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Don't Look Down On Me

Last time on Don't Look Down On Me: "Stop doing that!" you shout. "I want you here, you stupid girl! I love you!"

She stills in your grip and her eyes go wide, wider then you thought physically possible. Her chest is still heaving and tears still soak her cheeks, running down her perfect pink lips.

"You what?" Annabeth asks, her voice soft but hitching.

Chapter 9: Her Low Self-Esteem

You look away from her and feel your face burn, you run a hand through your hair and get ready to say something when you hear the door crash shut. You sigh in frustration and run out of it after her; you see a flash of gold round the corner. You follow as fast as you can and catch her right as she reaches the door. You grab her by the robe and she yelps as it slips from her shoulders. You look at her bare back and gasp in horror as you get a clear view of all the scars on it.

She turns around toward you, hiding her back using the wall and covering herself as best she could. Your perverted neighbor passes by and wolf-whistles at her, drinking her in with a smirk. You growl and punch him as hard as you can in the face; he staggers back. The perv runs to his room, throwing hurtful words behind his back the whole way.

You turn back to the blonde haired girl who was staring at you with an unreadable face. You quickly slip the robe back on her shoulders and pick her up. You carry her all the way back to your room and set her down on your bed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," you apologize.

She shies away from your outstretched hand and you flinch, the rejection hurts you horribly. "Why won't you leave me alone? I don't love you; I can't stand you, actually. Just-just stop trying to help me," she says, hervoice catching in all the wrong places.

"Stop trying to make me hate you, because I can't! I know what you're doing, you don't think you're worthy but you're wrong. You're so wrong. I don't hate you, I hate that you expect me to hate you, because I love you!" you scream at her.

"I don't deserve you. I'm no good. Can't you just accept that? What I want, Percy, is for you to forget me."

"I can't. I can't lose you. Please," you beg her. You can tell she very much wants to succumb to your pleas but she was clearly still undecided. "Please," you whisper again, staring into her clouded grey eyes.

She presses her lips together but you can see want and longing in her expression. She crawls toward you- not in a seductive way, but in an I'm-still-very-wary-so-bear-with-me way-and looks at you through her long eyelashes. She grabs your hair and kisses you deeply, she allows your tongue to enter her mouth and your hands travel down to her waist.

You glance down at the white robe and see a dark red spot. She looks too and flushes the same color. "Err, I think we should go get some tampons," she says. "But we can still have sex," she adds half-heartedly.

"I don't know. I hate having sex with girls when they're on their period; I feel bad seeing the blood."

Tears come to her eyes but don't flood over. "You're the only guy I've ever known to say that. When I was prostituting-" you both flinch but she feels the need to finish her sentence. "They didn't care, they got what they wanted and left me there, feeling worthless."

"How-how many guys did you sleep with?" you ask, swallowing back the guilt.

She smiles. It's so fake and remorse filled that you feel horrible asking it. "What makes you think it was all guys?" she asks.

You feel way worse when you find that it arouses you greatly. You groan, she notices it, and her smile turns genuine. "So...girls too?"

"Yeah, I'm ashamed to say it, but I needed the money to survive, and it didn't matter the source. But only a few, so don't worry. I'm not bi."

"I hate to say it, but that's really sexy." you admit.

"Oh, Percy, stop. I'm on my period and you already said you won't have sex with me while I'm on it. You're being a whore." she grumbles.

"Okay, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get your shit," you say, silently cursing the fates.

You absentmindedly give her a kiss then pull a hoodie on over your head. She watches you, sitting Indian style on your bed, and her eyes sparkle like crazy. "Hey, Percy," she says quietly, right as your about to walk out the door.

"Yeah?" you ask.

She gestures with her finger for you to come to her. You do as she wants and she pulls you on top of her. She kisses you deeply and licks your bottom lip; you almost open your mouth but then remember that you're a man on a mission. You put your hand over her lips and pull away slightly.

"This isn't going to stop the blood flow," you smile.

She pouts and pulls you to her, she brushes her lips against your ear and whispers, "I love you, Perseus Jackson."

You grin and it takes all you got to back out of the room. You pass the old lady next door, she must be at least 60, and yet, she winks at you and does the 'call me' sign. You walk a little faster but then stop abruptly at your perverted neighbor's door.

You open the door, finding it unlocked, and barge right in. He jumps to his feet when he sees you and puts his hands up in surrender, and then he backs away as fast as he can. He was the youngest guy in the building, other then yourself, at about 32.

You crash into him, smashing him into his own wall, and hold your arm horizontally at his throat. "You ever look at my girl again, I WILL kill you and I WILL make you suffer."

"Understood." he gasps.

You calmly walk out of the room, but on the inside you feel like a total bad ass. You hurry to the store; nothing much happened except the clerk lady gave you a smirk and thought it was so hilarious that she didn't even make you pay for your...items.

"Annabeth?" you call when you walk through the door.

The moment you close it, for the second time, you get tackled, but this time in a rib-crushing hug. She kisses your neck a few times and she wraps her legs around your waist from behind. "I got the stuff!" you announce proudly.

She laughs and grabs the bag from your hands, she jumps from your back and heads into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door, she grabs something on the way in. She comes out wearing one of your shirts, that's it, and jumps on your back again, you share a laugh but then you hear a knock on the door.

You carry her to the door and answer it. The smile fades from your face when you see who it is. Rachel Elizabeth Dare stands at your door with puffy, red eyes.

"Hey, Percy." she says.

I am such a cruel person, I'd hate me too if I were you. Yup, so I need some reviews if you want fast updates. I mean, this was a really fast update and a pretty long chapter. Haha. Two-in-one. Oh, and check out Awesome One's profile, my personal fav is A Twist In Time and its sequel. So, yeah, REVIEW. Oh and a thanks to all my reviewers and a special thanks to my beta who I remember now: thank you, Minesweeper62. I won't forget you again. Mel out.