AU, Percy returns to the camp after Annabeth broke his heart, he comes back to see that things have changed between him and the god of wars daughter, as she try to comfort him feelings are let out and new relationships are formed. After seeing Percy again Annabeth realizes the mistake she had made, but is it too late for her to fix it? Percy/Clarisse,

I do not own Percy Jackson...

Chapter 1

Percy's POV-

"I'm sorry, Percy, I can't be with you," those words ring in my ear even to this day. I was dumped by Annabeth Chase, my former dream girl and daughter of Athena. That day went by like any other, I rushed through training so I could have more time to prepare for my date. I planned a romantic little picnic for the two of us at one of our favorite spots, next to the water front. I waited for her for about an hour until finally she walked into the clearing, but something wasn't right, she didn't look too happy to see me. The look on her face told me that she had bad news. Why did I have to be right?

"Hey Beautiful," I said giving her a peck on her cheek, hoping that maybe I could change her sad face. "I'm happy you came, I almost thought I was going have to eat alone."

She couldn't look me in the eye, those grey eyes of hers kept looking down at the sand beneath her feet, "Percy…we need to talk."

I sighed, "those words are never good," and they weren't.

When she finally looked at me her eyes were filled with tears, "I can't do this," she sobbed, "I can't keep lying to you."

"Lying…what do you-,"

She blurted out, "I've met someone," I felt a lump in my throat, "I…met someone else, and he's waiting for me back home. We've been exchanging texts and just lately he told me that he loves me."

"B-But…I told you that dozens of times," I stammered out, my world was crashing down around me, and of course it was hard for me to keep my cool, "what makes this guy any different from me?"

"Percy I…," she hesitated blinking back her tears, "I just can't be with you anymore."

"I don't understand, was it something I did, I've only been loyal to you since day one," I started to pace before standing my ground, "I think I deserve some type of answer to why you're dumping me?"

Tears started to fall down her face, "I'm sorry Percy," she sobbed, "I...I can't be with you." And with that she ran off leaving me by the water, an empty shell of demigod I once claimed to be. No explanation, and with heart broken beyond repair, or so I thought.

Honestly, I couldn't have left the camp as soon as I did; I just had to get away…away from any reminder of her. I went home to my mom and step dad, back to the closest thing to a normal life I could have, but all along I thought of her, I dreamed of her, thought about her every single day, hour and second. I was in mourning, years wasted in just a single day, and I still don't know why she'd leave me for someone else.

Was I really that bad of a boyfriend?

It had been three months since I've stepped foot inside camp half blood, months since I talked to or even seen Annabeth or the others. I knew deep down I couldn't stay away forever, and life at home was kinda dull. I road back back on fixed up Harley motorcycle, a gift from my parents to celebrate me turning eighteen, mom almost had a fit but Paul thought I was careful enough. The growl of my bike wasn't loud enough to drown out my thoughts, how was I suppose to talk to Annabeth after what she did, and how awkward was it going to be being around her.

Clarisse's POV-

"When will these newbie's learn they don't have a chance against me?" I asked by brother as he nudged my sparring partners body to see if there was any life left in him, (there was). "One after another they want to establish their place in the camp and they think going up against the children of Ares is the way to do it, I mean how much stupid do we need in camp?"

Mark drug the newly discovered child of Apollo to the sidelines, he shook his head at the pathetic sight, "You didn't have to be so hard on this one though," He looked down at the black eye I gave with my swords hilt, "he has to be a couple years younger than either of us."

It wasn't really my fault, some ass-hat comes up to me and my sisters talking smack about my family, of course I'm going to spank him. "Consider it a life lesson," I chuckled patting Mark on the shoulder as I exited the ring, "never pick on girls, and especially if their dad is the freaking god of war."

For some reason my win just didn't seem as gratifying as usual, none of them have for a while. Not since...he left. I don't know why having him around makes my victories more enjoyable, what I do know is since I heard about him and Annabeth, I haven't gone a day without hoping he'd come walking back through the gate. Though I never admit it out loud, but…I worry about him, and I miss him. Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon, one of the personal enemies of my father, gods have mercy if he finds out how I really feel about the wet head. Percy is in danger every other day of his life, if dad catches on he'll see it that Percy get's his head shoved up his ass, and I mean literally. Liking him is one thing, but what I've felt lately might just give dear-ol'-dad a reason to dust off some of his war relics.

