A special thanks to Moomoogirl240, for her inspiring comment: I feel like i want to f*ckin KILL thalia when she did that! Shes such a b*tch now, at least she felt bad about it. Still, that sucks. I litterally started crying at this, and that just proves how awesome this story is! How dare you leave m me at a cliffy like that! I love this soooo much, you know a story is good if it makes you get emotional, and I sure did get emotional, VERY emotional! You are an amazing writer! Please update!
CatTheMooCow240

Damn It

Percy's POV

I stood with my head pressed against the cold, white, bumpy wall. I tried to take deep breaths. "She's fine." I told myself, "It's all going to work out." My calming session was interrupted by the ping of my blue-cased cell phone. Even though the volume was only on one, the sharp ping rang out through the endless, empty hallways of the hospital. The air was musty and it smelled like a stomach turning mixture of rubber gloves, plastic, oatmeal, and a familiar smell of the hospital cafeteria. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket while I peeled my head off the wall. It was a message from Drew. I still had her number from when Rachel plugged in all of her friends numbers. Most of them started texting me as soon as she gave them my number and I had to block them. I opened the file attached to the message that read: "cheers to Thalia. luv that gurl!" My slow phone took three seconds to load the file. When it popped up, I almost fell onto the sticky hospital floor.

It was of a cruel poster of Annabeth holding two thumbs up. The photo might've been cute if "Certified Molester" wasn't scrawled next to it in big, bold letters. Hot white anger swelled in my chest as I 'replied to all'. "What the fuck is your problem?" I texted, "This isn't funny! Get a life!" I angrily tapped my foot and scowled at the screen, waiting for a dumbass reply from Drew, Rachel, anyone. Eventually, my phone pinged again and I rapidly opened the message. It was from Drew. "Don't blame me, u dick, it was all Thalia. Didn't u read the caption? I'm just spreading the word." Thalia. What the fuck was her problem? I thought her and Annabeth were best friends….oh shit. I remembered that I told her to come over. Damn it! How stupid can a guy get? I should've called her and she could've told me. Maybe we could've hung out and she wouldn't have had to go to Miranda's house for whatever reason.

I rushed over to the window to see if Thalia was here yet. As if it was planned, her car rolled into an empty spot. The car looked like eggs, shaving cream, and paint had a war all over it. The front windshield had several eggs crushed onto the glass, there were smiley faces, hearts, and stars drawn all over in paint and shaving cream. There were phrases such as "Thalia is a boss", "Go Thales!", "Thalia is a bitch", and "Thalia should fuck herself because…" But the ending was smeared off. Without thinking, I ran down four flights of stairs to meet her when she came in. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind as soon as possible. When I reached the bottom, she was entering through the revolving door. Her face was paler than normal and she had dark smears all over her face from her dripping mascara. I stomped right up to her and shouted, "What the fuck is your problem?!" Thalia, being her, yelled right back at me. "You know what, Percy?! Maybe you should go fuck yourself because you don't even know my motives!" At this point, we were causing a ruckus. Two burly security guards grabbed each of us by the arms and hauled us into a small interrogation room. At least that was what it looked like.

The room was a mixture of an interrogation room and a pre-school. People probably came in here to talk about their problems, cry, or both. In this case, it was used for two teenagers to yell their heads off at each other and not be a distraction to the patients. "You can talk in here." one of the guards told us. "Just don't get to loud." the other stated. And with that, they marched out of the room. I sat in the blue chair and Thalia sat in the orange one that was facing me. "Why?" I asked. I didn't say anything else; I just wanted to know why she would do such a mean thing to Annabeth. She looked at me with round, teary, electric blue eyes. "You wanna know why, Percy, well I'll tell you why." she started, "We got in a fight on the phone when she called me early in the morning. One thing led to another and she, well we both called each other some pretty mean names. And, damn it. I was mad, okay? I really shouldn't have done it and you might not be able to tell, but I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. It was dumb, it was fucking retarded, actually and I wished I never did it. I just wish I could tell her I was sorry."

"You know why guys are better than girls?" I inquired. She cocked her head to the side. "Because when we fight, we both call each other names, than we slap each other on the back and go grab a beer." Thalia sighed, but she cracked a smile.

"You ruined the moment." she stated.

"That's what I do best."

"So, what now?"

"We wait."

"Annabeth is getting sent to a fucking mental hospital, how could we just wait?"

"I just told you that so you would come."

"Stop. You're joking."

"No, I'm not, what's the big deal?"

"Uh, a jock read my text and then I dropped my phone and by now the whole school thinks she's going to a mental hospital."

"Damn it."

"Oh, shit."

A/N: *Insert dramatic 'duns' here* OOOOHHHHH! What's gonna happen next? I know it's short but I want to post on New Year's Eve and I'm busy tomorrow and it's my last day of break, so I wanted to post for you. Plus, I thought a cliffy would be a nice way to end it…tee hee hee. HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY BITCHES! (sorry if that was offensive, I've just always wanted to say that)