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In the last chapter:

2. When she stares at your mouth, kiss her.

5. When she's quiet, ask her what's wrong.

13. When she steals your favorite [sweatshirt], let her keep it and sleep with it for a night.

"You freaking IDIOT!"

Annabeth slapped Percy across the face so hard his head snapped back. He was sure there was a red hand print on his right cheek.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"Like you don't know, you... you..."

Apparently she couldn't think of a word bad enough to call him. But Percy really didn't know what he had done. All he had been doing was tethering Blackjack ("What, you don't trust me, boss? I promise I won't go anywhere, I'll be a good horse!") when Annabeth had stormed up to him, her storm gray eyes flashing.

"I don't know! Maybe if you'd tell me, I'd-"

"Oh, so you want to rub it in? You are such an arrogant, egotistic, jerk!"

There was a crowd forming around the stables. Great, an audience for his humiliation.

"She sounds really mad, boss." Blackjack just had to put in his opinion.

That was helpful.

"No, I really just don't know what I've done!"

"Yes you do! You don't just do something like that without meaning to!"

"Oooh, you're in trouble." That was helpful.

"Well, obviously I have, because I don't know what I've done!"

"Oh, really? You're sticking with that?"

"You better watch out, boss!"

"SHUT UP!" Oh, Hades, he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"No, I wasn't-"

Annabeth pushed him against the stable wall.

"It's over!" she screamed, and stormed off.

Annabeth threw another pillow at the wall. It had been almost three hours since she had broken up with Percy. That idiot. She hadn't expected it to hurt so much- after all, she had broken up with him, and it was all his fault after all. What she was really angry about was that he had pretended he didn't even know what he had done wrong. A thought struck her. Maybe he didn't. He was probably the least observant person she had ever met. Maybe it had been wrong of her to yell at him...

No, Annabeth, don't show weakness. It's not your fault. That's the ice cream talking. It probably was the ice cream- she'd just downed two pints of Ben and Jerry's Phish Food. Bad choice, really, considering Seawee- Percy's parentage.

There was a knock at the door.

"Go away," Annabeth croaked hoarsely.

"Annabeth, dear?" It was Chiron. She couldn't just ignore him, so she hastily wiped her face and grudgingly opened the door.

It wasn't Chiron.

It was Percy.

Vlacos.

A/N: Heh. This was a pretty short chapter for all that was in it. You'll hate me, but these things had to be done. I know you're used to Percabeth, not Perc/abeth, but I'll make it up to you in the next chapter, which I'm really looking forward to writing.

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