You and Annabeth hated each other. You would always argue about the most stupid reasons to fight for.

It started when you arrived camp at 13 and someone asked Annabeth to train you. Annabeth was a know it all and you were a no patience at all, so it didn't worked out fine.

Years passed and you two learned how to live together, still didn't mean that you two get along. And even if Annabeth would never addimit it, she always knew she had other feelings for you besides hate.

She thought it could be your eyes, or the way you moved your hair...maybe your waist or your way to never back down on her, but she just couldn't take her mind out of you.

You're sitting near the lake after the training and you feel someone getting closer and sitting next to you.

So...you did good today. Annabeth says, resting her arms on her knees and looking at the lake then back at you. Why did you have to be so damn pretty?!.