A/N: This is a random idea I made up at midnight. Annabeth is a bit OOC, but she's mad at Percy! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.

Told from Percy's POV

It's been four months since you saw her and four months and a day since you kissed her. You're both in New York and in college. Life was great, but somehow she got it into her beautiful little head of hers that you had slept with someone else and you were planning on never telling her and you were going to leave her anyway.

You remember that you came to surprise her, but you were surprised yourself. You knocked on the door. She opened it and saw it was you and then nearly slammed it in your face. By nearly, you mean that you managed to keep it open and force yourself into her apartment before she could tell you to go away.

And then she screamed at you. She cried, and kicked, and punched you, but her attempts were feeble.

You were so shocked. And it hurt, really hurt to think that she actually thought you'd do something like that. So you yelled too. It was one huge argument, the first you'd ever had and you hated it. You hated that she was angry and upset. Part of you wanted to pull her into your arms and kiss the pain away, but the other part was too furious to even think about that. You were always so worried that you'd do something wrong and she'd leave you.

And she did. She dumped you and threw you out. You started crying and stayed the night at some random hotel because you were too upset to go home to your apartment. The next day you did go home and you drank red wine at every meal for weeks. It wasn't your nature to drink. Sometimes you cried yourself to sleep because you absolutely missed her and you still loved her, even though you were still angry and upset.

You buried yourself in your work and tried to never have free time, because you'd think about her, resulting in only hurt feelings and emotions rushing back at you. Once you picked up a drachma and seriously considered Iris Messaging her telling a really long apology saying how sorry you were and that you'd never slept with anyone apart from her and you missed her, loved her, and needed her – but you decided to be a wuss and the drachma was placed back in the drawer.

So you spent four months of your life in a shell, trying to live without her. You tried, but you couldn't. You would've, if you could have, but you couldn't, so you didn't. You kind of liked that sentence, because it got a lot of information into twleve words. It was random, but these things kept your mind off of her.

But you gave up. You couldn't live without her. So here you are, standing outside her apartment, trying to pluck up the courage to knock on the door. This is it. Do it. All you have to do is knock on the door. Just raise your fist and tap on the door. Simple as that.

Your hand is halfway there when you hear a voice.

"Percy?" You whip around and to see Claire, her neighbor and half-sister, looking at you. "What are you doing here?"

"Um," you try to think of something to say. "I need to see Annabeth."

"Right." Claire slowly walks into the hall. "Listen…"

"I completely understand if you don't want me to see her," you say. "I know I hurt her. I just wanted to explain the truth. The truth that I didn't sleep with someone else and I never wanted to leave her." You take a deep breath. "I also wanted to know if she still wants to be together."

Claire stares at you for a moment. The silence is suddenly broken as she hugs you. "Good luck Percy," and she's back in her apartment.

"Thanks," you say before she leaves.

You gather the courage and knock. The door slowly opens and reveals her. She hasn't changed a bit, except the glimmer in her grey eyes seem to have disappeared. You're the cause of that, you scold yourself.

She is frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide, looking like she wants nothing more than to run out of the apartment.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, her expression suspicious now. "Have you come to grovel for my forgiveness?"

"Um...yeah?" You say, fiddling with your fingers.

Her expression is now murderous. If a glare could kill, you would have disintegrated at the spot.

"Annabeth, I never did cheat on you. Please believe me."

"Of course you didn't," she hisses sarcastically. "You're completely innocent."

She walks back into her apartment and seeing that she didn't force you out of the place again, you decide to follow. You notice that nothing has changed. But you're pulled back into reality when you remember why you're here.

"Annabeth, please hear me out…"

"No! I will not listen! You broke my heart! You slept with some girl from work and you were tired of me and so you decided to go and cheat!"

"Why would I ever do that?" You ask, stepping closer to her. "Seriously, why would I ever get tired of you?" You're having a hard time keeping your temper cool.

"I-I..." She stutters. You know that she's a daughter of Athena and rarely stutters "Y-You had a pretty work colleague and she drew you in and you got tired of same-old Annabeth."

You raise an eyebrow. "Where did you get that from?"

"A girl from the Aphrodite Cabin told me! She said she saw you with someone from work and you looked like you were gonna do that and then she said she overheard you saying you didn't want me anymore. Then I said well I wish you hadn't told me and now everything was going to go wrong."

"And it did!" You shout; you've completely lost control of your hot temper. "You believed her and that's why our relationship fell apart!" Your breathing is ragged as you try to regain control.

Your faces are so close now that you can feel her hot, ragged breath on your chin. You want to kiss her. You want to put your arms around her and kiss her to within an inch of her life.

And you very nearly do. Your arms make to go round her, but she jumps out of them.

"Don't think you can win me back with kissing."

"I wasn't. I was hoping it would help, though." You grin at her, hoping to lighten the mood, and her eyes narrow.

"Well, now I still can't believe you left and didn't talk to me for four months." She says finally, turning away from you.

"I was angry and upset too," you admit. "I was angry that you thought I'd do something like that and I was upset that you had so little trust in me."

"You're never angry or upset for that long," she persists. "You got sick of me."

"I was scared," you admit again.

"Scared of what? My mom killing you."

"That and you not believing me. You saying you don't love me and you never wanting to see me again."

"Wimp."

Normally that wouldn't hurt, but now it does. You sigh, trying to hide the tears that are welling in your eyes. She glances at you, her eyelashes wet and her arms folded so tight you wonder if they're ever going to come undone.

"I missed you," you say finally. "I missed you like Hades." She doesn't respond.

"I needed you." You go on. "I was hurting too. I hated the fact that you had thought I would do something like that."

Annabeth doesn't move or say anything.

"I worry all the time that I'll do something and you'll never forgive me for it. That's my biggest fear." You explain, looking at the back of her head.

"I got a new boyfriend," She blurts out.

Okay, calling you a wimp hurt, but this is just pure agony.

"Huh?" you manage to say without your voice breaking and with it your composure. The tears are coming even more.

"I'm seeing somebody else. I've moved on," She repeats, still not turning to face you.

A single tear trickles down your face. You wipe it away angrily, willing your eyes not to let more fall.

"Is this relationship serious?" You whisper.

"I truly love him," she replies. She still won't look at you and the tears are falling thick and fast down your face. "Sometimes I think I may want to marry him someday."

Oh, gods, please no. "What's his name?"

"James Addison, I met him in an architectural class two months ago."

"Annabeth, please," you choke out, barely able to breathe anymore. She stiffens, finally realizing that you're crying.

"Look at me," you whisper loud enough for her to hear. "Please, I need to see your face. Look into my eyes and tell me you love him."

She turns slowly to face you.

Her eyes are swollen and red and she's crying too. Her mascara is running and her hair is a mess and she looks so small.

"I love him." She whispers. You search her eyes for any sign that this wasn't true, but you can't find it.

By now, you're both crying.

"If that's what you really want." You say. She nods.

"Just remember that I love you, Annabeth," you bend and kiss her one last time.

Her lips are still as soft as you remember, but she doesn't kiss you back.

You pull away and stalk out.

You know that this is the end for you and her.

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