' I'm so insecure I think, that I'll die before I drink, and I'm so caught up in the news, of who likes me and who hates you.. '

You were insecure, probably one of the most insecure people Percy had ever met. Everyone you knew found it so annoying, you complaining about your body every minute of every day, but you truly couldn't help it. You dated Percy, but he broke up with you, sick of your complaining, just like everybody else at camp. Within days, he moved on to Annabeth, and was always holding onto her hand and laughing together, as if you never even existed. Rumors went around about them breaking up, but you didn't even care if they broke up, not like it would benefit you.

You were outside by yourself, under a tree, where no one else would see you. This was a regular thing you did these days to be able to cry, to actually let it all out. All the hate and sadness growing within you could finally come out, and it wasn't perfect, but it made you feel a little better. Sometimes campers would see you, and ignore you. It used to bother you, but you were over it now. Haters would hate, that's just the way it is.

But a few days after all the rumors went around camp, Percy saw you sobbing into your knees, under a tree, all alone. He couldn't just leave you there crying, even though part of him hated you, he wasn't that rude. He didn't know how to approach you, so he just sat down next to you, waiting for you to notice. You didn't, so he spoke in a soft tone, "{{user}}..?".