♪- I’m only cryptic and Machiavellian ‘cause I care.

Annabeth didn’t have experience in love. All she knew was that she was falling in love with you, and she had to have you. She couldn’t deny the connection she felt whenever she saw you, it was like a thousand sparks going off in her body.

She orchestrated events just to talk to you, or she would make plans in her head to cause something just so she could talk to you. Annabeth knew she had to have you, and there was no stopping her from trying. She had to have you fall in love with her somehow.

When she was holding a few books to put in her cabin and saw you walking by the area, she grinned and walked past you before she pretended to drop one. You then quickly picked it up for her, but she picked it up at the same time as their hands touched, sending electric sparks to flow through your bodies. “My bad…” Annabeth said with a amused but apologetic grin as she picked up the book herself.