You hate Percy Jackson.

You hate his impulsive decisions, and his undying loyalty, and his bravery.

You hate that he's the Savior of Olympus, when you're just... You.

You hate that women and men alike fall all over him.

You hate the way his eyes get this look when they meet yours.

You hate his passion that matches yours exactly.

You hate, hate, hate, Percy Jackson.

Yet, you can't seem to get enough of the way he spars with you and tells you you're amazingly talented.

You can't get enough of the way he picks strawberries for you from the fields because he knows you like to dry them up and put them in cards for others.

He really does believe he'll end up your friend someday.

But right now, as you stand before Annabeth in your cabin, with her opposite you on the other side of the door way-

All you feel is loathing for him.

Because he told her he cared for you.

It scared you, and fear turns to anger, and she came to resolve it between you two.

So now you're ranting, listing all that infuriates you about Percy.

"I hate his stupid loyalty that'll get him killed one day, I hate his reckless decisions that'll also get him killed, I hate his blueish-green eyes, I hate the way he looks at me like he cares-!" You rant, before Annabeth cuts you off.

Her expression is wide-eyed, like she's been hit with an insane realization.

She finally speaks, her voice soft and soothing.

"You love him."