A/N: If that wasn't intense shit, then I don't know what is.

I wonder, what could be up next? Hmmmmm….

I was to give a special thanks to Autumnleaftrack and Dancing in the Minefield for the many reviews throughout the story. =]

400 review guys! *BOOM* you know what that noise was? The sound of my mind BLOWING.

I love you all.

P.S. I started a Fiction Press account and wrote a story of my own! =] Tell me what you think; please read and review! Here's the link to the story: .com/s/2938234/1/Worlds_Away I'm getting chapter 2 up soon. It'd mean the world if you'd check it out!

Oh yeah, there's some more stuff in here that explains why this story is rated T. Just saying.

And just so you know, this is more about Percy starting to unravel. Not much of plot movement (or is there?), at least in my opinion.

ON WITH THE SHOW

-SLTF

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It was a long walk home. And it was a long nine days that I decided to stay home and play the flu card. I seemed to actually be sick though; I would throw up at random times, I had a fever and was constantly sweating and shaking at the same time.

I remained quarantined until the next Friday night, when I finally felt better; physically, not emotionally. That's when I whipped out my cell phone, texted someone who wasn't a close friend, but was close enough, and demanded to know who the hell was having a party tonight.

Allen Carter came the response. Then I got the address. All I needed was some booze, and I was set there.

I used the excuse of going to have a sleepover at Grover's, and my mom let it slide after a half an hour argument. I went upstairs and put on a baggy black sweater with a white shirt underneath, clean jeans and I even tossed on a green baseball cap, twisting it backwards. I grabbed my backpack and rifled through my closet, pulling out a half empty bottle of Absolut Vodka and a six pack of beer. I shoved them angrily into my bag, before tossing another shirt over top so that if it was opened, it wouldn't be obvious what I was going to do.

The house was about a fifteen minute walk, which I enjoyed the entire time. I hadn't been outside in more than a week, and it was cooling off now that we were into fall. A breeze washed over me, making my breath catch in my throat. I forced myself to breathe properly again as I forged ahead. By this time it was maybe 9:30. Yes, I realize that mostly losers would be there, but I don't give two shits. I just want to get plastered and forget everything right now. Forget my mistakes, forget Annabeth's, and Luke's, and Callie's.

But most of all, mine.

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"Percy, slow down, man!" someone said sternly. I waved them off as I took three more shots of tequila, the alcohol clawing its way down my raw throat.

"Naw, don't slow down! Shut up, Jon! Look at him go!" some other guy laughed loudly over the trembling bass, slapping me on the shoulder. I almost hurled then and there but managed to keep it in.

You aren't puking tonight, I told myself. You're gonna keep it allllllllll in.

I stood up from my seat at the long wood table, bumping it with my knees as I clumsily moved away. Another guy roared in my ear and I felt myself spinning, spinning, spinning, landing, landing on softness, so soft.

"Someone's a little wasted tonight," Words filled with laughter, but also soft, soft like what I was lying on, was this a couch, I don't know, it's awfully soft.

Soprano bells chimed as something warm and nice-smelling brushed my arm. I finally made my eyes focus. I was on a couch, a comfy couch but not as comfy as the one on Blue's Clues, that one's probably more comfy than this couch here, it would be nice to lie on. And there was a girl next to me, with pretty eyes, she had nice eyes. So pretty. And blue. Not gray, that's good, I don't like gray. What a stupid colour, gray. Isn't it a shade?

"I'm Ashton. We're in Civics together," she opened her pretty lips and the soprano bells sang again as she laughed.

"Riiiight." I slurred, my eyes slowly trailing the long, light, straight, highlighted, pretty, soft-looking hair that fell over her shoulders.

Her lips turned upwards and I stared at her perfect Cupid's Bow and straight teeth before dragging my gaze to hers.

Wow. If that wasn't a 'come fuck me' look, then I was the Queen of England. And I was NOT the Queen of England.

Slender hands slid slowly, softly down my arm to my uncasted hand, fingers entwined with mine, pulling me up, leading me away. Passing through halls and crowded rooms, some guys hooting at me as I drunkenly followed Ashton up the stairs. She gave them a sexy smirk and raised her red cup in acknowledgment. I just felt myself grinning.

