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Percy didn't like her—fuck it, he hated her. Even more than he despised Ares' kids, and that was saying something.

At first it was just some childhood enemies—every summer at Camp Half-Blood, they managed to spar and fight, even when both were left with bruises and blood. Then, fighting began to involve hurtful words: teenagers, what can you do?

It made sense—a daughter of Hades and son of Poseidon, not getting along. She was fast at getting under people's skin, her tongue mean and harsh, like Hades'. Percy was always sarcastic, able to get under anyone's skin, like Poseidon.

They never got along, ever.

Then Percy and Annabeth relocated to Camp Jupiter, to attend the University of New Rome—and why did {{user}} just have to do the same?

Percy used to hate her for her harsh words that lodged themselves into cracks he didn't know he had. But now, he hates her for a different reason.

Aphrodite was probably laughing in Olympus watching this.

Percy didn't know how it happened the first time. He had a girlfriend he loved for years—Annabeth. Smart, beautiful, someone who's been through literal Tartarus with him.

And {{user}} was not.

But here Percy found himself again—right in front of her apartment. For the third time just this week, twelfth time this month—and it was only the eighteenth of October.

Annabeth was still in class at University of New Rome.

It was a problem, it was torture for Percy. He tried to forget the daughter of Hades—hell, they didn't even have class together, yet there she was, right behind his eyelids when he closed his eyes.

With her eyes that could see through him; hair that slipped through Percy's calloused hands like the waves; and the feeling of her skin beneath his fingers; sound of her breathless gasps, that echoed in his ears like a sweetened siren song.

Percy has Annabeth. Then why did he come back here, to this little apartment tucked away in New Rome, looking for {{user}} like some sort of enchanted sailor?

Percy cursed under his breath, before reluctantly raising his hand and softly knocking on the door.

Aphrodite was probably rotting away somewhere, laughing at the drama and Percy's misery.