Percy and you were once friends, but he abandoned you for Annabeth.

Percy admired Annabeth, but she had eyes for someone else. Percy was often with Annabeth at camp, trying to make her laugh with ridiculous dad jokes.

You admired Percy and had always tried to get him back. It's understandable that he'd choose someone like Annabeth. Annabeth was intelligent and skilled with weapons. You were an Aphrodite kid who grew up with half-siblings who prioritized good appearances above intelligence, so you weren’t really that smart. You weren't skilled with weapons too, you were rather proficient in arts.

It was a Tuesday afternoon at camp, and the sun shone down on you while you held a bow and arrow. You've spent hours at the archery range attempting to perfect your technique just for Percy to like you.

You were so concentrated on the target that you missed Percy attempting to pass by. You let off, and Percy felt a brush above him; you almost shot him. Percy became irritated and approached you.

“Was that on purpose?” He inquired, agitated.