The first two rooms were already occupied. The third room was a success. Dark and with a bed. That's all she needed, apparently. Ashton tossed away her cup, turned, grabbed my collar and practically dragged me into the room. I kicked the door shut, and darkness welcomed us with cool, open arms. The only light was faint and coming from the window on the opposite wall, sitting just above a long window seat. Darkened silver lit the seat, the cushion sporting green, pink and white stripes.

Ashton followed my gaze, her heavy breathing filling my ears. She looked back at me and I saw, in the faint light, a smile.

"I've always wanted to do it on a window seat," she breathed in my ear. I almost collapsed right there. Was this actually happening? Indeed it was; she sauntered to the seat, but backwards so she faced me the whole time. I followed like a puppy, captivated by her seductive movements.

In a moment, we were feet apart, inches, centimeters. Then she reached up and pulled me down, her lips meeting mine.

From there, it was a blur.

Lips touching, hands gliding, heavy breathing, shaking legs.

She pushed me down onto the cushion. I watched her take a step back and reach down to grasp the hem of her shirt. I blinked and it was in a crumpled pile in the shadows. I stared at her body, which suddenly was close, so close, too close. She pressed me until my back was against the window, a shock of cold travelling along my shoulders and spine. Her legs were on either side of me now, straddling my waist, and now we're kissing again, and it's hard to breathe. The pads of the fingers of my right hand traced soft skin of her sides, up her back, to the clasp of her bra. I froze and moved them instead to her hair.

"Percy," she sighs as she pulls away. I capture her mouth with mine again, tongues dancing. Her nimble fingers work off my sweater and shirt, not fazed by the cast, now they're gone too, tossed into the shadows as well. I'm cold, yet hot all over and I'm being swept away in the lustful craving that was gnawing inside. She bucks her jean-clad hips against mine and a groan escapes me. She bites on my lip before letting go slowly.

"Just take me already." she whispers as her fingers dance to the top of my pants.

The door slams open. "JAMIE! JAMIE! ARE YOU IN HERE?"

Ashton twists to yell at the intruder, who retreats quickly, and cymbals clang, crash, bang and squeal in my head.

"I can't do this," I gasp, making her turn back to me, confusion scrawled upon her face. "I'm sorry-"

"Are you kidding me?" she said in disbelief.

I look up at her and see lustful passion now mixed with disappointment and a tinge of anger in her eyes.

"Look, I just, I can't right now, I –"

"Yes, you can." Ashton leaned forward and kissed me roughly. We're locked in embrace once more, and her hand goes to my button again.

I pull away. "No, I can't."

"You sound like a girl."

"I haven't had the best track record recently with girls-"

"I'm not looking for a relationship," Ashton laughed softly. "Just a good time."

"I really can't." I pushed her off my lap and stood up. I stumbled to the shadows to find our shirts. I pulled mine on and gave her hers. She made no move to redress.

"Are you sure?" she inquired, every word teasing me as she slid her hands behind her. "You can just watch, and play when you want."

"Can't." I repeated again, grabbing her arms to pull them in front of her before she could take off her bra. "I'm sorry, Ashton."

"Another time, Percy," she smiled brilliantly and chucked my chin with a finger. "And I look forward to it."

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I stumbled from the dark room into the lit hallway and some guy steadied me with a laugh.

"You get a quickie?" he asked.

"Huh?" I said, but he just laughed again and peeked into the room. He didn't look very familiar. He had floppy, curly brown hair and green eyes. Did he even go to my school?

"Woo! With Ashton, huh? Must've been a good one." he whistled.

"What?" I repeated.

"Sean!" Ashton emerged behind me with a grin. "How are you, babe?"

"Hey, Ashton!" he pulled her into a one-armed hug. "You give Percy here a good time?"

"Are you kidding me? More like the other way around," Ashton said without skipping a beat. "Did you not hear me screaming from downstairs? The boy really knows how to work it."

I stared at her. She met my gaze with strong blue eyes and smirked.

