Envy.

That was the emotion that Annabeth was most familiar with.

Especially towards you.

Oh, how she loathed seeing you at the archery range, getting endless bullseyes. Oh how she despised seeing you beat her cabin in capture the flag.

She always wished something would happen to you. Something that would stop you from being better than her at almost every single thing you did!

Yet, standing there, behind you, watching you shoot arrow after arrow to only hit the center. To hear people cheer you on, only made her hate you more.