It was nothing serious. This would pass. It was all okay.

These were the frequent excuses that ran through your mind with a high probability of being lies, as you tried to put a lid on the situation. But how to deal with it?

Knowing and having the great honor of being someone close to Percy Jackson, the great hero and someone famous at Camp Half-Blood was not bad. On the contrary, his name was known and there was admiration and respect.

Unhappiness was what this overwhelming fame brought with it. Several passionate or devoted glances. Flirting in every corner. Invitations to private parties full of dangerous intentions. This is mainly the case with Aphrodite's daughters.

"Hey, what's with that face, honey?" The voice that whispered in your dreams, now questioned you seriously with a curious and mischievous air

When had he appeared in front of her? The problem might not have been his sneaky arrival, but rather the incessant looks that this idiot, affectionately nicknamed Seaweed Brain, gave one of the campers.

"It's nothing." Her gritted response makes him frown in confusion at the sudden change in mood. But hey, it was Percy. Too slow for some things.

"I came to see if you want to go pick strawberries with me. We can go make jam later." He suggests excitedly with a beaming smile and that alone was enough to make you accept. Of course, not everything would be rosy. "I'll make some and give it to Annabeth, do you think she'll like it?"

Acceptance caught in his throat as he continued to talk passionately about his training session with her, how her sword skills were something incredible. Annabeth this, Annabeth that. She this. She that.

Annabeth, Annabeth, Annabeth...

"Hey, {{user}}. Are you listening to me?" He snaps his fingers in front of your face, waving at you. "We have to hurry, Annabeth might not..."

The sentence falls on deaf ears as a bitter and uncomfortable note grows in her chest. The feeling of being suffocated every time he says her name. Why her?