She loves him, she hates her.
In the beginning, when they met, she felt differently. He was annoying, and then he became a friend.
And eventually, she grew to like him as more than a friend.
But now, watching him talk to that frizzy, red-headed girl, she feels a sensation, like a hot fire, roar in her ears. It isn't anger or betrayal, but more of a feeling of hate with a dash of envy.
She refused to admit what it is, though, since her pride wasn't under control as much as she liked. She was not jealous, Children of Athena don't get jealous, they're too smart to obsess of something as girly and cliché as a love, she reasoned. That was a terrible battle plan.
(But she knows that's not true, she knows she's lying to herself even as she thinks it. But she tries to make herself believe it, because then things would be so much easier)
When she asks him to accompany her on a quest, which she's leading,-leading, finally- he agrees with hesitating. And she likes that about him, that he's so caring, so loyal to his friends. Brave enough to go into the Labyrinth, and it flatters her that he has so much faith in her navigating abilities, even when she's so unsure herself.
(Not that she'll admit it)
Those feelings, however, are pretty much smashed when he tells her that he's getting Rachel to accompany them. Her pride is wounded,-why should a child of wisdom get help from a mortal girl? And she can't help but wonder if he's lost his faith in her, if he prefers the red-heads company to Annabeth's.
(So she leaves them to talk alone in the labyrinth, because honestly, she doesn't think she can listen to one of their conversations. Or perhaps, she's just scared that out of the two girls, she's the one that's going to end up feeling like the third wheel)
And she wishes really, that Rachel was gone. But still, she saves her life, because she isn't that type of person that leaves someone to die like that.
So she saves her life, and she pretends to shrug it off, acting like it wasn't that hard, it was no big deal,-like she constantly steered helicopters in life-threatening situations. But the truth is, she can't stand it, the way Rachel and Percy have chemistry, and tot be honest, she's scared, almost more scared than she'd been when Thalia had run to hold the monsters off.
Because, honestly, she hates the feeling of losing, and she can still remember the blow she'd felt when she'd seen the tree grow and knew that in her heart, Thalia was dead. Sure, she'd come back again, but Annabeth was terrified that the mortal girl would take Percy away from her,- and she's lose another friend, for good this time.
But it's okay, she tells herself as she walks away, leaving Percy to greet Rachel. It has to be okay. Sooner or later Percy will decide, because honestly, he has to choose one of them eventually,
…Right?
(And he does, and it's her, and that moment when he tries to confess is one of the best moments of her life. It's cute, the way he stumbles, the way he's fumbling for the words, that she has to try her hardest not to laugh)
Of course, the campers come and dump them into the canoe lake. But she's not mad, not really, because how can she be mad when she's dumped in with Percy?
And when they kissed, she looks back on all the jealousy, anger, and frustration she's ever had about their relationship, and she realizes going through all that is worth it.
*Cue dramatic music* I am by no means pleased with this, the idea just popped into my brain randomly.
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