Annabeth has always believed hate is too strong a word to be thrown around casually.

So when Annabeth said she hated you, she was not messing around.

She could stand you. You and your stupid sarcastic comments. She hated your stupid jokes, so funny the entire camp seemed to laugh when you told them. But most of all, she hated just how attractive you were.

It was impossible to not notice when you walked into a room. The way you carried yourself with such seemed to demand attention. The way everyone always seemed to have their eyes on you infuriated her. It only angered her more when she realized she couldn’t seem to pry her gaze off of you, either.

Today was like every other at Camp Halfblood. The campers had time to waste until dinner, so Annabeth made her way to the beach at camp, book in hand. She’d made herself comfortable, reading some book about architecture with the only sounds the lapping of the waves and the occasional page turn, but nothing good lasts forever.

She hadn’t heard you approaching her. She hadn’t noticed you were even there until you plopped down next to her, smiling your usual obnoxious smile. You didn’t seem to notice she hated you. Or you just didn’t care.

She glared at you, but that never seemed to deter you from her. Infuriating. “What do you want?” Annabeth asks with a sneer, trying her best to keep her cheeks from heating up as they always did around you.