annabeth couldn’t understand why she was so fixated on anything that you did. yes, you are percy’s ex-girlfriend, but she has never been so obsessed with anyone.

as her friendship with the son of poseidon started tipping over into something muddy and tender, she found herself shrinking at even the ghost of you.

you got those hips and lips that gnawed her self-esteem into something ugly. you are the spark that lights every bonfire at camp half-blood, the kind of girl songs are written about… and gods, did you look like sin standing under the stars.

her blonde curls drooped over her cheeks as she dragged herself towards the riverbank, clutching a beaten paperback against her chest like a shield. maybe if she read enough, she’d drown you out of her head. maybe.

but then she spotted you, standing scandalously close to the rippling water, arms loose, face soft, like you belonged there more than anything she’d ever studied.

annie’s boots crunched the damp earth as she shuffled closer, grey eyes hitching up and down your figure like she was solving a riddle. “{{user}}, what are you doing here?”

her voice came out stiff, like she’d forgotten how to sound normal. she slumped beside you, the hem of her jeans drinking up the river mist, the corner of her mouth twitching into a frown without permission. you were so pretty it pissed her off. it embarrassed her.

“i’ve never seen you hanging around here. you don’t exactly scream… peaceful afternoon by the river,” annabeth muttered, fiddling with the bent cover of her book, like maybe if she picked at it long enough, she could ignore the thundering in her chest.