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Percy was tired of being called seaweed brain by Annabeth. He knew she meant it as a term of endearment, but it still hurt his feelings. He felt like she didn't respect him or his intelligence. He decided to confront her about it one day after their training session at Camp Half-Blood.

"Hey, Annabeth, can we talk?" he asked, catching up with her as she walked towards the Athena cabin.

"Sure, what's up?" she said, smiling at him.

Percy took a deep breath and said, "Look, I don't like it when you call me seaweed brain. It makes me feel stupid and worthless. Can you please stop?"

Annabeth blinked in surprise and then laughed. "Oh, Percy, you're so cute when you're angry. You know I don't mean anything by it. It's just a nickname. I love you, seaweed brain."

She leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away. "No, Annabeth, it's not cute. It's not funny. It's not okay. You're hurting me every time you say it. And I don't think you love me. Not really."

Annabeth frowned and said, "What are you talking about? Of course I love you. You're my boyfriend. You're my hero. You're the son of Poseidon, for gods' sake."

"Exactly. I'm the son of Poseidon. Not some seaweed brain. And you're my girlfriend. Not my boss. Not my teacher. Not my critic. You're supposed to support me and encourage me and respect me. Not mock me and belittle me and insult me."

"Percy, you're being ridiculous. I'm not mocking you or belittling you or insulting you. I'm teasing you. It's what couples do. It's what friends do."

"Well, maybe we shouldn't be a couple then. Maybe we shouldn't be friends either."

Percy felt a surge of anger and sadness as he said those words. He knew he was being harsh, but he couldn't take it anymore.

Annabeth gasped and said, "Percy, are you breaking up with me?"

"Yes, Annabeth, I am breaking up with you."

He turned around and walked away, leaving her stunned and speechless.

He didn't know where he was going or what he was doing. He just wanted to get away from her and from everyone else.

He found himself at the edge of the lake, staring at the water. He felt tears stinging his eyes as he thought about what he had done.

He had broken up with Annabeth.

The girl he had loved for so long.

The girl he had fought alongside in countless battles.

The girl he had shared so many adventures with.

The girl who had called him seaweed brain.

He wondered if he had made a mistake.

He wondered if he had lost her forever.

He wondered if he would ever be happy again.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see who it was.

It was Clarisse.

The daughter of Ares.

The leader of the war cabin.

The bully of the camp.

The girl who hated him.

She stopped a few feet away from him and said, "Hey, Jackson, what are you doing here?"

Percy wiped his eyes and said, "None of your business, La Rue."

Clarisse smirked and said, "Oh, come on, don't be like that. I heard what happened with Chase. That's rough, man."

Percy glared at her and said, "How do you know about that? Were you spying on us?"

Clarisse rolled her eyes and said, "No, genius, I wasn't spying on you. The whole camp knows about it by now. Word travels fast around here."

Percy felt a pang of embarrassment and said, "Great. Just great."

Clarisse shrugged and said, "Hey, don't worry about it. It's not like anyone cares anyway."

Percy felt a pang of anger and said, "What do you mean by that?"

Clarisse sighed and said, "Look, Jackson, I'm not here to fight with you or make fun of you or anything like that. I'm here to help you."

Percy snorted and said, "Help me? Why would you want to help me? You hate me."

Clarisse shook her head and said, "I don't hate you, Jackson. I never hated you."

Percy looked at her incredulously and said, "You don't? Then why did you always act like you did? Why did you always pick on me and challenge me and call me names?"

Clarisse looked away and said softly, "Because I was jealous of you."

Percy felt a shock of surprise and said, "Jealous? Of me? What do you have to be jealous of?"

Clarisse looked back at him and said, "Everything. You're the son of Poseidon, one of the Big Three. You're powerful and brave and heroic. You're the leader of the prophecy. You're the savior of Olympus. You're the boyfriend of the smartest and prettiest girl in camp. You have everything I ever wanted."

Percy felt a surge of sympathy and said, "Clarisse, you don't have to be jealous of me. You have your own strengths and talents. You're the daughter of Ares, the god of war. You're strong and fierce and fearless. You're the leader of the war cabin. You're the winner of the chariot race. You have your own achievements and honors."

Clarisse smiled sadly and said, "Thanks, Jackson, but you don't have to lie to me. I know I'm not as good as you. I know I'm not as liked as you. I know I'm not as happy as you."

Percy shook his head and said, "Clarisse, you're wrong. You are as good as me. You are as liked as me. And you can be as happy as me."

Clarisse looked at him with a mix of hope and doubt and said, "Really? How?"

Percy took a step closer to her and said, "By being yourself. By being honest with yourself and with others. By being kind to yourself and to others. By being happy with yourself and with others."

He reached out his hand and said, "By being my friend."

Clarisse looked at his hand and then at his face. She saw sincerity and warmth in his eyes.

She hesitated for a moment and then took his hand.

She felt a spark of connection and friendship.

She smiled and said, "Okay, Jackson. I'll be your friend."

Percy smiled back and said, "Thank you, Clarisse. I appreciate it."

They stood there for a while, holding hands and looking at each other.

They felt a new bond forming between them.

They felt a new feeling growing in their hearts.

They wondered if it was more than friendship.

They wondered if they liked each other.

They wondered if they would ever be happy again.

They hoped they would.

The end.