I'm invisible, that's just what I am. I blend in, no one ever sees me. I'm average, brown hair, not too tall, not too short, not fat, not too skinny either. I'm just average. But it's better that way. The only person who has ever been able to pick me out of a crowd was Josh.

Do you know what it's like to fall in love with someone you can't have? Like your best friend for example. The best friend. Who tells you everything. Who doesn't know you like him? And who indirectly tells you it's never going to happen. Breaking your heart, not knowing they did.

Deedee. Stupid Deedee.

He tells you all his secrets. You tell him all yours. Except for one.

I love you.

Three words, eight letters. Say it and I'm yours. Those are the famous words that Blair Waldorf told Chuck Bass.

Three words, eight letters.

I love you.

Of course, Chuck didn't tell her that he loved her, and instead watched as he lost the love of his life to another man.

But do you know what it's like to finally work up the courage to tell him you love him, and before you can he interrupts you and tells you that he's in love. With a Deedee.

A Deedee.

Stupid Deedee.

And the worst thing is, you've been in love with him longer than he's known her. Which is completely unfair.

He's your best friend! And this slut suddenly comes and steals him from you? Even worse, a slut you don't even know so you can't show her who's boss.

Even worse? He has to fall in love with a mortal.

"Hey, Cammie!" Said Josh, nearing her. His shirt had a few burnt wholes from him trying to climb the lava wall and failing.

"Hi Josh," I responded with a sigh. I had barely slept last night because I spent all night thinking about stupid Josh and stupid Deedee.

Yesterday was the first time I had seen Josh since December. It was in December that Josh had told me that he was in love with a mortal named Deedee. And I still can't get over it.

"Cammie, I need to tell you something." His eyes glimmered with excitement. "You'll be so happy for me! So during school I-"

But I never got to hear what happened during school, because my older half-sister, Annabeth Chase, came towards and said to me, "Cammie we need to talk." Her voice was serious and a little sad as if she pitied me.

"Annabeth," I ask a little bit scared, because anything that made the great Annabeth Chase act like this, must be terrible, "Annabeth what's wrong? What happened?"

"I'm sorry Cammie," She said, with tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry."

I let her take a confused me to the Big House, where Chiron waited for them.

"Chiron!" I shouted as soon as I saw him, "What happened? What's wrong?"

He looked at me a little sadly, but then said, "Cammie, we have bad news."

My heart pounded. What happened?

Annabeth held my hand, as Chiron continued, "A few monsters tried to track you down, but got to your house instead." My heart beat faster. My dad. My stepmom. Were they okay?

"They got him, Cammie. I'm sorry. Your stepmom managed to escape, barely alive. Your father protected her. He died a hero."

Annabeth squeezed my hand, but I couldn't believe it. My dad couldn't be dead. He couldn't. Only yesterday he was saying goodbye and giving me chocolates and hugging me a million times before we parted. He couldn't be dead.

"It will be okay Cammie," Annabeth's soothing voice said, "It will be okay."

My fist slammed into the table as hot tears ran down my cheeks, "No! You're wrong! He's ok. My dad's alive. He's probably at home waiting for a letter, you filthy liars!"

I ran towards the door and left. Running away from the house as fast as possible. I went through the forest, trying to put distance between me and the camp. But I smashed into something- no, someone. And crashed towards the floor.

"I'm sorry!" I cried, sobbing, and tried to wipe the tears off my cheek. I had run into some guy.

"No, it's okay." But then he looked at my puffy red eyes and at the tears that are rolling down my cheeks and asked, "hey, what's wrong?" His sea-green eyes met mine and I immediately knew I was talking to the Percy Jackson. The savior of Olympus.

I was suddenly embarrassed that the Percy Jackson was witnessing me cry, and again attempted to wipe the tears that were rolling down my cheeks, but to no avail.

"It's-it's nothing," I mutter.

"It's nothing if you're crying in the middle of the forest." And then he gave me a warm smile that instantly made my heart lighten. That's the effect Percy Jackson has on people. Just his smile could make anyone happy.

"You're Cammie, right?" And held out his hand, I took it and he gave me a sweet hug. It's wasn't romantic, but more like a heart-warming one. One that was meant to make someone feel better, and it did.

"Yeah," I sniffled, "how did you know?"

"Annabeth described you," He said, not knowing the effect that had on me.

Annabeth described me? Did she talk about me to her boyfriend? The legendary Annabeth Chase has talked about me to her legendary boyfriend?

"R-really?" I blushed.

"But what's wrong? What happened?" He asked with his voiced laced with concern.

