Annabeth POV
I know how much of a girly girl bitchacho nacho I sound like by saying this, but I can't help it. Here goes.
I feel neglected by Percy.
You heard me, well, read the words above. If you didn't its on the line up there^.
He hasn't been around as much, and when he is, its not for long and he barely even holds my hand. He's been so absorbed in having a sister, and his band, and swimming that he barely even says 'Hi' anymore. At least his sister does.
"Annabeth!" Bobby shouts from the top of the stairs, "Mathew won't give me my Lego!"
"Its both of your Lego. There's this wonderful word called 'Sharing'. You should try it sometime." I tell him, digging my hand in the bowl of buttery popcorn, and shoving it into my mouth.
"Annabeth." Helen, my 'ugly' step-mother scolds me. "be nice."
I want to tell her to shut up. That she doesn't understand. That she's not my mother. That I don't care if she tells dad. And that by her telling Dad, she's showing she has no power over me. Wassup 'The Labyrinth' reference. I love that movie.
And I do exactly that, and for once I win the argument. Wanna know why? She doesn't say anything.
I storm off the couch (can you even do that?) and upstairs with my bowl of popcorn under my arm.
I fling myself onto my bed, spilling some of the popcorn on my journey. Ugh! My beloved popcorn! What shall I do without you?
I sit up and put the popcorn back in the bowl, and continue to place the bowl on my bedside table.
"Annabeth?" My dad knocks on my door, slowly opening it, as if I might attack him, which honestly I am contemplating.
He see's me sitting on my bed, and I must look pretty miserable because he comes over and gives me a hug.
I immediately find comfort and warmth in the hug. Its something I haven't had in a while.
"Tell Dad whats wrong." Dad says over my shoulder. I start to cry. We haven't had a heart to heart since Mum left. It's complicated so let me break it down for you folks who can't comprehend complicated things .
My Mum left my Dad when I was four to go over to the other side of the world to become an architect in Europe. It hurt. I had to grow up without a motherly figure in my life... Until Helen came along. But that just made everything worse. She hated me, because I wasn't her child. She despised me because I wasn't her's, and because she thought I was a potential threat to her relationship with Dad. Soon Bobby and Matthew came along, and all Dad's attention went to them. Every time I had him to myself for five minutes, someone else came along and ruined it, complaining that Dad wasn't paying much attention to them *coughbobbymatthewhelencough*
"Percy hasn't been paying attention to me much these days. He's so captured in his band and and..."I stammer, "And Helen is just getting worse and worse. And you're not listening to me and..."
"Shh. Take a deep breath, and calm down Annie." He says.
I do what he says and try again. "You're not really paying attention to me. And neither is Percy. Do you even know whats going on with my band?"
"You're in a band?" He asks stupidly. I gasp in shock.
"Yes! I have been for a while! You see what I mean? We got into boot camp in California in the Battle Of Bands!" I say, getting up and shooing him out the door, "Like you'd care anyways."
*.*
The next day, everything was awkwardly silent. Dad didn't speak to me, he looked sad instead. Percy didn't text to ask if I wanted a ride to school, like he does almost every morning, accept the ones his Mum drops him off, and I know when she does because he texts me the night before saying so. Bobby and Matthew don't talk to me. Helen doesn't talk to me either.
Well good. I don't need them anyways.
Strolling into school, my grey backpack slung over my shoulder, I head towards my locker.
"Annabeth!" I ignore it, and change my books.
"Annabeth!" The voice sounded so much closer, and more familiar than I wanted it to be
"Annabeth." Percy says, leaning against the locker next to me, "Hey."
I slam my locker shut. Just as I' about to turn away, something tugs on my skull. My hair is caught in my locker.
"Here, lemme help."Percy offer's, his fingers about to hit the dial on the lock. I glare at him..
"I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself,thanks Percy." I say coldly, opening my locker and untangling my hair.
"What's wrong?" Percy asks, giving me the big eyes. Ugh! Why does it have to look so cute?
"Nothing. I have to get to class."I say rudely, pushing and shoving my way around students that are either at their lockers or on their way to their locker.
"ANNABETH!"
(-0.0-)
At lunch, I got to our table first. I began eating my sandwich and apple, when someone put their bag down beside me. Can't be Thalia, because I would've heard her shoes. Can't be Calypso, because she would have said Hello. Can't be Piper because I would smell her perfume. And it can't be Paisley because she would've hugged me.
I look up an d stare into the sea green orbs that belong to none other than my boyfriend, Percy. (Duh, if you didn't pick that up already)
"Annabeth..."He sighs, "It took me a while, but I figured out why you've been acting strange."
"Really?" I ask sarcastically.
"You're mad at me because I haven't been spending much time with you, so I got everyone to sit at the table over there." He says, shifting my bag so its next to his on the floor. I look over my shoulder to find Thalia, Piper, Calypso and Paisley sitting with Percy's friends.
I sigh and look at Percy.
"Sorry for neglecting you."He says sincerely, "Sorry for not paying attention to you. Sorry for not being a good boyfriend. Sorry for not-"
"Percy?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
A/N
Tada! Am I awesome, or am I awesome? AN UPDATE! AND ITS EARLY!
School sucks. We have an RE assessment (Religious Education) due at the end of nextt ime we have RE. All the other classes haven't even started, and they get to take theirs home and three periods at school from when the teacher gives it to them from when the teacher gets them back in. I however have five periods in class. No more no less. I would have six, but my class stuffed it up. Yay. Not. They are so annoying!
Rant over.
~KaleidoscopeColours
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