She would lie and fake and say that she never knew nothing about you. Your name, your hobbies, what were your activities at camp, your friends. She would never tell that the first glimpse of you made her heart start to beat desperately, because that was not her.

Until she met you.

Every time you were walking around casually at camp, maybe she was there too—staring but not in a creepy way—but still, if she wanted more she could’ve done it before. Maybe that’s exactly why she ended being in a quest with you.

Grover, Percy, Annabeth and you were picked to be on a quest. Maybe was the worst idea, a lot of mess, but still all of you took it grateful.

Annabeth looked for every way to make Percy and Grover take a rest, while you two could take a turn and see if there was any danger—a great excuse to be alone with you—so now you two were doing the round, late at night.

“So, what do you expect for this quest? Any vision yet?” She said while she was walking normally, even when inside her the nervous was only in her mind. She was grateful that her two friends ended falling sleep really quickly, so nobody could hear you two.