"I-I," my voice broke, but I continued talking, "I just got bad news about my dad."

Immediately, tears flooded down my cheeks. Percy, thank goodness, didn't press on the matter, and instead asked, "you want to go back?" And I nodded.

He leads me through the darkened of the forest. I didn't realize how deep into it we were until he was leading me out.

As soon as we reached the cabins, we were met by Annabeth Chase and Chiron.

"Cammie!' She shouted, "Where were you?!" But then she seemed to notice Percy and exclaimed furiously, "Percy! What are you doing with her? I've been looking for you all day!"

But then Percy took her hand, and Annabeth's expression softened.

"I'm sorry Annabeth. I took a stroll into the woods and got lost. I finally find the path again, just to run into her." And he pointed at me.

Then, her attention was brought back to me, "Cammie! I was worried sick! You can't just run off like that." But underneath her angry expression, you could see relief written in her face.

She grabbed my hand and said, "Go to sleep Cammie."

As soon as she said that, my eyes felt droopy and exhaustion took over me. Annabeth led me to our cabin and as soon as my body touched the bed mattress, I fell asleep.

But of course, I was a demigod, so with sleep came nightmares.

I was in a familiar house. My house. My home.

I saw a familiar figure sitting in our kitchen table. My father. And he seemed to be writing a letter. I walked towards him, not really sure of what to do. I looked over his shoulder at the piece of paper he was writing on. It was addressed to me.

Curiosity took over me, and I attempted to read the letter, but then his head snapped up, and he looked around. His eyes met mine for a second, but then he shook his head and went back to writing.

I had a bad feeling, fear was creeping up on me. I tried to shake my dad, to tell him to go. But it was like he couldn't even feel it.

Suddenly, my stepmother came into the room with a smile.

"Matthew! I come bearing good news." My father smiled at her with all the love in the world. It made me forget about the bad feeling I had in my stomach.

"What happened Rachel?" He asked with a smile.

My stepmom continued and said, "well, I got a -" but I never got to hear what Rachel got, because all of the sudden, glass was flying everywhere, and there was a man in a black suit standing in front of where the window used to be.

Rachel was knocked out on the floor, bleeding. She had deep cuts and there was glass stuck in her stomach, she was losing a lot of blood, very fast. My dad was also on the floor, had a huge gash on his forehead, and also had glass sticking out of his leg.

He crawled towards my stepmother and with a lot of pain, he stood up. And said to the man, "If you want to get her, you're going to have to get through me first."

The man laughed, and with a chill, I realized he only had one eye. A Cyclops.

"We're here for the girl!" His deep voice bellowed. "WHERE IS SHE?"

But my dad had the decency to smile, but immediately flinched in pain, but he said, "You're too late. She's gone."

In the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel awake, her eyes alert. She was looking around in horror, and slowly crawling away, towards the door. I tried to move to help her, but suddenly my feet were stuck. All I could do was miserably watch the scene unfold in front of me.

"Ah!" The cyclops shouted in annoyance, and added, "A few of my brothers and sisters are coming. Hear my words weak mortal, we will take the girl, and we will feast on her body!"

I saw my dad's hand in his pocket, and Rachel was almost at the door. My dad took out whatever was in his pocket, and I realized with a shock that it was a gun. But my dad knew that a gun couldn't hurt a cyclops.

The cyclops laughed, "You puny mortal! Your weapons can't hurt us."

But my dad aimed at the cyclops's forehead and pulled the trigger.

The cyclops screamed in pain and doubled-over, evidently, he was not expecting to be hurt. But the only way someone could hurt a monster was with Celestial Bronze, but how did my dad get Celestial Bronze bullets?

My dad shot again at the Cyclops and it disintegrated into dust.

My dad looked at my stepmother, who was panting and already at the door. He ran towards her, limping, and picked her up. My legs unfroze, and I could suddenly move again.

My dad's leg still had glass sticking out, but with a surge of adrenaline, he opened the door and ran as fast as he could.

He ran through the forests behind our house when suddenly, a bright light replaced our house. I realized a jolt that the other cyclopses had arrived and that they had set my house on fire.

My dad unexpectedly stops running and lay down on his knees. I could see the hopelessness in his eyes. He knew it was the end. He had no chance against monsters, he wasn't a demigod. But he was a strategist. And he knew to always plan ahead.

He searched for something on the floor, and then at the foot of a tree, he pulled a lever. Now, there was a square four feet wide hole where there used to be a bunch of dirt and leaves.

My dad gently lowered my stepmother inside and then dropped her. He then pulled the lever again, and the hole was gone.

