Disclaimer – I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Gosh, it is such a relief to start a new story! With my other story, Annabeth's Point of View, I have to take every thing from the book (not every thing of course), but with this one, I can free write! Don't worry, I'll continue my other one. Except, this one isn't kicking off like the other one did… Hmm… Whatever. : D Oh, yeah, thank you gab4eva89, for that suggestion, and all the people that reviewed!

HORMONES…?

I stomped from the beach to the woods, and as soon as the shadows hid me, I started to run. The ground rolled beneath my feet like an ocean, my strong muscles pumping. My heart pounded in my head until it was the only thing I could hear. I ran until all my anger at Percy was gone, and then kept going.

A root came up out of nowhere, tripping me. My head hit the ground hard, and sharp pain circulated through my body. Leaves tangled in my hair as I lay face up, staring at the canopy of leaves over me. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a boy looking down at me, his mouth moving.

When I woke up, I was in a soft bed with a high ceiling above me. Out of the windows at the far side of the room, I could see a miles of strawberry fields lit by moon light .Turning away, I saw Percy sitting next to me, dozing off. His shaggy black hair fell just so over his closed eyelids and his lips were open slightly. My heart started beating faster. Had he been watching me sleep? Oh my gods, he had!

I sat up suddenly, and my world lurched. Ignoring it, I swung my feet out of bed and stumbled to the porch. The wood was cool under my feet. I was alone. A breeze from the north kissed my face, playing with my hair. I closed my eyes.

There was a noise from inside the infirmary. I looked back. Percy had woken up, and seeing I was gone, had jumped up, pushing his chair back. Then he spotted me standing on the porch. I couldn't see his face, but I could see his shoulders slump in relief. He hurried to join me.

"Annabeth! You're awake! Oh gods, it's midnight, though," he said, looking out the window, and standing up. "Chiron will be dead asleep. Oh, well. He wakes up at five." Percy chuckled and winked at me, exactly like Apollo. I was surprised. Since when had Percy been picking up tips from Apollo? I thought Apollo hated him. Something here was wrong.

"Uh…"

"Okay, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday."

"Oh, it's fine."

"Still… Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay, well… I'm sure Chiron won't mind if you back to your cabin. Come on." Percy reached for my hand. I snatched it away and glared at him. Percy wasn't being himself, I wasn't going to feed into it. I stalked past him off the porch and started down the path to the cabins.

I didn't know if Percy was following me. Just before I was out of sight, I glanced back. He was still standing on the porch, watching me. His dark form was lit by the moon, a certain sadness lingering about him.

Something hitched in my throat, and I quickly turned away. As I made my way to the cabin, my thoughts raced. Earlier today, Percy hadn't been acting like this. Had my fall scared him? Why was he acting like this? It couldn't be hormones, could it? They didn't act this quickly.

Letting myself into my cabin, my bed called to me. I fell into its grasp gladly. As I slipped into sleep my thoughts raced. Maybe Chiron would know what was wrong with Percy…