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Chapter 2: I'm sorry that I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk.
"Come on Percyyy. One drink. Please."
"No Annabeth, absolutely not. I hope, despite being drunk, you realize that I'm supposed to drive you home."
"Who cares? There's no one at home right now. I'll sleep here."
I just shook my head and thought about how I'd gotten into the mess I was currently in.
See, it was Annabeth's 17th birthday and, giving in to her wishes, I had taken her to a bar where she suddenly developed an urge to get drunk. Generally on her birthday it was more like we'd go to the beach or visit some architectural wonder of some sort (only she enjoyed the second option) or even just celebrate it in her home. She was always the type of girl who liked peace rather than loud music, who'd burn all the make-up stuff she got for Christmas rather than use it.
But ever since last year she had started to get more and more influenced by the popular crowd she started hanging out with in her school. I wasn't in her school so I couldn't stop the change that started showing in her personality. She was always very polite but lately she had actually started talking people down saying things like "this is your position, stay here" to a guard who was trying to be friendly or "get the fuck out of my face smartass" to a salesman who was just trying to show her some stuff. She had even started using make-up.
This wasn't the Annabeth I knew. But I tried to keep her old self alive. I tried. That's it.
Here I was sitting in a bar with her, watching her get drunk and not doing anything about it.
I tried to stop her but to no avail. She went a step ahead and tried to force me to join the drunk brigand.
Obviously I refused, but couldn't stop her from getting shots after shots.
Looking at her trying to climb on the table to dance, I decided that she had had enough. I quickly grabbed her by the waist, picked her up and started towards the exit.
She surprised me by wrapping her arms around my neck and reaching continually upwards to kiss me. I moved back.
Not that I didn't want to. I had a crush on her, true. Maybe I even loved her but kissing a drunk girl who has absolutely no control over her actions was a strict no for me.
She grabbed my face in her hands and pulled me towards her lips. I almost gave in but thankfully my conscience took over and moved out of her grasp.
She looked at me and said-"Percyyy, why are you moving so much?"
I sighed before replying "Annabeth, you're drunk."
"I'm not. All that stuff was like water to me."
Typical Annabeth, always trying to prove me wrong. I didn't comment but continued walking, dragging her along with me.
I put her in the car, strapped the seat belt around her and started the car to take her home.
All through the journey she kept reaching over to me but I just kept her at bay.
Finally we reached her home. I was to stay with her for the night because her parents weren't in town. They didn't mind, they trusted me.
As soon I locked the door behind me Annabeth tackled me into a kiss catching me by surprise. As her lips made contact with mine, I lost sense and kissed her back hungrily. Standing just inside her house we started making out. As the kiss intensified I felt Annabeth grab my hoodie and pull it off my shoulders. Breaking apart for air I moved back and nearly ripped off her jacket. I bent down and attacked her neck, setting a trail of fire along it. As I reached the sensitive portion just at the base of her neck, Annabeth arched her back and let out a loud moan.
The sound suddenly snapped me back from my daze and I pushed her back, holding her at an arm's length. I looked into her eyes and could see the frustration clearly visible. She squirmed in my grip trying to press herself against me once more but I didn't let go. I could feel her begging me to not stop but I held my ground.
Finally she screamed at me in fury, "Why not?"
I grabbed her by her by her shoulders and looked into her eyes with so much intensity that she had to lower her gaze. When I noticed that she wasn't struggling anymore I pulled her into a hug and whispered, "You are drunk, Annabeth. You don't want this and I'll never make you do anything you don't want."
"But every girl in my school has done it and they tease me for being a virgin." I whispered back sadly.
So this where this was heading, I thought to myself.
"Annabeth, girls in your school are jerks if they think that having sex raises them above virgins. You should learn to ignore them. "I said soothingly.
"But I'm 17, I shouldn't be a virgin. I feel like a loser whenever I talk to them and they bring sex up."
"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin at 17, Annabeth. Aren't I one to?"
She nodded against my chest.
I smiled and, pushing her away from me, I said, "Come on let's make you drink plenty of water or else you'll have a wicked hangover tomorrow."
She smiled and we walked (and stumbled) over to the kitchen.
A few days later Annabeth called me up. She was sobbing and didn't say a word.
"Annabeth? What's wrong?" I asked, concern lacing my every word.
"They teased me again for being a virgin" she said "they called me names and even called me a..a…" she stopped.
Anger filled me. "What did they say Annabeth." I growled.
"It doesn't matter." She screamed at me. "All of this is your fault. You rejected me and now I feel worthless and-and…" she didn't finish her sentence but started crying again.
"Annabeth, had we done it you would have felt guilty and probably disgusted. Please try to understand." I pleaded.
"Save it Percy." She yelled. "I hate you."
With that she cut the phone and left those last words buzzing in my ears.
I put my phone back in my pocket and wiped a stray tear off my cheek.
I'm sorry Annabeth, I thought to myself. That's how I was raised.
A few points I'd like to make:
1.I would have described what she had had at the bar but its just that I don't drink at all so I wouldn't know.
2.I really don't know how to cure a hangover so I didn't elaborate.
R&R.
Thanks for reading.