I knew what he was planning. A diversion. He was going to lead the cyclopses away from Rachel.

"Dad, dad. I love you. Don't do it." I sobbed, tears sliding down my cheeks. But it seemed as if he didn't hear me, since with his hand he ripped off the glass stuck in his leg, and sprinted toward the direction of the cyclopses.

There was half a dozen, and my dad took his gun out and shot one of them, that one immediately disintegrated into dust. The rest were now aware of my dad's presence.

"Puny mortal!" A cyclops bellowed, "you dare murder our leader? We will destroy you and everything you love!"

My dad suddenly sprinted the opposite direction of where Rachel was.

The cyclopses laughed and one of them shouted, "you can run! But you can't hide!" And the rest of the cyclopses laughed.

They easily caught up to my dad. One of them grabbed him and threw him with all his force to a tree.

"NO!" I screamed, sobbing. I tried to step in front of the cyclopses, but again, my legs were frozen and I could do nothing.

Somehow, the impact didn't kill him. On the ground, he twitched and tried to move away. He must have had most of his bones broken.

A female cyclops came towards him and grabbed my father's broken body. I sobbed from the spot I was standing and screamed at that stupid Cyclops to let him go, but again, no one heard me.

The cyclops laughed and said, "puny mortal," And broke my dad's neck.

I screamed as my dad's limp body fell on the ground, and my legs suddenly unfroze. I ran towards my dad and held him. There was blood everywhere. He face was barely recognizable from the bruises and the blood, but it was my dad.

I sobbed over his dead body, and the Cyclops left, trying to look for my stepmother.

"I'm sorry daddy! I'm sorry I didn't protect you!" I sobbed.

And then, I woke up.

He really is dead. That was my first thought when I woke up. I could feel tears running down my cheeks, I almost screamed.

My dad was dead. My dad, my hero. He was gone.

Chiron let me stay in bed that day. Josh came to visit, but I just wasn't in the mood to talk. I can't believe that just one day earlier I was worried about him liking me. But he brought me my favorite chocolate, so at least I had that.

At around 4:00 pm, Chiron visited me and asked me if I wanted to visit my stepmother in the hospital.

I wanted to. Rachel was the closest thing to a mother I ever had since Athena was never really there. But she was always there for me, she was never a bad stepmother. The opposite actually, she was really awesome. And besides, she made my dad happy, and that's all I really wanted.

But he's dead now. My dad is dead.

I told Chiron I was going to visit her, and next thing I know is that I'm in a van headed towards Roseville, Virginia.

~ Line Break

"Rachel!" I shout, looking at the injured woman lying in a hospital bed.

"Cammie!" She said, but flinched, as if talking hurt. "Oh, Cammie. Your dad. He-he's…" But she struggled to say it.

"Dead," I muttered. "He's dead."

Rachel looks at me and starts sobbing. I was holding back tears, but I had to be strong. For Rachel, for me.

Okay. One thing about my dad. He was a CIA agent. He was a strategist and a pavement artist. He actually caught Athena's attention during an undercover mission. Rachel was a CIA agent too. They met when they had to work on a mission together after I was born of course.

I did my best to comfort Rachel, but no amount of comforting can help a heartbroken woman. I may have lost my father, the person I loved the most in my life, but Rachel lost the love of her life. We were both hurts, end of discussion.

"I'm so sorry Cammie. I should have helped him. I should have-" her voice cracked, "I should have saved him."

I shook my head, tears threatening to come out. "No, no. There was nothing you could have done."

She nodded, and then, we just held each other.

"Rachel," I said cautiously, "I-I had this dream. I saw what happened. Everything." Rachel simply nodded, she was familiar with demigod dreams. "How did you get out?"

She sighed, before sitting up and answering, "That little room your dad put me in, he made it years ago. In there, there was a flashlight, and then there was a passageway that took you to the city. After that, it was fairly easy to get into the hospital." She smiled at me. But her eyes were laced with concern.

"They were after me, weren't they?" Rachel nodded, "but why? I'm nothing special. I'm a pathetic excuse of a demigod."

"Don't say that sweetie." She grabbed my hand and squeezed it with affection, "You are the strongest person I've ever met."

A tear rolled down my cheek as the doctors came in to tell me I had to go. I didn't want to go. A nurse told me softly that I had to leave. But before I could go, Rachel stopped me and said, "Wait! One last thing."

She gave me a crumpled sheet of paper she had apparently been hiding, and whispered, "I love you, Cammie. Goodbye."

And then, the nurses took me away.

