Hey, Everyone!

Today was my last day of summer camp for a week, and that means more time for FanFiction! XD!

Until Wednesday...when I leave for vacation to my grandma's house with no internet...

And then the week after that I go back to camp for a couple more weeks...

But after that, I'm free for the rest of the summer! Kind of...

Sorry, guys, I'm a busy person.

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning with Luke's arms around my waist.

After our epidemic in the fountain, I'd invited him over to my house to dry off and it ended up with us, after a few drinks, in my bed.

I turned around in his embrace and found him staring at me sleepily.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Hey, you," he replied.

"I had a lot of fun yesterday," I told him as he played with some of my hair.

"I had a lot of fun last night," he winked at me as I rolled my eyes.

"So did I," I confessed.

"So," he dropped my hair and looked into my eyes, "are we official now?"

"I'd say so," I commented as I sat up, pulling away from him slightly. "I mean, after that…I'd hope so. What do you think?"

"I'd say yes, but if you're not sure, then," he sat up, picked up one of my hands in both of his, and asked, "Annabeth, would you be my girlfriend?"

I barely hesitated. I needed to get over Percy, and I loved Luke.

I nodded. "Yes."

His smiled spread from ear to ear. "That's fantastic."

It was also contagious, because I felt myself smiling, too.

He leaned forward, kissed me, and then got up and said, "I'm going to make some coffee."

"I'm going to take a shower," I said as I stood up.

"Hm, maybe I'll join you," Luke offered and I laughed as I walked out of my room and into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

We were sitting on my couch, watching TV and snuggling when I got a call on my cell phone.

Wondering who it could be because Luke was sitting next to me already, I picked my phone up off the glass coffee table and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Annabeth?"

I wanted to curl up and die.

"Yeah, Percy, what is it?"

"You left some things here. I was wondering where your house was, so I could mail them to you," he said.

"I can just…" I stopped for a second, and looked over at Luke. He was scowling at the rug below the table in front of us.

"I'll swing over and pick them up," I said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be over in a minute."

"Okay. Bye, Annabeth."

I hung up.

"Let me drive you," Luke offered as I stood up off the couch.

"You don't know where his house is," I replied. "Can I borrow your car?"

"Where's yours? And sure."

"In the shop. Busted tail light. And thanks," I replied as he handed me his car keys.

I left my apartment and found his car parked in the garage.

I left for Percy's house, a little bit angry about him calling me like that.

He could have burned that stuff for all I cared. I didn't want it anymore.

When I arrived in his driveway he opened the door before I could even leave Luke's car.

"New car?" he asked.

"No," I responded automatically. "Where's my stuff?"

"Inside," he replied.

"Can you bring it to me?" I asked.

"Too much of it. You should help me," he disappeared inside.

I rolled my eyes and followed him inside.

I took a step into his huge foyer. His house was gigantic; he was living large after selling a couple albums with his band.

I looked around the spotless white and marble tiles, and at the grand white tiled staircase.

"Um, you left your sweater in my bedroom," he said as he closed the front door behind him.

"Yeah, okay, is that it?" I asked impatiently.

"You also have a few undergarments. I put them in a pile in the bathroom upstairs. And you left your comfort jeans here, they're folded on my bed," he continued as I started heading up the stairs, dreading the moment when I would reach the bedroom I knew so well.

I walked up the main staircase, and then I turned left and walked up the shining, smaller staircase that led to the bedrooms.

The bed looked the same. The room was honey yellow and wood brown still, a four poster bed, a dresser in front of it, and the door to the master bathroom next to the bed.

I found my jeans folded on the bed, which was made. I also found my sweater underneath. I picked them up and carried them into the master bathroom.

Piled in the corner, a bunch of the underwear I'd lost here lay, and I quickly snatched them off the floor and turned to leave.

"Sorry about the suddenness of calling you like that," Percy said from the doorway to the bedroom. "You must really not want to be here right now."

"Not really, no. I was in the middle of something," I said as I closed the bathroom door behind me. "Why so sudden?"

"Rachel's coming over for the first time tonight," Percy said. "I didn't want her to think I was…well…"

"How could she?" I asked calmly as I walked past him, bitterness lining my thoughts and my tone. "You're too good at covering it up."

And I walked down the stairs, down the grand staircase, and listened to my own receding footsteps echoing from the room.

I threw the front door open, but before I could leave, he called from the top of the grand stairs, "Who's car?"

I looked over my shoulder at him, so casual, his hands in his jean pockets, barefoot, and his eyes glancing at me.

"My boyfriend's," I replied, and I walked out, satisfied by the slam of his huge front door.

REVENGE OF THE ANNABETH! ;)

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