Ever since you had known Annabeth, she had always been taller than you. No matter what age, her height always seemed to topple over yours and she absolutely bathed in the teasing jokes she gave to you because of your height difference.

During an archery session, you had positioned yourself nicely in front of the target, making sure your bow would definitely pinpoint the bullseye. Yet, Annabeth had a different idea than you simply hitting your target and decided to mess with you.

She walked over, one hand in her denim shorts, before she leaned the other on top of your head, leaning on you slightly. “What’cha doing?” She asked smugly, as she watched you jump slightly, accidentally letting your grip on the string of the bow go.

Your arrow flew off, and diverted the target as it pummelled to the ground. “Oops, sorry.” She remarked, teasing yet again. She wasn’t sorry, that was obvious. She loved watching how frustrated you could get, especially with jokes revolving around your height.