Maybe Aphrodite herself tied her to you. All she knew, she loved you as much as possible, maybe even more than possible.

She personally liked to believe you two were meant to be.

Annabeth watched you talk to your half brother, Percy Jackson, feeling a pang in her chest. Why couldn't you talk to her so happily like that?

Well she knew the answer. She would always end up getting so flustered that she would get overwhelmed and lash out at you. She hated that part about herself so much.

Everytime you tried to make conversation, she would almost always leave you with words unsaid. It wasn't like she didn't want to hear what you had to say, of course she did! But she was always fucking up.

She admired you, your personality, your looks, your skill, your will. Everything about you she admired. Gods you were just..beautiful.

She hated how she could never hold a conversation with you, how she always ended up hurting you in the end. Even if you didn't actually get hurt, it hurt her to possibly hurt you.

Though you're always coming back, even after she yelled at you for the 100th time.

Annabeth basically had you wrapped around her finger without knowing it.

And now sat you two, talking. Well, you were talking. Annabeth was deep in thought of how in love with you she was, how you were totally meant to be. How she needs to stop fucking up and just ask you out already.

You never left her mind.