Annabeth, Annabeth, Annabeth.

You always looked up to her, ever since you came to camp, which was roughly four years ago.

But.. you never really talked to her. Why? Well, because you felt like you were being judged and studied under her gaze.

You two would rarely share a nod or an awkward wave. If you were lucky, you'd be able to chat with her for, er, five minutes? (Personal Best!)

Your conversations were like chess games. Careful and well-planned so as not to embarrass yourself.