- Percy's POV -

I opened the door of her locker, and placed the sketchbook I bought for her.

"Hey Percy" I heard a girl's voice behind me. Her voice.

"Oh, hey Rachel. What are you doing here?" I asked closing her locker's door.

"Hum, that's my locker. I think you got it wrong. Again."

"Ha, sorry. I keep on doing that, don't I?"

"Yeah, you do."

It was hard to surprise Rachel, especially because she's an oracle. She predicts the future. I'm so stupid.

She was looking pretty today, with her colored jeans, and her usual Harvard hoodie. I know, I know… what would Annabeth say?

"Percy, we need to talk."

"Wait, did I do something wrong? Because, I didn't do or say a thing."

"No, it's nothing serious. Annabeth is coming."

"What? Where? When? Why?"

"Hey, chillax, I'm the one who's always asking stuff like that. One question at a time."

"What?"

"Annabeth is coming."

"Where?"

"Here."

"When?"

"In ten minutes."

"Why?"

She hesitated before answering the last question, and then, with a fake smile on her face, she said:

"Because she misses you."

I must confess that I love Annabeth, really. With all my heart. This is a little weird considering that out parents hate each other because of that Athens story. But I also love Rachel. In a different way. She's good to me. She's good for me. Gods, I hated this.

"Percy, say something."

I slowly opened her locker again, and took the sketchbook out.

"Here. It's for you."

"Percy..."

"I saw that you were running out of pages in your old one, and I thought I would be nice if I bought you a new one. Especially because you keep on drawing me and my friends."

"You shouldn't have…"

"But I did it. I like your sketches."

She mouthed thanks, and turned to her locker. Something was wrong. Seconds before I poke her on the shoulder, the bell rang.

"I have to go."

I stood there alone, in front of her locker looking like an idiot.

Where was that brave guy that killed the Minotaur? The guy that fought Kronos?

I was completely lost.

- Rachel's POV -

I was walking down the hallway to get my books, and my pencil case when I saw his familiar silhouette with his head inside my locker.

"Gods, why?"

I stopped when it started to appear. My newest vision was making me nervous again. She was coming. Annabeth.

I kept on walking, and observing him there, looking really concentrated on something, holding a few books of mine, and his with him.

I didn't wait for him to close it.

"Hey Percy." I said.

"Oh, hey Rachel. What are you doing here?" His casual tone was masquerading something that I sensed as a surprise.

"Hum, that's my locker. I think you got it wrong. Again."

"Ha, sorry. I keep on doing that, don't I?" Cynical tone, and fake surprise.

"Yeah, you do." Oh Gods, why does she have to love him?

I waited a minute or so. He was as concentrated as before, but now, he was looking at me. Observing me. Almost staring.

He looked stunning. Just like his father. Not that I've already met Poseidon. But hey, I saw him once, when Percy 'saved' Olympus.

Then his expression changed, from cute Percy to thoughtful Percy. He was thinking of her.

I needed to tell him.

"Percy, we need to talk."

"Wait, did I do something wrong? Because, I didn't do or say a thing." I loved his reactions when I said those things.

"No, it's nothing serious. Annabeth is coming."

"What? Where? When? Why?" Gods.

"Hey, chillax, I'm the one who's always asking stuff like that. One question at a time."

"What?" He.

"Annabeth is coming."

"Where?" Is.

"Here."

"When?" Freaking.

"In ten minutes."

"Why?" Cute.

I hesitated, trying my best not to look sad. Putting my best 'I'm okay' smile I said it.

"Because she misses you."

Thoughtful Percy again. Shit. He was thinking about me, Annabeth and him in the same place. Together. As much as I hated to admit, Annabeth is pretty. And he loved her. She loved him. They're both demigods, they can be together forever if they want to. But me? What am I? I'm just a freak of nature that can see through something that terrifies me, and that's not even natural!

"Percy, say something."

He waited, thought about my words, and then opened my locker again.

"Here. It's for you."

It was a sketchbook, with a red cover, and little black spirals.

"Percy..." I was going to complain but then he cut me off.

"I saw that you were running out of pages in your old one, and I thought I would be nice if I bought you a new one. Especially because you keep on drawing me and my friends."

Yeah, I used to draw him and Grover, and Chiron. And once I draw him with Annabeth. An old picture of them together that popped on my mind. Something that happened way before I met him.

"You shouldn't have…"

"But I did it. I like your sketches."

I mouthed sadly 'thanks', and turned around to get my other books.

I was about to say something about Annabeth getting mad at him for buying me gifts and not for her, but then the bell rang.

"I have to go."

I kept on walking until he was just a blur. I turned around and he was still there. Frozen.

My eyes were getting wet, and I was late for class.