Song 3: Better than Revenge by Taylor Swift
She thinks I'm psycho cause I like to rhyme her name with things.
Annabeth POV:
Grace:
Ugly FACE
DisGRACE
Mental CASE
ReplACEable
DisplACEd
"Annabeth? What'cha doin?" My boyfriend asked, taking me by surprise. Well, I was definitely NOT making up rude rhymes for the latest girl that tried to flirt with my Seaweed Brain. "N-nothing." I stuttered. Of course that made him suspicious. "Hey," I said in a lame attempt to distract him, "isn't it almost time for dinner?" He was out and running in a flash. Boys and their food.
I quickly stuck the sheet of paper in the box that had all the other hate-rhymes in it.
Whatever. It's not like Percy would ever know.
With that thought in mind, I followed his lead and dashed out of the cabin, towards the dining pavillion.