"Hahaha! Way to go, man." he clapped me on the shoulder.

"Uh, yeah. I'm getting a drink." My fuzzy tongue made it hard to get words out coherently. I started to go down the stairs before turning back to Ashton. "You want one?"

She raised her eyebrows, surprised, before smiling. "Sure. I'll see you later, Sean."

"Bye now!" Sean left with a wave.

"C'mon, Perce. I'll make you a special drink." Ashton grinned up at me.

"Why didya cover for me there? You could've outed me." I asked bluntly as we took the stairs slowly, her propping me up more than the other way around.

"Because," she stated simply. "I'm looking forward to the date that those words come true." As we reached the bottom of the stairs, she pushed me against a nearby wall and stood on her tiptoes. "But just because we're not going that far yet doesn't mean we can't do this," she giggled before pressing her lips to mine once more.

Some time later, we made our way to the drink table, and Ashton stepped in to mix a mysterious drink she named 'the WMN'.

"WMN?" I asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"What's My Name," she responded with an evil smile. "Because you'll be so fucking gone, you won't know what it is."

"Sounds groovy." I took the glass she handed to me. It was blueish brown. I took a sip. "Questionable looking, but good." My head already was starting to pound. The WMN was doing its work.

"Well enjoy. I sorry I gotta dip, but I promised to meet my friends," she smiled apologetically. "I'll see you around?"

"For sureee." I replied. She gave me a kiss before slipping away with a wave of her fingers.

That was interesting. I took another sip from the cup. And another. And another. I stumbled off to find someone to talk to.

Next thing I knew, I was out in the backyard, face down in the grass, with a piercing knife driving into the backs of my eyeballs. I had no pants, one sock, and my sweater. My hat was lying a few feet away.

I let out a long slow groan and pushed myself up into a sitting position. My stomach decided to protest the movement and I heaved into the grass beside me. Head pounding, I crawled forward, squinting, to the pool that I hadn't even noticed was there. I splashed water on my face and in my mouth before spitting it out. I'd rather taste chlorine then vomit.

I saw that there were some other kids laying around too. Only I seemed to be missing my clothes, though. I picked up my hat, shoved it on, and shakily stood. I took my time scanning the backyard for my jeans, with no luck. I opened the sliding glass door and saw even more kids thrown around the room as if a God had decided to toss them around like dolls. I finally spotted my jeans in the clutches of some girl in grade ten. Cringing, I slowly pulled them out of her grasp and quickly shoved them on.

I struggled to remember how I ended up on the grass outside. I remembered flashes of some girl and a window seat, and then a drink. She called it… ESPN? No, WMN. What's My Name.

Forget my name, what the fuck happened last night?

I sighed and made my way to the kitchen. I was starving, and needed something in my stomach before I hurled again. I made myself a BLT minus the B and wolfed it down. With a jolt, I realized I didn't have my phone. I shoved my hands into my jean pockets and let out a sigh when I pulled it out, undamaged.

I had a few text messages and seven missed calls. Uh oh. I opened the texts first.

One was from Annabeth: Who the fuck do you think you are!

HOLY SHIT. I smacked myself in the forehead, swore because it hurt, then swore some more when I realized I must have angry-drukenly texted her. I check the second one.

Annabeth again: Go to hell, Percy.

The third and last text message made me wish I had died of alcohol poisoning last night.

It was from Luke. Are you fucking kidding me? You start railing on me and Annabeth when you had done the exact same fucking thing with MY girlfriend at the time? FUCK YOU JACKSON don't fucking talk to me again FUCK like you had the balls to say that shit?

Trembling, I checked the missed calls. Three from Luke, four from Annabeth. I then noticed I had five voicemails.

I didn't want to listen to those messages just yet. I frantically scrolled to my Sent messages. I had sent two to Annabeth, with many spelling mistakes, say how she was a slut and other profane things that made me want to break my other hand. I found the text I sent to Luke, explaining in detail how Callie and I had had our own fun.

Great.

Just fucking perfect.

This sucks.

Also, I'm still missing my other sock.