It's amazing how much can change in such little time. This story proves that fact. I could start anywhere, but I might as well start at the beginning. During high school, I started dating Luke. Everything was perfect. I went to college with him and my other friend, Percy. After college, Percy took a job offer in the Bahamas because he was a marine biologist. Luke and I moved to New York and lived with roommates. For six years we stayed together until we moved into together. I guess I should start there.

"And after three days of unpacking, you are officially moved in," Luke told me.

"This calls for wine," I handed him a glass of red wine. He smiled.

"I was aiming for something else," he put down the glass and pulled me into a long kiss. [Remember how I said everything was perfect]. The sound of moving furniture came from out the door. I pulled up.

"What was that?" I asked Luke.

"Someone is moving in next door. Didn't I tell you about that?" he answered.

The Next Morning:

I woke up from the sound of the banging alarm clock. Luke started to wake up beside me. I sighed before starting to get up. The clock read six thirty. I had to be at work at seven thirty. I took a quick shower and hurried myself along with getting ready. I usually got up at six, but Luke wasn't. He had the ability that I craved for to be able to get ready for work in about ten minutes.

"Love you," he told me before I left. Followed by a quick kiss, we both left the apartment. He went all the way out to the busy New York street. I, instead, stopped in the lobby which held a coffee shop. The line wasn't very long. Sadly, the machines were still warming up. I stood there at the counter waiting on my coffee. Beside me a man with black hair was typing away on his droid x.

"So, what did you order?" I asked him.

"Just black coffee. You?" he turned to look at me. Something sparked through my body. Something felt familiar as I looked into his sea green eyes. It hit me like a fright train. I knew he was. Percy Jackson. Of course, I didn't just blurt that out.

"You look familiar. Have we met?" I asked him while still waiting for the coffee.

"Um, I just moved in. I attended NYU. I'm Percy Jackson," he told me. He looked at me, and for the first time, he truly looked.

"Annabeth?" Percy asked.

"Annabeth Chase," I smiled.

"Oh my God! It's great to see you. Are you still with… um…?" Percy started.

"I'm still with Luke," I answered.

"That's awesome," Percy tried to fake a smile. I pretended not to notice.

"Here are your coffees," the barista handed us the coffee.

"Thanks," I told the barista as I took the white mocha latte.

"We must get together sometime. I'm in 112," Percy told.

"I'm in 111," we continued to talk as we both walked out to the busy street. We said goodbye and both went separate ways. The smile was still plastered on my face.

This was when it all went wrong.