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Chapter Six

A Bit of Compromising

Percy POV

I stared out the open door. I couldn't think straight. Drew's sickly sweet scent still lingered in my brain. Had I wanted to go with her? I couldn't even remember what I had for dinner. I tried to remember where we'd gone, but the details were slipping away like water. How'd she get into my cabin?

"Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth's voice cut through the haze. I struggled to focus on her.

"Whhhaa?" My voice came out slurred. Everything was fuzzy.

"Okay, you're definitely wasted." Was I?

She pushed me to the bathroom and locked the door. "Go take a shower. I'm not getting in bed with someone smelling like that."

I didn't even make a snarky remark, just hurried to the toilet and emptied out my guts. Then I stripped down and hopped into the shower.

I felt my head clear when the icy water hit my skin. It took me three washes to get Drew's sickly scent out of my hair.

I got out and wrapped a towel around myself. Feeling around in my jean pocket, I realized my cabin key was missing. Damn. Now I'd have to look for it…but I had a vague idea where it had gone.

When I came out Annabeth had built a wall down the center of the bed with basically everything she could find—empty boxes and assorted other clothes. She looked up when I snickered.

"You touch me at night and you're dead." She glared at me, placing a gray shoebox beside her pillow.

I jumped on the bed and caused it to shake, expecting her masterpiece to come tumbling down. To my intense surprise, it held. Annabeth wore a look of superior smugness.

"Force times the angle of the supports would allow it to sustain a measure of 5 point 3 on the Richter sc—"

I flipped over and closed my eyes.

Annabeth POV

The next day I bribed the receptionist into lending me his car and drove out to meet Rachel and Thalia. I wasn't sure if Silena would allow this but honestly I didn't care. One more minute with Percy and the hotel staff would have to sweep me off the floor.

They were sitting beside the Starbucks window waving furiously at me. Rachel's red hair was in a braid and Thalia's was loose around her shoulders. "Hey." I took a seat and Thalia pushed an iced frappuccino over to me. "We ordered, hope that's okay."

"It's fine, thanks." I took a sip. "You wouldn't believe how much I wanted to get out of there."

Rachel crinkled her eyebrows. "But you've only been there for one day."

"One day more than I wanted to." I swallowed an ice cube.

"So how is it over at the resort?" Rachel stirred her strawberry lemonade.

"Horrible." I told them everything.

When I finished, Thalia looked sympathetic, Rachel ecstatic. "You've—been—sleeping in the same bed as—Percy Jackson?"

"Yup." I sighed.

Thalia patted my back. Rachel looked at me like I was insane. "Why the hell did you put up a wall?"

Thalia rolled her eyes. "He's such a jerk. Why do you put up with him?"

"I know. I nearly went blind yesterday when he went out with no clothes on." I huffed.

Rachel looked like she was having a seizure. "You saw Percy Jackson naked?"

"Rach. Calm down. I'm about as excited as I was when Niall broke his leg." I told her.

"You're insane. Do you know how many girls would die to be in your place?" She went on, ignoring me.

Thalia cut in, "Well, at least the resort's nice. It sounds like a beautiful place."

"It is. You should come and stay for a few weeks. I like the movie…the storyline, anyway, and I met this guy…" I glanced up at them.

"Ooh, who? Is he hot?" Rachel stared intently at me.

"Yeah…his name is Luke and he's nineteen. He looks like a male model trust me." I smiled.

"I gotta meet him." Thalia said. We stood and tossed our trash.

"Let's go shopping!" Rachel sang, grabbing our hands and hauling us out.

"Please. I'm in no hurry to get back." I said, blanking out the image of Silena's furious face in my mind.

Three hours later I stumbled into the Royal Palm, dropping my heavy bags and rubbing my arms where the handles had cut into my skin. Percy wasn't in the cabin, which I was grateful. I shoved my bags in the corner and ordered dinner from room service. I curled up in a recliner and flipped on the TV, using my credit card to order more channels.

Percy came in halfway through a rerun of Pretty Little Liars. "What's up Wise Girl?"

I fixed him with a stony gray glare. "Don't call me that."

He glanced over the remains of the huge meal I'd consumed. "You know, that's a lot of food. It's a wonder you don't blow up like a balloon."

I scowled and grabbed the first thing I could reach. A plastic spoon. I chucked it at him, nailing him right in the jaw and leaving a smear of gravy on his mouth.

He licked it off his lips. "Huh. Not bad. It could use more salt though." A smile curling on his lips, he leaned in to me, pursing his lips. "Care to taste?"

"Don't be an ass."

"You have a fat ass," Percy added casually, testing how far he could push me. He wiped his lips with a napkin. "Hey, what's this?"

"What?" I looked over. Percy was snickering, dangling a garish yellow-and-purple leopard-print bra, the Victoria's Secret tags still hanging from it.

My cheeks reddened. I was going to kill Rachel for buying that. "Don't touch my stuff."

I grabbed the bra and stalked into the bathroom, vowing to burn the damn thing as soon as possible.

Percy POV

"She's insane. Completely nuts," I said to Grover. Beyond him I could hear Juniper playing the piano.

The guy just laughed. "How could she be insane? Are you sure that you're not the one crazy?"

I gritted my teeth. "Annabeth's the most annoying person I've ever met. She threw a spoon at me."

Grover just laughed, which sounded like a goat bleat over the phone. "She's a hugely famous, mega-hot actress. She can't be that bad. No, I don't like her, Juniper," he added over his shoulder.

I just scowled. Grover continued, "I can't believe you never told me about her. I mean, we've watched like all her movies."

"I need you to come break me out of here. Or kidnap me. Something." I glanced out at the horizon from my spot on the porch. The sun was slowly setting, painting the sea in a hundred shades of pink and orange.

"Oh, does the mighty Percy Jackson need saving from a girl?" Grover teased. I clenched my fist. Okay, I had a reputation with my friends for being the best with girls and just the fact that I was having trouble made it hilarious to them.

"This is different. I'd like to see you stand being with Annabeth and still being sane."

Grover laughed. I scowled and stabbed the end call button. Being near the sea usually calmed me. It was lucky I wasn't penned up with Annabeth in a penthouse or something with no ocean air. There was no telling what I'd do then.

Annabeth POV

I drummed my fingers against the bathroom door, clenching my iPhone impatiently. Pick up, pick up, please pick up.

Finally Silena answered. "Hey Annabeth, what's up?"

I got right to the point. "I can't do the movie. Silena, you need to get me out of here."

I heard a huge sigh on the other end. "Annabeth, we've talked about this. You signed the contract—"

"Not before I knew I'd be doing it with Percy!" I interrupted.

"Moot point. You're doing this movie. Give it another chance."

"No!"

I heard impatient tapping and then—"Fine."

"What?" I asked. Had she really agreed that quickly?

"I'll talk to Mr. D, but one thing—promise you'll give the movie one more chance. If in two weeks you still can't stand it, I'll get you out of there. Take it or leave it."

"Deal." I was already imagining being away from the resort.