A/n: And now I'm writing two stories at once... Cool.
Percy POV
Ugh. I stood there in her room for about five minutes after what my mind has come to identify as the 'incident'. As soon as she left, I slumped myself against a wall and slid to the floor. I honestly felt awful about the ocean thing, but I couldn't tell anybody that. I can't break out. I have to stay concealed. Show no feelings and no one gets hurt. No one but me. I refuse to hurt anybody the way I was hurt.
See, my mother was ripped away from me at a very young age. She had been married to my step-father, Gabe Ugliano. My real father was MIA on a port mission. That's all I know. I have one picture of him and my mother before they had me but he was overseas when my mom gave birth to me. I know he's never seen me. I know I've never seen him. I also know that I get my messy black hair and sea green eyes from him. My mom always said that I had his sense of caring as she was my world.
My mother was abused by her second husband, and one day he was so drunk and mad, he killed her. I watched her bleed out on the floor of our apartment when I was twelve years old. Gabe had run out and the cops had been searching for him for two weeks before they found him in a motel room. Hanging from the rafters. He had killed himself as well as my only family.
Neither of my parents had any brothers or sisters so I didn't have any aunts or uncles. I was moved around into adoption houses all over the country. Finally after three years, I met my best friend Jason and his family. They adopted me and I've been part of their family ever since.
I don't want anyone to lose the ones they love like I did. The only things I have left of my parents, is the picture of them together, my mothers locket, their wedding rings that they kept in a small case from when they got married. They had two sets. Since my dad was in combat, he wore his on a necklace chain and my mother did the same in remembrance of him. The others, they kept in the case in the drawer, under the floorboards, under the old lamp in the attic.
I got up off the floor and walked down the stairs out off her room. I walked into the living room in their beach house and saw Annabeth giggling, Piper staring at her like she's insane, and Jason looking at me with an eyebrow raised. I shrugged and sat down on the chair opposite of the couch Annabeth occupied.
She looked up at me and smirked as I glared at her. Piper and Jason sent each other knowing looks. I glared at them too. "Is there something we should know?" Jason asked. "Nope, nothing," Annabeth answered.
"Anna, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" Piper asked. Annabeth got up and followed her out of the room. Jason got up and moved to sit across from me. "Alright what is up with you and Annabeth? One minute you hate each other and the next you both disappear for at least ten minutes. I'm not as stupid as I look. There's something going on. You like her don't you?" Jason said.
"Shh keep your voice down. There's no wall between us, I'm right here. As for your first question, there's nothing up. I'm flirting with her and sometimes she takes the bait and other times she turns it around on me. I don't know what to think. She is really hot but I think she's going to be hard to get 'cuz she over thinks everything. Its going to make the reward in the end even better."
"And the second question?" "I don't know. She's hot, but she's smart. She's got everything. Her curls make me want to thread my fingers into them. I'd pay anything to wipe that little smirk off her face. And sometimes when she bites that fucking lip of hers, I want to slam her up against a wall and bite it myself. I've known her for what, two hours? And I already think she's perfect." I sighed. "I don't know what to think."
He sat there listening and suddenly got a smirk on his face. "Has the famous playboy Percy Jackson finally met his match?" I hit his shoulder and chucked. Secretly I hoped she liked me back but then I thought about what happened to my old girlfriend. She got obsessed with the fame that being my girlfriend gave her. But that could never happen to Annabeth. She's a fucking model. She already has the paparazzi wrapped around her finger.
Her model body drove me crazy. Her toned arms and legs that looked like they could be a mile long. Her hair with its bouncy curls and her lips that were shaped beautifully. Her butt was fucking sexy as hell and it was great that when she was mad at me, she'd walk away in front of me. I think she knew that I liked to stare at her 'cuz whenever she caught me, she'd smirk and wink.
I had no idea how to feel but I guess I must have zoned out a bit sitting there because when I looked backup at Jason he smirked and said, "Dude, you've got it bad."
And I knew he was right.