How stupid you felt.

The more you stared at Percy and Annabeth the more the reality stabbed at your heart. You were never the first option.

Percy was begging. He never did that with you, why was he doing it with her. Envy struck harder as more pleas left his stupidly perfectly lips. Those same lips that soothed yours.

The kisses lingered on your quivering mouth, your hand rubbing across them. Thought of him kissing her like he did to you stirred up mixed emotions.

Annabeth was perfect. Strong, resilient, smart. Of course she was. She was the daughter of Athena. Which just made you feel even more jealous.

“I’m sorry, just let me have a redo.” Percy pleaded with Annabeth, his words coming out wavered. His words stung more, even when he didn’t realize you were standing there. The true other woman.