?"

"NO! It's . . . I just . . ."

"I'm listening . . ."

"Percy and I broke up."

"AAAAH!" Aphrodite screamed and sobbed. "N-n-no m-m-more P-P-Percabeth!"

"No! Sshh! Wait! Calm down!"

Aphrodite looked at her sadly. "W-w-what?"

"I regretted it, okay?! Now I want us to make up."

"Did he apologize already for all of his wrongdoings?"

"No, but—"

"Does he still remember the picnic?"

"I don't know. I think so, but—"

"Does he feel sad?"

"I don't know . . . but you said he was my true love—"

"Love changes, Annabeth. Love is . . . unpredictable."

"You don't mean he's not my true love anymore?"

"If you love each other with all your heart, no other people involved, then it is. It just might be true love. I don't know with you and Percy's case. I can't read your hearts."

"Aphrodite, I don't know what to do! I told him to disappear and he said he w-w-would d-d-disappear!" Annabeth began to cry again.

"Find him! If you really know him, then you would know where he is!"

"I'm the worst person . . . ever. (A/N: Or maybe I am . . .)"

"Sleep first and you can solve this tomorrow. I need to go Annabeth. Good luck with your mission."

And Aphrodite disappeared.

A/N: I'm sorry guys, THIS CHAPTER SUCKS, I KNOW! I'M VERY SORRY FOR TEARING LOVE APART, BUT IT'S THE STORY! Anyway, watch out for the next chapter.