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A/N: So did everyone enjoy the story from Annabeth's point of view? I liked it. I might throw that in every once in a while, if no one has any objections to it.

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After Annabeth had left, my mom, the doctor and the nurse crowded around my bed. My mom fussed, the nurse checked wires and the IV and the doctor pulled out the x-rays from a large beige folder.

"Percy, what did you do? You're in huge trouble. Punching a wall? And a stone wall? Why?" my mom scolded, taking Annabeth's seat.

"Mom – " I started to complain.

"Mrs. Jackson, I'd like to explain the x-rays if I may, before your son tells his tale." The doctor, whatever his name is, smiled at my mom.

"Please, go ahead." She waved at him.

"Percy, the bones in your left hand were severely broken. I guess you can say that it's an obvious side effect for punching a stone wall. We managed to set the bones back into place and put the cast on."

"How long will it be on?" I asked, staring at him through his black glasses.

"A month at the least."

"Perfect." I sighed.

"You brought this upon yourself." My mom snapped at me, lightly slapping my undamaged hand.

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'll let you two discuss this. I wish you a swift recovery, Percy. You can be discharged at the front desk." The doctor shook hand with my mom and left the room.

"Percy," the nurse began slowly, confusion obvious in her voice. "Why are the wires for the heart rate monitor on the floor?" she asked as she bent down and lifted them up. The wires dangled from her fingers.

The girl I like basically heard my heart racing when she touched me and I was trying to be slick by pulling them off. No big deal. "The beeping was getting on my nerves." I lied.

"Even so, you don't take these off," She said sternly. "They're on you for a reason."

"Okay." I nodded.

She left too, and my mom immediately turned to me, her nostrils flaring.

"Perseus Jackson, why the HELL would you punch a stone wall? Did I raise you to be so stupid?" my mom practically yelled.

"Mom! Honestly. I was pissed off – "

"You were angry." She butted in.

"Yeah," I raised my eyebrow. "I was pissed off – "

"You were angry." She growled.

"Holy God, Mom. I was ANGRY because I broke up with Rachel through a screaming match in the middle of the front courtyard."

"What?"

"And thus, the punching of the wall. At least it isn't my dominant hand, Mom."

"You broke up with Rachel?"

"Yes."

"Ohhh. Why? I liked her."

"She's been treating me and my friends like shit – "

"Badly."

I groaned, letting my head thunk against my pillow. "She's been treating me and my friends badly and I'm getting sick of it. On top of it, she's getting insanely jealous and thus treating An – " I caught myself. "Others badly too."

"So this deals with Annabeth too." My mom narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Mom – frig. Fine. Yeah, it does."

"What part does she play in this? She's the reason for Rachel's jealousy? What were you doing?"

"Mom – " I started to complain.

"Percy, you're a boy. Boys are stupid. Tell me what you did."

And so, I spilled the whole situation to my mom. She mainly nodded and listened.

"And you like Annabeth."

"Well, yeah. She's nice, funny – "

"I think you know what I mean."

There's just no getting around this.

"Yes, Mother. I like her." I sighed, letting my eyes drift to the ceiling, noticing how much I called her 'mom'. I mean, she is my mom, but I say it a lot. Holy cow. "I really, really like her."

"And you met her today."

"And I met her today."

"Aaah. The classic predicament."

"I don't really want to talk about it for now. Okay? I just want to go home." I cut her off, letting my hand rise and then fall. My fingers hit something hard. I leaned forward a bit and saw the remote with the call button. I smiled, the memory of twenty minutes ago floating back into my mind.

"Alright. Come on, squirt. Let's go." My mom patted my foot as she started to walk out the door. On her way out, she picked up my bag and cell phone. I threw the covers off of me and followed her out to the front foyer, pain twitching in my arm. I just breathed through it, because I'm going to have to deal with the same thing for the next month or so.

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After I got home, I literally kicked off my shoes, went up to my room and fell on my bed. Of course, I fell on my right side and rolled onto my back as to not irritate my broken side any further.

I can't believe it. I actually broke up with Rachel. Like, legit, broke up with Rachel. But it was because of how she was acting towards my friends, not just Annabeth. I nodded, attempting to convince myself. I then proceeded to hit myself on the forehead. I'm such a ditz. There's going to be so much drama at school tomorrow. Maybe I should just skip. That would at least give me breathing time. It'd be great, wouldn't it? No. I already said I'd be there tomorrow to Annabeth. I closed my eyes. I already promised Annabeth.

With that as my last thought, I fell asleep.

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Now you can see why it made those two lists, like I said at the beginning.

When I woke up, I felt so groggy and in pain that I wished for morphine. I managed to drag my sorry ass out of bed and throw on a bright purple t-shirt with neon colors splashed on the front (after a lot of swearing) and a pair of jeans. I tottered down the stairs after brushing my teeth and combing my hair so it didn't look like a bird had assaulted my head to get hair for its nest.

"Oh, honey, you're awake!" my mom rushed over once my foot touched the bottom stair.

"Yeah. I do have school, you know." I informed her. I wove around her and went into the kitchen. Ooooooooooooooh. Blue pancakes. Oooooooooooooooh.

"Awe, thanks, Mom!" I turned around and gave her a large one-armed hug.

"Of course! Anything for my damaged boy."

I sat down and wolfed down the food she set before me. I thanked God again for letting me think before punching with my dominant hand. Once I was done, I got up, kissed Mom on the cheek and ran upstairs to grab my bag. I slowly shoved my books inside and made my way down again.

