A/N: So I had updated this chapter maybe an hour ago, but then I got this review that totally hit home. My chapters are becoming a little too sex oriented, no they did not have sex, but I made Percy into a complete jerk-wad who takes advantage of women. I'm sorry if anyone took offence to the chapter. SO I pulled it off the website and changed it a little. Whoever Anonymous was thank you for tell me off^^, I'm sorry I disappointed you.

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Annabeth's POV

I hesitate for a second before uttering, "My father's been hospitalized." Percy lets out a soft noise of understanding before sliding off the couch to sit next to me.

"Are you okay?" he asks. I jolt up to look at him.

"Are you kidding me? Of course, I'm not okay! My dad just suffered a massive stroke and might not survive the night! I'm out of my mind, worrying and for the past seven hours I haven't done anything productive! God! Percy, how can you be so freaking insensitive and thoughtless!" I yell. Percy looks at me, surprised and I can see the hurt register in his eyes before he looks away.

I drag in a long breath, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm just anxious-" I start but Percy interrupts me.

"It's okay, you're worried about your dad, I understand," he says then his voice changes suddenly and his eyes begin to glint dangerously, "maybe you need… a distraction?" he swoops closer to me. As he slides closer, I inch backwards my face heating up at the sudden proximity.

"Percy-!" I say, trying to scold him but all he does is brace one elbow on the couch nest to head. He twists his entire body to position himself to hover above my lap then props his other hand on the opposite side of my body.

"Hey," he murmurs. My hands move on their own, I don't claim them, one rests on his shoulder the other covers his hand on the floor. His eyes dart from my eyes to our hands on the ground, then back up to my eyes. His smirk softens to a genuine smile before swooping closer.

He's an inch away from me, and I can feel his breath fan over my face. I almost jerk forward and kiss him myself but instead he pulls away at the last moment.

He looked horrified.

"Sorry," he says pulling away, he looks away, "I shouldn't have…" I look down and pull away as well. I pull myself onto the couch and stare down at my hands.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"It's okay," I mutter. Percy doesn't say anything. Awkward.

This would be the perfect time for you to ring I think staring at my phone.

As if the gods are answering my prayers the phone lights up and buzzes next to me. Percy and I both stare at it. I snatch it up and press it to my ear.

"Hello? Mom?" I ask frantically. Percy immediately becomes alert, "How is he?" I demand.

"Annabeth? He's fine. They say that he'll be okay," my mom says sounding tired, but happy. Relief washes over me and I smile. He's fine. Totally, completely, absolutely fine.

"Thank god, when can I see him?" I ask, wanting to see Dad as soon as possible.

"They say you can walk in anytime you want, but I think you should wait until morning." Mom states and my smile falls.

"But-why?" I question, seconds away from throwing a fit.

"What's the point of watching him sleep?" Mom says logically. She sighs tiredly before I can say anything, "it's okay Annabeth. I'll stay with him through the night."

I want to cry. I want to jump up and down and scream for my Dad but I draw in a deep breath and exhale softly, "okay." I agree quietly. We say our goodbyes and I hang up. Percy gives me a questioning look, "So. How is he?" he asks.

I smile at him and laugh in relief. I want to see my father, but knowing this he's okay, was enough for now. I wrap my arms around Percy's neck and hug the bastard willing for the first time in my life.

"He's fine," I breathe and burry my head in his shoulder. Percy stiffens in surprise before tightening his arms. I let out a muffled squeal, and then freeze. I. Just. Squealed. W.T.F?

Percy notices it too and pulls away, a wicked smile appears on his face, "look at you squealing." He says. I scowl at him.

"I didn't squeal," I defend myself weakly, "I was simply expressing my relief."

"You shrieked," he says with finality. I can't say anything else in my defense because, one: the he's right, I totally squealed and two: I'm just too happy. My smile reappears and I squeal again.

"I squealed! Suck balls, Percy, I'm too happy to care," I announce. Percy's smirk evens out to a smile.

"I like it when you smile," he says, sounding genuine. My cheeks burn and I realize that I'm still in his lap. I jump off of him and back onto the couch, my face turning new shades of red.

"Whatever, Percy," I mutter, my heart thumps at his sweet compliment. He stays silent and after a while I notice he's nodding off to sleep.

I turn onto my back and stare up into the ceiling. The first thing that comes to my mind is how nice Percy is. That's some scary shit. But he gave me a ride home, no questions and he stayed with me while I waited for news on my dad. I didn't tell him, but I think he knew how scared I was.

Today, just confirmed my feelings for Percy. I wanted him. But then I didn't.

I hate my life.

I don't know how long I'm lying there but all of a sudden its morning.

Pulling myself into an upright position, I yawn widely. Squinting against the harsh sunlight streaming in though the open windows I notice something isn't right. I glance out the window. Percy's car is still in the driveway. And so is Jessica's.

Shit.