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Chapter 4: I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised.
"It sucked!" Annabeth practically yelled at Rachel.
"C'mon it couldn't have been that bad. After all he is a really nice guy." Rachel said.
"Ok. Who opens the car door and tries to help me out of the car, making me feel weak? Or who pulls out a chair in a restaurant as if I can't do that? Or who hands me a napkin after I've finished food making me feel like an idiot? Or-"Annabeth ranted on.
Rachel cut her and said; "He did all of that?"
"Yes…can you imagine my embarrassment?" Annabeth whined.
"Huh? I think it was really sweet of him."
"You know what? I think you suck too."
"Aw Annie, I just think it was very…gentlemanly of him."
"If it was, it was absolutely uncalled for." Annabeth said defiantly. "And don't call me Annie." She added as an afterthought.
"C'mon babe, every girl dreams of having a guy who does sweet things like that for her, and not only had you actually found a guy like that but a really good looking one too."
"Well I hate it, and also the fact that Percy was acting like a total freak." Annabeth said.
I stared at the screen of Luke's laptop while the owner was sitting there smirking at me. He had come over to my home in the evening. Normally I would have shut the door right at his face but, unfortunately, my mom had opened the door so I had to let him in. He said he had something to show me and whipped out his laptop at started a video recording of Annabeth and Rachel discussing our date.
And here he was sitting and smiling at the fact that I had ruined my date and chance with Annabeth.
Listening to what Annabeth had to say about our date I flashbacked to that moment trying to figure out what had gone wrong.
I had driven to her home picked her up, had dinner, drove back to her home, shared the customary end-of-date kiss and left.
What the fuck went wrong?
Then, hit after hit, Annabeth's words came back to me:
Who opens the car door and tries to help me out of the car, making me feel weak? Or who pulls out a chair in a restaurant as if I can't do that? Or who hands me a napkin after I've finished food making me feel like an idiot?
I just did what I should have done. I did what any decent guy would have done.
It was just how I was raised, to respect women, to not make them feel burdened, to make them comfortable. It was just….
My thoughts were cut off by a sound which felt like a muffled chuckle. I looked up to find Luke trying to hide his smile.
Of course, he would laugh. I should have understood the moment he entered my home that he was about to show me something that would hurt me.
And what's worse? He succeeded. Fucking moron.
But I couldn't let him have the satisfaction that he did beat me. So I just looked at him, gave him a faint smile and said, "Looks like its your turn."
"Of course, loser." Luke responded in a superior tone.
See, Luke also had had an attraction towards Annabeth. But it was more of in a sexual way. Luke was just a player who looked at Annabeth like she was another game to score at. And he disgusted me.
"You know, I was wondering why Annabeth even agreed to go on a date with you. I mean you're a dork, immature, way too nice and a complete freak. I on the other hand am…well me."
Yeah an imbecile, an idiot and a jerk. I wanted to say all of this but I couldn't. it was as though my speech was taken away.
I was sad not because Luke had won but because I had lost.
I was upset not because Luke had a chance with Annabeth but because I ruined mine.
And I was hurt not because I our date sucked but because Annabeth didn't like it.
I turned away from Luke and pinched the bridge of my nose hard enough to stop the stupid and unfamiliar tears forming in my eyes.
Behind me Luke said, "Well…I should get going. Have a date to plan and all." He got up and turned to leave, but then I heard him say, "Don't worry Percy, I'll give you all the details…all of them."
I pinched my nose harder and clenched my other fist.
I heard Luke say a goodbye to my mom and then the opening and closing of the door.
Suddenly something snapped in me and I ran after Luke. I caught him as he was about to leave the building.
Grabbing him by the color, I whispered an inch from his face, "Break her heart and I'll break you neck."
I let go of him after that and ran back into my apartment, into my room.
Standing in front of the mirror I looked at myself and finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, slammed my fist against it.
As the shards fell off the frame I caught one final look on my face. I feature which wasn't there when the mirror was intact. One thing that I should have expected but didn't. One thing that I wished would vanish.
Tears.
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