She's got those lips, she's got those hips

Annabeth Chase, the perfect girl. That's who your (now ex) boyfriend left you for. You're a little bit obsessed. How can you not be? She's perfect. Tall, blonde, her bronze skin literally glows in the summer.

The life of every fuckin' party

Yeah, glows. It's not fair. You're jealous, and it shows. "Fix your face," your half sibling whispers. You've been scowling at Annabeth, watching her perfect plump lips pull into a stupidly perfect smile.

She's talented, she's good with kids

Your hand clutches the spoon you were using to scoop sugar for your drink. Your knuckles are white as you see Percy lean next to Annabeth to kiss her cheek. Her perfect, bronze, freckled cheek. God, she makes you so mad.

She even speaks kindly about me.

You walk out of the dining pavillion and you hear one of Annabeth's siblings ask her about you. "Oh, {{user}}? She's beautiful. Very kind, too."

God, she makes your blood boil.