It's around this time I tend wander toward the gate, casually I walk pass hoping that I see some sight of that shaggy haired demigod I crush on, but over the past three months I saw nothing but new students stumbling into the camp. Skippy lying in the puddle of drool back at the training grounds was the last to pop up around two weeks ago. I saw Aphrodite's girls last longer than he did.

Stopping in the clearing across from the gate I stood yearning for him to return, this place just isn't the same without Percy. I waited there for a good ten minutes until I turned to leave, sighing "Tomorrow's another day." I don't know why I hadn't given up, I just knew I couldn't, I'd plan to come back the next day and the next until Jackson returns. I wanted to be the first one to give him hell for leaving.

Starting towards my cabin I stopped when I heard a faint growl like sound echoing from far off in the distance. Without hesitating I whipped out my sword and charged towards the gate only to stop dead in my tracks when it finally hit me. "I know that sound," I watched waiting as the light from a Harley came swerving around the trees. The bike came through the portal with ease telling me that the rider was either a god or a god spawn. I knew it wasn't my father, the bike was a newer model than my dad's and the old man's was all black, this was a beautiful midnight blue, and the rider was a smaller 'yet still impressive' build.

The bike came to a stop right in front of me, as he shut off the engine my heart began to race. Something...something about this guy was getting at me. Slowly he reached for his helmet, and once he removed said headgear I gasped. Straddling the bike was a less shaggy Percy Jackson, his hair was shorter and combed, but still he looked as handsome as last time I saw him. His brilliant sea green eyes fixed onto mine, as he spoke, "long time no see, war girl," giving me a smirk that would've melted Artemis's heart.

Shaking my head I snapped myself out of my daze and walked up to him, grabbing him by his jacket I nearly pulled him off oh his bike, "Where in Hade's have you been?" you could say I was showing tough love. "Do you know how many people have been worrying about you?"

"Clam down, Clarisse," he said holding onto the handles, I felt my face heat up at the mere mention of my name.

I watched as he straightened himself up before he explained, I already knew the reason but I wanted to hear it from him, I missed his voice. His expression hardened and I could hear the sound of his gloves rubbing against the handles covers, he was still hurting.

Percy's POV-

I cringed at the mental image in my head, that day replayed in my head making me want to burst. But before I could even think about acting out, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Clarisse looked through my pain and for a rare moment she smiled at me, "Don't let it get you so down," she said almost tenderly, "you're not alone when it comes to heart ache." She turned away slightly, telling me that something has happened to her since I've been gone.

"You and Chris?" I asked, to which she silently nodded.

"We had another fight and I thought it was about time," she sighed bringing herself to look into my eyes, a smile grew as she tussled my hair, "it gives you and me more time to fight. And we have quite a lot of bickering to catch up on."

You and me, what is it about those words coming from her that make my heart jump? What in Hades is going on with me? I was beginning to get lost in her eyes; I never thought I'd fine hazel that dazzling. She even looked more feminine than I remember, her hair was longer, draping over her shoulder in a neat braided pony tail fashion. Was this the same girl that use to bully me when I first came to this place?

"You okay?" she asked, was her face red?

I shook my head realizing I was in a daze, I stammered, "Y-yeah-," I paused as she giggled, "-just a little ragged from the long ride." She playfully punched my arm before she stepped back.

"I guess so," she said smiling effortlessly, "if you want, we can't talk later."

I smiled back, "I'd like that." I see her turn away, I don't know what it was that made me do this but I called out, "Clarisse!" She stopped and turned, a faint blush glowing from her face. I gestured to the back of my bike, "I was going to store this in the stables, would you like to ride with me?"

Quickly without even hesitating she nodded, climbed on the back and placed her hands around my waist. I could feel her pressing up against me, making my cheeks burn red. I hurried to put on my helmet to hide my smile, revving up the engine I feel her grip tighten and we were off.

It feels unusual to have her so close to me, but for some reason I didn't mind it, in fact…I liked it.