Chiron rounded all of the halfbloods up. It was time for another game of capture the flag. There was only one problem. Percy and Annabeth were on opposite teams. This always put their relationship in a rut. You see, Percy and Annabeth both liked to win and were extremely competitive. But, of course, in every capture the flag situation, there had to be a loser. This also meant someone would be steamed and someone would get full gloating rights.

In this particular game, Percy came out on top, stealing the flag from Annabeth with complete precision. "It's okay wise girl. You can still give the winner a kiss." He said sarcastically and puckering his lips. She scowled at him and threw her helmet on the ground. Boy, if looks could kill, he'd be dead and buried. "Awee Annabeth don't be a sore loser! It's not a good color on you!" he teased. He knew she was just kidding and she'd get over it. The truth was she wasn't. Not in the least. She hated to lose, especially to her boyfriend, the only person she'd ever lost to. It replayed over and over again in her mind, how she was beaten. It was humiliating, especially how he bragged about it. All the other halfbloods retreated to get dinner after such a long game. Annabeth stayed behind.

"Oh Perrrrrrrrccccccyyyyyyyyy!" she called out. "I've got a little something for ya!"

"So you've finally come to your senses and give your hero a prize?" he asked smugly.

"Yea," she thought. "Something like that." She quickly grabbed vines and tied his legs together which sent him falling to the ground. She pulled off his shirt and armor leaving the top of him bare and took his muscular arms and binded them together and then tied them sturdily above his head on a nearby tree branch.

"ANNABETH WHAT GIVES?"

"No no no, I wouldn't be yelling at me if I was you." She grabbed his sides causing him to squeal and squirm. She was lucky she took that knotting class for extra credit, or he would have broken threw. Ahh vengeance. She finally had her vengeance on him. "Sore loser. Pshh. I'll show him a sore loser"

She traced his abs and brushed over his six pack causing him to go wild. "ahhahahaahahahahahhAHAAAHAHAHAAH! STAAHAAHHPPPPPPPPPPAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA."

His face went red and his tears fell onto his body. "Aweee. You're turning red cutie!" That's not a good color on you." She verbally belittled him. "You know what I'm gonna move onto, just for a special little winner like you?" She eyed is quivering stomach and stuck her finger in his inbetweenie belly button and swirled it around. Percy's sea colored eyes popped out of his head and swelled with tears. He couldn't take it! "BWAAAAAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAABABWABABABAAHHAAHBBABAA HABHABBSSSSSSAAAAAAAAASSSSSSAASASASASAAHAHAHAHHAAH AHAAHHHVHHBBBHBHBHHBHHHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHH!" he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. No begging. No pleading. No whining. Just screaming loud laughter.

"Hey, I think it's coming from over here." A strange voice began to come closer to the couple.

"Oh gods. It's other halfbloods! I can't let them see us!"

She carefully untied Percy away from the scene and dragged him away (he was too out of breathe and exhausted to put up a fight or move.

"Getting enough oxygen to that seaweed brain of yours yet Jackson?"

"Wow! You- really are- a sore loser."