of half-bloods and happenings
misunderstandings
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"You know, Percy? I like you."
Percy glanced up from his Chemistry notes, taking a moment or two to focus on what he just heard. "Sorry?"
Rachel smiled, her chin held steady against the table by the palm of her hand. "I said that I like you, Percy, and I know you like me too." That confident smile he'd first noticed about her was back in full force, and he couldn't help but blush slightly under the glare of those piercing green eyes.
"Um…that's great, Rachel. So…can you just help me with this equation-?" He was cut short by Rachel's glare. She was frowning, now, her eyebrows scrunched together and the freckles along the bridge of her nose joining up to form a great brown smudge. "Are you all right?"
Rachel sighed, pushing away her textbooks and leaning back into her chair. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, Percy. I think I've had enough studying for now."
"But we just started-"
"I know, but I'm bored. I'll go grab a snack." She stood, turning away quickly so he couldn't see her face and walking into the kitchen. Percy stared down at his books in confusion. Was it something he said? He can't remember anything bad, exactly…gods, why did girls have to be so difficult?
"Hope you're hungry for fruit salad, Percy." Rachel was back, dumping a large glass bowl full of strawberries and blueberries and banana onto the table. She slid back into her seat, studiously avoiding Percy's gaze.
They ate in silence for a few minutes.
Percy cleared his throat and swallowed his last berry, before shifting uncomfortably in his own chair and tapping his fingers along the polished wooden surface of the table. "So, um, I guess I should be going now," he said, half-rising and feeling awkward and a little rude.
Rachel shrugged. "Sure. I'll see you out, then. You have money for a cab?"
"Oh, nah, I'll walk. Thanks, though."
At the door, Percy paused in the act of lacing up his shoes. "Are you- you sure you're all right, Rachel?"
"Yes," she nodded emphatically, even smiling, though the grin seemed to waver at the corners as if it was as faked as fool's gold.
"Okay. I guess I'll see you in a couple of weeks, or something-"
"A couple of weeks? Why?"
"Oh, um, Annabeth asked me to, ah, come into Camp. Something to do with the canoe lake, I think."
"Oh. Annabeth. Right." Frostiness spread through Rachel's voice, and her gaze hardened until her eyes were like sharply cut emeralds. "See you whenever, then. Bye, Percy."
She shut the door in his face, so close that his nose touched the wood. He paused for a second, dumbfounded at the turn the conversation had taken, then grimaced and turned away, zipping up his jacket against the cool spring breeze that drifted down the street.
By the gods, he thought, making his slow way back home, what in Hades just happened?
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Author's Note: My gods…is this a Prachel fic? WHAT AM I DOING? To be honest, I have no idea. I don't know whether this is Prachel or Percabeth, either. Percy's just a little confused, I guess. I felt like writing this, so…yeah. If this wasn't already clear, it's set between BotL and TLO. And by the by, standard disclaimer applies: I am not male. Therefore it is obvious I cannot own Percy Jackson. (Please review!)