Percy reversed Annabeth's blow and slid the sword's hilt out of her hand. He stood with Riptide pointed at her neck, as if she were Luke. Luke, he thought. Percy knew how Annabeth felt about Luke. He knew how he felt about Luke.
Irritated that the one he thought was a friend betrayed him in the end. Just as the spirit of Delphi had said.
He pulled the sword away from the stormy gray eyes he'd grown to love. Percy then reached down and handed Annabeth her sword, where they sat on the wooden bench in the forest near where they were sparring.
"Percy, come with me." She grabbed his hand and led him toward Cabin Eleven, Hermes. His stomach felt
Percy's PoV.
"Annabeth?" I say, as we lay on the beach, hands interlocked.
"Yeah?" She turns her head to look at me and the butterflies swarm in my stomach.
"Do you... think..? Nevermind. It's stupid." I kiss her forehead and squeeze her hand.
"What were you gonna say?" She nudges my arm, sitting up.
"It's not important." I smile, trying to reassure her. Of course, her being Annabeth, it doesn't work.
"You're lying, I know it. Seriously, Percy. What's on your mind?" She asks. I let a breath out and look at her.
"Annabeth, I told you, it's nothing."
"Percy, stop it!" She yells.
"Annabeth-"
"No, listen to me. If you're going to lie to