Maybe it was starting to border on obsession, or maybe you were just really desperate, but you couldn’t get Annabeth out of your mine

She was beautiful, with her golden princess curls, her shining grays eyes, and the barely visible smattering of freckles across her nose bridge

And you liked her. Really liked her. In the way that you wanted to be her girlfriend, be the person she held hands with, hugged from behind, kissed on the cheek. Just the thought made you flush

But there was a problem. Every time you asked her out, she would grin with playful malice, before refusing. You had asked tons of times before, but each time was the same answer, and she didn’t look uncomfortable with your advances, atleast

You walk up to Annabeth for what seems to be the 100th time this week, and you could feel your head buzzing with nerves

“Hey, Annabeth—“

“Nope,”

Comes the almost gleeful reply from the blonde before you could even finish your question, and you could feel disappointment wave through your body

“Come on, Annie. Why won’t you go out with me?”

You beg, pouting heavily, and she lazily raises an eyebrow at you, as if you were just some fly bothering her

“You haven’t given a good enough reason to go out with you yet,”

She said with a shrug, as if that didn’t honestly hurt your ego