Author's Note: This is my first fan in the PJO section! Enjoy:)

I could actually hear my heart beating, sweat trickling my cheek.

Clank! The opposing sword clashed against Riptide, sending vibrations through us both.

I slashed Riptide to the heal of my opponent, but they dodged it quickly.

We began to circle each other, swords at neck point.

I panted, "I've got to admit, you were a worthy opponent. One of the best. But why don't you--"

My opponent jabbed at my shoulder with the sword. I dropped Riptide, screaming in pain. Gods, that hurt!

Panting heavily, my opponent breathed,

"Give up, Percy. You were dead the second you fought in the battle. And now, feel the shame brought upon you. Time to die, punk!"

Wait, what?!

My opponent brought their sword up to my neck and pushed down to the ground.

The blade was rubbing against my neck. I was beginning to feel the sting of the cold metal.

"Dead," she whispered softly, her lips centimeters away from my ear. I could smell the sweet smell of her shampoo; jasmine and strawberry.

She stood and gave me her hand. A grin spreading across her face. Pulling me up, I started to laugh.

My name is Percy Jackson and I was just defeated by my best friend, Annabeth Chase. She was a daughter of Athena, which meant, don't get her ticked or you're dead. Which reminded me…

"What was up with you wanting to tear my head off?! 'Feel the shame brought upon you. Time to die, punk' You never call me punk. Gods, I thought you were going to go on a murdering spree!" I exclaimed.

All she did was giggle. Gods, how I loved that giggle.

"I'm sorry, Seaweed Brain, but all's fair in love and war."

"Who said anything about war? And as for the love thing—"

"There you are!"

She turned around and running up, came a boy with dark shaggy, messy hair. His body obviouly told you he was athletic. He had gold eyes and a smile that will melt any girl, even Clarrise (I never thought she would like ANYBODY!), into a puddle. His name was Alexander Key, Annabeth's boyfriend. Yuck!I still remember the converstion we had about a month ago...I ended up yelling...

"HOW CAN YOU SEE ANYTHING IN THAT JERK!"

"What are you talking about? He's from Apollo's cabin. There aren't THAT many jerks in that cabin."

"AND I SUPPOSE YOU TWO ARE GOING TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE A MILLION KIDS!"

"PERCUS JACKSON! WHAT THE HELL HAS COME OVER YOU? ALL I SAID WAS THAT HE INVITED ME FOR A STROLL ON THE BEACH! YOU ACT LIKE IT'S A MARRAGE PROPOSAL! YOU AREN'T MY MOM OR DAD! I CAN DATE WHOEVER I WANT! AND I DOUBT IT WILL TURN OUT TO BE ANYTHING SERIOUS, PERCY! Gods..."

How wrong she was.

He pushed past me, knocking me to the ground. Annabeth took no note of that. He embraced her in his arms and kissed her full on the mouth. Her arms wrapped around his waist and his hands were tangled in her hair.

Oh gods…

I wonder how long it will be until she remembers I'm still here.

1 minute later...

Time to go.

"Ok, I'm going to go now..." I said, walking away.

No response.

"Yup, back to good old cabin 3..."

Not a sound, except for both of them sucking face.

"Don't mind me! I'm just going to go blow up the cabins and then maybe pelt the Big house with eggs!"

Still, just as oblivious as ever.

"Hey, Annabeth! I'm actually an orphan wizard with a lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead."

Not a word. Alexander just began kissing her neck. GROSS! Anger began to swell up inside me. Still kissing her neck, Alexander look up and gave me this cold hard look: It was saying, "Get lost, twerp."

A lump formed in my throat. I started to run. I couldn't't take it.

I ran to the beach, hoping to clear my head. I sat on a rock and began to think.

What's happening to me? It didn't't bother me before. Annabeth can date whoever she wants to. It's not my problem.

Maybe Grover will know what to do. I just hope that he wouldn't give me the answer I know that's is deep in my heart: I was falling in love with her. I was falling in love with Annabeth Chase.

Author's Note: A little short, I know. I will make it longer next time, I swear!