Prologue

"It was not supposed to go down like this." Annabeth whispered to herself in the silence of her sleeping cabin.

Flashback to earlier

It was a sunny July day and Percy asked Annabeth to meet him at the dock. Annabeth went there at noon, exactly when Percy told her to.

She sat next to Percy and leaned onto him and asked, "What's up?"

Percy scooted away in response. "Um, Annabeth, I don't have feelings for you anymore."

Percy's words hit her like a ton of bricks. Instead of saying the most common response, which is 'can we still be friends', she stood up and took off towards her cabin in the afternoon light. She slammed the cabin door and jumped on her bed crying.

When it was dinner, she went to dinner and she went up to the fire to toss in her offering at the same time Percy did. Percy asked her while they were up there, "Can we still be friends?"

Annabeth didn't respond and started walking toward her table. Percy gripped her wrist and repeated the question. "No." She said and yanked her wrist from his grasp.

Flashback in Annabeth's head is over

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Percy kept tossing and turning. "I just don't have feelings like that for her anymore. I still want to be friends. Girls are so difficult." Percy grumbled to the empty top bunk.