This chapter is a flashback of how their relationship ended and...yeah. Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
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Song: Should've Said No - Taylor Swift
July 2011
Unknown P.O.V.
They just...were. PercyandAnnabeth; AnnabethandPercy. You couldn't think of one without thinking of the other.
They only let each other call them by their personal nicknames, but everyone did it behind their backs anyways. SeaweadBrainandWiseGirl, WiseGirlandSeaweadBrain.
Everyone knew that the addition to her necklace was Percy's initial. Annabeth wouldn't show anyone though. AandP, PandA.
Everyone thought they would get married soon, everyone thought they were the perfect couple. JacksonandChase, ChaseandJackson.
Until...the fight.
Later, everyone gossiped that they could hear them all the way from the Hermes cabin. Later, everyone said they couldn't believe it. No more PercyandAnnabeth.
Later, everyone guessed what they'd fought about. Rumor had it that it was Annabeth that started it. Rumor had it that she didn't regret it.
She was a walking zombie for a week. He left camp early.
The Athena cabin comforted her. There was no one to comfort Percy Jackson.
No one, except a mortal.
Rachel Elizabeth Dare.
Saturday July 18, 2011
1:59
They were in a car. A Mustang. They were on a cliff. It was a nice day.
She was sitting in the passenger seat. She was looking at the ocean. It was reckless, as if there was a war going on inside of the waters.
He was in the drivers seat. He was looking at her. His eyes were burning holes into the side of her face.
She turned toward him. She said something. She was smiling.
He replied.
The words were muffled. The edges of her vision were blurring out of focus. She blinked.
She kissed him.
He smiled.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the side mirror. She had red hair and green eyes.
But... didn't she have blond hair and grey eyes?
The world ended when a certain Pegasus landed on the car.
Annabeth was covered in a cold sweat when she woke up. She threw off the covers and raced to the Poseidon cabin.
Saturday July 18, 2011
2:19 A.M.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
No answer.
Knock. Knock. Know. Knock. A whispered, "Percy?"
No answer.
Louder. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. (It was their secret code.) A whisper-yelled, "Perseus Jackson!"
The grumbled reply, "Nugh...Annabeth?"
"Open the door, Percy."
The door opened silently.
Percy Jackson was the only man who could ever take her breath away. His eyes were squinting at her and his mouth opened in a cute 'O' shape as he yawned, his breath smelt like toothpaste. His dark hair was tangled every which-way and there were those little crusty things in the corner of his eyes. And, to make it worse - or better, she wasn't sure at the moment - he didn't have a shirt on.
He was frigging hotter than Apollo.
No! You're mad at him. Stop. She pushed past him and sat on Tyson's bed. "We need to talk."
"Talk? Annabeth, what time is it?"
Gods his voice is hot when he wakes up.
She shook her head. "We have to talk."
He sat down across from her. "Shoot."
"Percy." She was talking quietly. "Percy, I - I need you to tell me the truth."
His brow wrinkled in confusion. "I always tell you the truth."
"Rachel -"
"I don't feel like that about her Annabeth!"
"I know - I know but..." She was silent. An owl hooted. They could hear the crickets.
"Annabeth?"
Silence. Her eyes were glued to her shoes.
"What - what's this about exactly?"
She looked up slowly. "Did you kiss her?"
She watched his face carefully. His brow wrinkled, his eyes widened in realization, "Annab-"
He kissed her.
"Do you regret it?"
He fidgets.
"Do you wish you were with her?"
His mouth drops open. "NO!"
The yelling starts.
"Why'd you kiss her?"
"Annabeth-!"
"Stop saying my name like that!"
"Oh so now I can't even speak right!"
"You're avoiding the subject."
"I kissed her because - because ..."
"Because what!"
"Because it felt right!"
Deathly silence. She can feel angry tears welling up in her eyes and she clenches her fists in an effort not to cry. You will not cry over him. You will not cry over this. You will not cry over her.
"You should've said no. What about me? Huh? Percy... I need - I need for you to say that you'll stop. I need to know you'll be there. Every day. I have to know that we have a future, and that - that you'll just be there. By my side."
"Annabeth..."
"STOP SAYING MY NAME LIKE THAT!" She's standing now, and she looks like a cross between murderous and heartbroken.
He hates to see that expression on her face.
He stands. He thinks, Annabeth, but doesn't say it. "You know me. You know that I just - like - do everythingwhen it comes around. I can't plan out my future, I can't have everything planned out in front of me. That's not how I operate. I need you to calm down, and then we can talk rationally-"
That was the last straw in her mind.
She takes a step forward and shoves his chest. He falls back onto the bed with a muted thump. For a second, she's proud. "RATIONALLY? YOU WANT TO TALK RATIONALLY! LISTEN TO YOU! I DON'T EVEN - I -" She takes a deep breath.
He interrupts. "Well then, couldn't you like - um - change or something?"
She thinks, Seaweed Brain. Along with an internal head shake. "Can you?"
"...No."
"I can't either, and if you can't promise that you'll be there. I - I just need something stable. I just - all my life, everything. All of it...it always ends right when I didn't expect it. On someone else's terms. And...and I'm tired. I'm tired of people letting me down right when I needed them most."
"I know Annabeth."
"BUT YOU DON'T! If you knew me - really knew me - you'd know that that's what I need. Promise me, Percy. Please."
He couldn't promise. He stared at her forehead.
A broken whisper, "Please."
The response, "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry too."
The door shut quietly behind her.
No more PercyandAnnabeth.
Annabeth. Percy.
Annabeth. PercyandRachel.
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