"Oh hey. Why are you still home? Don't you have work?" I asked my mom as I shouldered my bag.

"I'm driving you today. C'mon, get in the car." She shooed me outside.

I complied and slid into the front seat, plopping my bag between my knees. My mom came out, her keys jingling in her hand. She opened the door, got in and buckled up. I clicked my seat belt into place as well. She started the car and we were on our way.

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The moment I closed the car door and turned towards the front doors, Nico and Bianca came at me with a vengeance. I had to hold Bianca back with my hand and push Nico with my foot to stop them from hurting my arm.

"Percy, what the frig is your problem, like what the hell? Honestly, you're such a dipshit – " Bianca was yelling just as her brother was raising his voice to say, "You stupid dumbshit, why didn't you tell me what the hell happened yesterday? I had to find out through rumors? Are they true? You better fill me in right now – "

"SHUT UP!" I roared.

They both fell silent and stopped moving. I dropped my appendages and turned to show them my cast.

"Oh shit, Percy." Bianca shook her head.

"Ooooh. Can I sign it?" Nico grinned at me. I frowned.

"Nico." Bianca nudged him. "Idiot. He broke his arm."

"Hand." I corrected. "But they still put this big cast on it."

"What the hell happened?" Nico prodded. I waved him off.

"I'll tell you guys, but you really need to: one, stop swearing at me, and two, calm down." I said. "Nico, can you help me out today with carrying stuff?"

"Yeah sure. As long as I can sign th – "

"You can sign the fucking cast, okay? Just help me the fuck out." I snapped.

"Whoa. Got it." He held his hands up like he was surrendering.

"Nico, get the fuck over here. I need to talk to you." Bianca snarled. She dragged her brother a few meters away and started freaking out at him, her arms waving wildly. I heard the words "broken hand", "Rachel", "drama", "you're an asshole", "supposed to be his friend", and "or else you'll have no dick when you wake up tomorrow." Seemingly satisfied, she walked back to me with Nico trailing after her like a beaten puppy.

"Okay, so you're going to explain everything to us later on. But until then, let's get you set up." Bianca said sternly. We made our way inside and I told them the basics: I broke up with Rachel, punched a stone wall, went to the hospital and then came home. Nico was still annoyed I hadn't told him earlier but Bianca shut him up. They assisted me with moving my binders from my bag to my locker and vice versa.

Just before the first bell rang, I heard my name. I looked over my shoulder and saw Annabeth and Grover jogging towards me. Annabeth was wearing a pair of black shorts today and a white tank top with silver reflective discs and a short blue cardigan along with a pair of black Havaiana flip flops. Grover was wearing khaki shorts and a white wife beater with leather sandals, his hair flopping into his eyes, as usual. Annabeth's hair was free and cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves. They caught up with us and Grover asked what happened immediately.

"Punched a wall and broke my hand." I told him.

"That was smart."

"I know. Probably one of the most brilliant things I've ever done."

"Agreed. I don't know how you're gonna top this one."

"Me neither."

"Does it hurt? Or did you get drugs for the pain this morning?" Annabeth cut in, eyeing my cast.

"It hurts a bit but not much. I didn't take anything today." I replied, meeting her eyes. She blushed a bit and looked away. Oh shit. She was probably there when Rachel and I blew up in the courtyard. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. She thinks I'm a stalker. Fuck my life.

"!" someone practically yelled in my ear.

"What the fu – CONNOR!" I punched him in the arm.

"Since when were you a gimp?" he pulled away and peered at my cast.

"Who's a gimp? Percy's a gimp? Why are you a gimp?" Travis came up on my other side and poked at my cast.

"Ouch! Don't touch it, you idiot. It's broken."

"Yeah, but why?" he laughed.

"I'm glad that you find my pain funny."

"Why is it broken, Percy?"

"I punched a stone wall."

Connor started laughing really hard. I rolled my eyes.

"Guys, come on. It's not that funny." Annabeth said defensively.

"You're right, dear Annabeth." Connor straightened up and slid up beside her. "I apologize, Mr. Jackson."

"Go die." I snapped as the bell rang.

"Harsh, harsh words, Perseus." Connor shook his head slowly. I stuck my tongue out at him. "Your gesture pierced me through the heart – how can you stand to be so cruel?" he cried, clutching his chest.

I slung my bag over my shoulder told everyone that I'd see them later, and walked to Civics with Nico. I know – you're probably confused. Basically, we have Day One's and Day Two's. Day One's are on odd days, (e.g. August 27th) where we have first period, second period, lunch, third then fourth. Day Two's are on even days, (e.g. August 28th) where we have second period, first period, lunch, fourth period third period. Don't ask me why, or how. It just works like that. My school is weird. And today, we're a Day Two.

"So you need to tell me the whole story. What happened?" Nico asked, genuinely concerned.

I eyed him and then sighed. During class, I retold the tale of my lovely afternoon but left out the call button part. Nico would flip two shits on me if he found out that I like Annabeth even though I just broke up with Rachel, even though he was there for the staring experience. So far, Grover's the only one who knows for sure. But that's with the hope that Annabeth doesn't know either.

"Wow. So that's why I heard about your screaming match. So you didn't punch her?"

"What?" I gaped at him.

"That's one of the rumors, bro."

"I didn't even touch her!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. Half the class turned and stared at me then whispered to each other.

I swore and ran my hand through my hair angrily. I. Hate. High School.