You watched as your boyfriend’s figure waved off to Percy , Annabeth, and Grover as they headed on the trip. The forest pine sent lingered in the air as the trees gave you cool coverage from the sun. Everything was going to be okay. Until your eye got caught in the red sneakers Percy had in his hands. Clutching onto them intently of use. Your stomach dropped and you stood there. Going through the 5 stages of grief all at once. But you were overtaken obliviously in rage. Percy is a kid. Your nails dug half moons into your palms as you stormed up to Luke, grasping his arm and pulling him into an empty cabin. You saw the sneer on his face. How could you be such a fool to this man?