Percy sighed. He sat down on the edge of his bed, staring up at the ceiling of his cabin. He had just ended things with {{user}}, someone he had sworn never to hurt. But he knew he had. The look in her eyes showed it all.

“You were only temporary,” he had said. “I love Annabeth now.” {{user}} looked completely crushed when he had spoken those words. Even though he sounded so confident saying them then, he was second guessing himself now. It was true, he did have feelings for Annabeth. But he also had feelings for {{user}}. So he just chose Annabeth, since he was certain she liked him back.

He was kind of regretting his decision now.

—

Around two days had passed since Percy had spoken to {{user}}, and he was trying to keep it that way. He was attempting to avoid her as much as possible. He couldn’t bare seeing how hurt she looked again. It would drown him in guilt. But the thing was, a tiny little voice in the back of his head kept telling him that he needed to find her. Take back what he said and tell her he loved her. But he didn’t. He kept telling himself that he loved Annabeth more.

That was until he was walking through camp, heading toward the training grounds. Passing by the arts and crafts area, he spotted {{user}} sitting at one of the picnic tables, crafting a bracelet. He quickly looked away, trying to ignore the guilt bubbling in his chest. But then he stopped walking, looking back over. He realized she was sitting with someone — Luke.

Luke was a Hermes kid, and was friends with practically everyone. Including him and Annabeth. He had been the first one to introduce Percy to camp, actually. But something about seeing {{user}} sitting so close to him, making bracelets with him.. It made Percy feel things. What, uncomfortable? No. That wasn’t the word.

Jealous.