A/N: I updated? Not even a week had passed. Anyway, I owe you again another apology since this chapter wasn't longer as I had promised. But I really need ao end it there, so yeah.

And, have I told you guys I am on a staycation? If not, then there. And I'm starting college on August! Super excited. Anyways, that leaves me with two more months (or less) to finish this.

Of course, how could I forget these special people who make my day. A bunch of thank yous to: Sweet Cats, Demigod 12, ainegelic, Norsk Unicorn, June Green and Smiles Burn In The Styx.

Annabeth clearly didn't know what to expect when she first heard what Percy said. It seemed as though she didn't hear anything. There's no thought, no movement, no emotion on her part. It was as though she was hollow. Perhaps, if the words would make themselves heard again, there's a possibility that she could feel anything. Whatever may that be. As long as she didn't feel like vacuum.

"What?" she found herself asking. Then, after some while she smacked her head internally, feeling stupid. What kind of person asks something like that? Perhaps the question wasn't really weird at all. Annabeth was just exaggerating things, being silly.

Percy, on the other hand, didn't find anything silly with the question nor with Annabeth, as he answered her with no sarcasm whatsoever.

"Yes. She's been making some moves recently, I thought she was just being nice. This was actually the first time she brought the subject after we broke up, two years prior."

"Oh. Two years. That's quite a long time, isn't it?"

He stared outside the window. His sea green eyes looked lost into some world Annabeth wasn't part of. It was scary, like this Percy replaced the jolly one she knew. "Yes, perhaps. Quite a long time for me to move on."

Annabeth really didn't want to pry, but she couldn't help herself throwing the question. "Shouldn't that be easy for you to decide?"

He laughed without humor. "Should have been easy. After all the things that had happened, it should have been easy to turn her down."

"Why not?"

There was that pause, a very brief one in fact, but it felt like years to Annabeth. That pause was like a moment of hesitation, a moment of indecisiveness. And the thought of it brought a heavy sinking feeling in her stomach, but she was never sure why. It's not as if she was included in the equation. She was just there, an outside factor that could've been easily neglected.

"I don't know."

"Do you still love her?"

He didn't answer.

Walking into a bar after a heavy body beat up, a little victory and a not-so-quite drama, was not the way Annabeth Chase was looking forward to on her Friday night.

But, nonetheless, she found herself dragging her feet on that empty stool between a brunette girl and an obviously drunk man.

She ordered for a glass of vodka but wasn't looking forward to having more shots herself. Annabeth was sure she didn't want to wake up like she'd been hit by a frying pan, though desperate to drown all the worries in her head.

And it's been quite a long time since she went into places like this, considering her reasons for going varied only in: a. she finished a darn workload on the deadline; b. she suffered a tough heartbreak and c. she was emotionally unstable. The former two reasons were deemed unfit (though the heartbreak part could probably pass), so that left her with the last one. She didn't know why and hated herself for asking why was she feeling like this? It wasn't as though Percy was hers to begin with. Heck, she was just a mere partner for the competition and who knows whether he really thinks of her as a friend. But, she clearly knew that she was, first and foremost, excluded, not part, a mere external factor in the relationship. So, Annabeth settled for the thought that maybe, she was just concerned for Percy, with them being Best Duo buddies and after all the kindness he had shown her. But there's that little part of her that screamed 'no, it wasn't the reason'. And she knew that listening to that certain part of her would just confuse her emotions more.

So, Annabeth sipped her drink quietly, letting the loud blaring music take her mind away from those emotions.

"Hey."

Annabeth glanced at her right, where the brunette girl was sitting. She looked at her inquisitively.

The girl subtly tipped her glass on the man next to Annabeth. "That man has been ogling you, like for hours."

Annabeth wanted to correct the girl, she just came here half an hour ago, but quickly dismissed the thought as the brunette was just trying to exaggerate it. She looked at the man through the corner of her eyes and indeed, he was ogling her. And that wasn't yet the worst, because when the girl said 'man', she wasn't joking. The man staring at Annabeth had to be like, over 40 years old.

"Could you please let him know I'm not into men with the same age as my father?" Annabeth murmured to the girl, not daring to look at the man again.

The girl chuckled lightly. "Wouldn't you least spare him a glance?"

"Please. I'll do you a favor. Just save me from this one," Annabeth said pleadingly.

"Alright." The girl stood up and said something to the man. Just then, he strutted away, leaving the stool unoccupied. Annabeth let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks. I owe you one."

"You're welcome. I take it you don't come here often?" the girl questioned.

Annabeth nodded. "I was just letting my mind off."

"Boy problems?"

Annabeth was tempted to deny it, wasn't it the real cause why she was here? But then the reason of her confused emotions was Percy (and the revelation) and there's the Jason problem too. What the heck? She was sure those weren't the reasons why she's here, drinking her heart out. Total Confusion Overload.

When Annabeth didn't respond, the girl smiled, as if she knew all along what was going on the blonde's mind. "I'm here for the same reason as you."

They drank quietly, not wanting to spill out their own 'boy problems' on each other. It was weird, but there seemed to be a thick tension around them. It was as if they were both drowning in the same sea, trying all their might to breathe.

"I guess I should go home now. Better prevent heavy hangovers,"Annabeth said as she stood up, after another half hour of sitting and drinking. She extended her hand towards the brunette, piercing the girl's almond-shaped eyes with her steely gray ones.

"Thanks again, . . ."

"Calypso," the brunette supplied, shaking Annabeth's hand with her own.

"Annabeth. Annabeth Chase."

They smiled again and before Annabeth completely walked out of the bar, Calypso called out.

"Watch out for the eyes that may stare at you, Annabeth."

Though Annabeth was somehow sure that she's talking about the man earlier, she couldn't help but feel something more to it.

"I know."

When she's already sitting inside her car, quite dazed, a thought struck her.

"It's my ex-girlfriend Calypso. She said she wants me back."

Calypso.

It couldn't possibly be real. Coincidence? No way.

Impossible.

She sunk onto her seat, trying to calm her racing pulse as thoughts drifted to and fro her mind. Annabeth clutched the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as if she couldn't breathe.

They were both drowning in the same sea, indeed.

Yeah. I just finished The Selection series and The Night Circus.