Dear Cammie,

I know you've been at camp for only a day or so, but it feels like you've been gone for millennia. I already miss you so much.

How's camp? Have you told Josh you liked him yet? Yes, I know you haven't told me about your little crush, but I'm an ex-CIA agent. If I hadn't known, what would that say about me? ANYWAYS, if he ever hurts you, I swear I will kill him.

In other news, Our trip to Greece in Winter has been confirmed. We bought the tickets and all. Also, your cousins are coming and we bought an extra ticket in case Josh wants to go. I mean, you've been best friends for years, and I know his parents really well so there's less chance that he's a psychopath. But you never know.

This letter might not make any sense, at all really, but I'm just writing nonsense because I miss you and I love you and I can't wait to see you again. I will send letters as much as possible and send pictures. Rachel really misses you too, and- oh! She's coming into the kitchen right now!

I love you so much sweetie and I hope you have a good summer. Don't forget about

"No, no, no, no, no, NO!" I shout, as tears stream down my cheeks.

I reread the letter a million times, finding comfort in my father's messy handwriting. It was just a short letter, but at the current moment, it was as if my whole life depended on it.

"Cammie," Annabeth's soft voice said. "You need to come outside and do activities. Dionysus is starting to get a little bit mad."

"I'm coming," I said, hiding my crumpled piece of paper. I haven't shown it to anyone yet. Right now, it was my safe haven.

During the day, most of my friends avoided me. They didn't want to deal with a grieving daughter. Even Josh was acting a bit strange too. It sucked, they either pitied me or avoided me.

But the activities were a good distraction. Specially sword-fighting and climbing the lava wall. For the first time in my life, I actually climbed it perfectly without getting burned.

I decided to head back to the arena in my free time since all my friends sucked and I wasn't ready to be completely alone in my bed yet. I attacked the dummy with all the force I could muster. I slashed and gashed, putting all the sadness I've felt over my father's death and all the anger I've felt for not being there to protect him into my sword. In no time, the poor dummy was completely destroyed.

"What did that poor dummy do to you?" An unfamiliar voice asked.

I abruptly turn around to face a boy I've never met before.

He had dark brown hair and was tall, but slightly shorter than Josh. He had an attractive build, not too bulky, with broad shoulders and dark eyes. He had a smirk on his face, and he wore jeans with a Camp Half-blood T-Shirt.

"Nothing," I muttered and attacked another dummy.

"So… Gallagher Girl," He started. As soon as he said that, I stopped attacking the dummy and turned around to face him in shock.

"How do you know what school I go to?" I was surprised, to say the least. I've never told anyone I went there, not even Josh.

"Spy," He smirked, pointing at himself.

I glared at him until he sighed and said, "I'm a son of Hermes." Which was still a vague explanation, but made a little bit more sense.

"I'm Zach," He said, but I ignored him.

I went back to attacking the dummy, but Zach just wouldn't leave me alone. He kept joking around and smirking in an I-know-something-you-don't kind of way.

After some time, I got tired of him bothering me and I threw my sword at him. He easily deflected it.

"Wow, Gallagher Girl. Easy there," He said with his stupid easygoing smile.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, not sorry at all, "But I'm just not in the mood."

His expression changed. Instead of the usual cockiness, I saw actual concern. But it was gone in a second.

"I'm sorry about your dad." He said, finally.

I nodded and went back to ignoring him.

I turned around again to question him and ask him again how the heck he knew I went to the Gallagher Academy, but he was gone.

After the bonfire, I was walking towards my cabin when I was ambushed by a now-familiar boy.

"Zach!" I hissed. "What are you doing?"

Even though the darkness, I could see his smirk.

He said, "Come on Gallagher Girl. I want to show you something."

He held out his hand for me to grab, but I hesitated. I could get in trouble for this. I was breaking curfew.

Fuck curfew.

I grabbed his hand and he smiled before leading me into the forest.

I had never gone into the forest at night. I had never gone into the forest with a handsome, mysterious boy leading me.

Zach took me ways I had never known before. We walked for what seemed like hours and a lot of miles. Until we reached a beautiful lake.

"Zach, where are we?" I asked, looking around at the beautiful paradise.

"A small lake. I found it a few weeks back. I showed Percy Jackson, and he told me to keep it a secret for some reason. Do you see that little river that connects to the lake? It connects to the Canoe Lake," He said.

"How far from camp are we?" I ask.

"Like 20 miles. But we took a huge shortcut." He said simply, and we sat in a comfortable silence. Until he took off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" I squealed.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, "What? Have you never seen a shirtless boy before?" But I blushed since I never really had.

He sighed, but was still smirking, and said, "Come on! We're just going for a swim." And he took of his baggy jeans to reveal his boxers, and then dived into the lake.

I really only had three options:

1) An attempt at going back and getting helplessly lost.

2) Not go in the water and stay outside, contemplating life and thinking about my father.

3) Go into the water with the handsome boy, in my underwear, and do something I have never done before, but be distracted from my problems.

I sighed and took off my shirt. And then my shorts.

Zach laughed as I jumped into the small lake.

I shivered in the cold water but swam around. No boy had ever seen me in my underwear, so Zach's stare made me feel self-conscious. But I can't say that I didn't stare a little bit too.

We were swimming and laughing, when Zach splashed water at my face.

"Oh no, you didn't!" I shouted with laughter and showered him with water. He smiled. And we began a water fight.

Suddenly, he became serious. He grabbed my hip, which made me shudder. He closed in and kissed me. And I kissed him back.

His lips were soft and sweet, and our noses brushed. His hands were in my back, while mine was in his wet, tangled hair. My heart was racing, but I leaned in and kissed him harder. But he pulled away.

He was smirking, of course, he was. "Cammie, we should go." And he offered me his hand.

The kiss was still lingering on my lips, but I took his hand and he led me out of the pool. We put our clothes on and I tried not to blush when I saw that he wasn't putting his shirt on.

"You're doing it on purpose," I said, blushing.

"What?" He smirked, knowing exactly what.

"You are so annoying," I said, but I smiled. Maybe I've only known Zach for a day. Maybe he helps me forget about all my problems. But one thing is certain, no one has the effect on me that Zach has. He was mysterious and annoying, and yet I found myself liking him.

"Why are you not putting your shirt on?" I asked, trying not to blush.

"It's my favorite shirt, I don't want to get it wet." He smirked again, looking at the outline of my bra through my wet shirt.

"Shut up. You have like ten of the same shirt."

"Maybe so." He shrugged, and for the third time that night, he held out his hand. And I took it.

As he was leading me back to camp I asked him, "Zach, how did you really know that I go to Gallagher?"

He hesitated before answering, "I know a man who teaches there, Joe Solomon."

Joe Solomon? Did he know Mr. Solomon? Zach just keeps getting more mysterious, and more interesting too.

We kept walking in a comfortable silence when I suddenly remembered Josh. It's confusing to me know. I love Josh, but I also like Zach. I mean, Zach took my first kiss, but I've been in love with Josh for as long as I can remember.

Maybe it's better this way, for me to move on from Josh, I mean, he's in love with another girl. And besides, I think they're together. I don't know, but right before Annabeth came to tell me about my dad, Josh wanted me to tell me something that would make me happy for him. It's just an assumption, but the "good news" might've been that he's with Deedee now.

When we reached the cabins, Zach said goodnight and went to his cabin. When I went to bed, I was torn between crying and smiling.

I just wanted to cry, because now that Zach was gone, all I could think about was my dad. But I also wanted to smile, because his kiss still lingered on my lips, and Zach just gave me the time of my life.

The next morning, I was going to the Canoe Lake, walking hand-in-hand with Zach. We weren't together, but there was just something there.

In the docks, Annabeth was sitting alone looking down at the lake. I heard her shout, "Percy! Come up from there!"

I stifled a laugh, as I now knew where the son of Poseidon was.

"Percy!" Annabeth groaned. "Pleaseeee come up."

And, suddenly, a water geyser exploded in Annabeth's face. She screamed, and at the edge o the docks, a dry Percy Jackson stood.

"Percy! What the heck!" Annabeth shouted furiously.

"Sorry Annabeth, I just had to." He had a mischievous smile plastered on his face. But Annabeth was still angry.

"Percy! Now I'm all wet." She yelled.

"Come on Wise Girl, it was just a joke. I'm sorry." He said, and immediately Annabeth stopped glaring at him.

"Fine," She said, "Just don't do it again."

"Okay." Percy smiled, and then kissed her. Annabeth laughed and pushed him away. But Percy just grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him.

It felt like I was intruding in something private, but I just couldn't stop watching.

Percy kissed Annabeth again, and this time, Annabeth kissed him back. But Percy did something unexpected, he suddenly pulled away and jumped into the water, pulling her in. They stayed there for quite some time.

And that, my friends, is how I met Percabeth.

DISCLAIMER! All PJO characters go to Uncle Rick, but also, this was a crossover with the wonderful Gallagher Girls series. Cammie, Zach, Josh, Deedee, they are owned by the great Ally Carter. OK CIAO