Boredom is a horrible thing. Ah well. Anyway, this is a one shot about when Luke met up with Annabeth before he became Kronos. Also, Annabeth's POV.

It was a sunny spring day. I was sprawled on the red fluffy couch, reading (of course!) on Ancient Greek architecture. My little step-twin-brothers, Matthew and Bobby, had left all their Lego pieces sprawled all over the living room the house was quiet, as for my family had gone off to get ice cream at the nearest Ben & Jerry's store. But personally, I'll admit it, ice cream isn't my favorite thing. I would prefer reading than going to a crowded store that probably had toxic chemicals in the air.

"Annabeth no watching T.V. or going on the computer! And do not open the door to anyone!" My dad, Frederick Chase, called out in his aviator cap and goggles. He grabbed the keys from the peg near the brightly colored blue door.

"I know," I said, a bit annoyed, but my head was spinning with excitement. See, our family is a bit chaotic at sometimes. And now, I could finally read in peace with no annoying brothers screaming in my ears.

My step-mother smiled at me, her jet black red highlighted hair in a pink headband. I found myself smiling back. This was probably the first time she had ever smiled at me, so why shouldn't I take the opportunity to enjoy her? Like Athena would say, keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer! But maybe she wasn't enemy. Maybe.

"See you, Annabeth!" One of the twins yelled as they bounded out the door and into the new red Mercury my dad had gotten. Boy, I wouldn't be missing them.

"And one more thing," my dad said, his eyes serious. "Do not play with my battlefield. If I catch you–"

"I know," I sighed, impatient for them to get out. "Grounded for a month. No books or anything." My dad smiled kindly.

"Very good. See you, Annabeth!" He and my step-mother stepped outside. My dad shut the door quietly and I heard the lock go click!

I bounced on to the couch as soon as I heard the car roll out of the driveway. I grabbed the thick volume on the structure of Greek architecture that laid on the brown marble coffee table and made myself comfortable. I opened the volume to the bookmark on the page. The bookmark was actually a picture of Percy and I, which I used as a bookmark for safe keeping.

I stared at the picture for sometime, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. I couldn't believe I actually kept a picture of my guy friend and me as a bookmark. How silly.

I shook my head and started to read chapter six of my book, the chapter on columns.

My mind wandered to my Architect Mode as I read five chapters. I stood up, and went to go turn on the A.C., gods it was hot.

I went back and got settled in a different position so that the cool air was in my face.

Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring. I jumped up, my book slipping onto the wooden floor. It made a loud noise as it collided with the floor.

"Oh Hades!" I muttered under my breath. So much for pretending no one was in the house. I reach for my celestial bronze knife, which lay on the coffee table and edged toward the nearest window with shades. I peeked under the shades.

At first, I only saw the flowers in the yard. But as I looked toward the side of the door, I saw someone.

There was a boy, about twenty one with sandy blond hair. He had blue eyes and a scar running down his left cheek.

I gasped. I only knew one boy who had a scar running down his cheek.

"Luke," I whispered, scared. Last Christmas, he had tried to recruit Thalia into the Titan Army. Now he wanted me. Or so I assumed.

And that is how I came to doing the stupidest thing in my life.

I opened the door for him.

I know, how stupid. But I was shocked. One, that he knew where I lived and two, he actually had the nerve to come here. How dare he?

I gripped my knife with my left hand as I opened the door with my right. I know, I was disobeying my dad.

"Annabeth," Luke said. His blue eyes looked pained.

"Luke," I hissed. I crouched in a defensive position.

"I come under a flag of truce, Annabeth. I only want five minutes to talk. Please."

"What?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"May I come in?" Luke asked politely, and completely ignoring my question. He didn't wait for me to answer. "I don't carry any weapons, I swear," he insisted as he walked in and made himself comfortable on the couch. I groaned. I hope my family would stay long at the ice cream shop. Imagine what my dad would say if he found Luke in his house.

I sat across from him, my book on architecture was still on the floor.

"How are you, Annabeth?"

I didn't answer.

"Annabeth, listen," Luke started. His eyes wandered, probably analyzing every detail of the house. "Remember those times, when we ran away, with Thalia?"He asked calmly.

"Yes," I said, a mere whisper. The important memories flooded back to me. How they found me, when we went to May Castellan's house for supplies, losing Thalia...

"Annabeth, I want to run away, again. Forget... I ever joined the Titans. It's quite obvious Thalia now hates me, with her eternal girls club thing. But it could be just the two of us, just like the old times. Come on, Annabeth. You can't hate me. I don't hate you." My mouth dropped... Was he offering to run away again? To become friends? Haha. I hoped today was April Fools.

"What?" I said feebly.

"Forget the Great Prophecy. Forget the Titans and Gods. Lets run away and escape this treacherous world, Annabeth. Forget Percy!" He waited for my response, he fumbled with his fingers, obviously nervous. Forget Percy? The prophecy? My own mother? What a jerk, I would never do that. Liar. He would just take me to the Titan Army, again. Believe me, I learned my lesson once and I don't want to learn it twice. And that's how I came to do the most surprising thing yet.

I slapped him.

His fingers instantly went to the red mark now on his cheek that my hand had left.

"Annabeth?" Luke asked, his voice, scared.

"You want me to forget everything?!" I demanded of him, standing up, my hands on my hips. "You just want me to help you get out of this mess you got yourself in! Don't you DARE lie to me, Luke Castellan! You just want to take me back to your stupid Titan Army and kill me! Isn't that so?! And even if it isn't, why should I do this for you?! WHY?! NO WAY AM I DOING YOUR BIDDING, LUKE CASTELLAN!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs. As soon as I finished, I gasped and my hands went over my mouth. What had I done?

Luke glared at me, his hands trembling with anger. He jumped up.

"You don't know half of it, Annabeth! You don't know what he is going to do! He's going to use me like a stepping stone to take over the world! That's exactly how he's going to use me! And he's going to use me to become even MORE powerful! Don't lie, Annabeth! I know you don't want that!" He saw my bookmark and grabbed it and ripped it up. "A stepping stone!" The tiny pieces that was left of the photograph fluttered to the floor. Luke started to pant, he looked scared. Very scared.

"What do you mean, Luke?" I asked, nervous. The stepping stone thing did not sound good.

But he was on a roll. "KILL ME! Because your going to have to fight me sooner or later!" His eyes looked murderous, and for a second, I thought they were gold. I shook my head, just my imagination. Just my imagination.

"Luke," I said calmly, trying to settle him down. "Things have changed. Running away isn't going to convince me to join the Titan Army. Never, Luke."

"It isn't for the Titan Army! It's for real!"

"Liar!" I shouted at him, losing my control.

"You might as well fight me now, because it's the last chance you'll get Annabeth," Luke snarled. I bit my lip. I couldn't kill Luke. That was like suicide.

"No," I said. "No," I repeated.

Luke flinched.

"Then goodbye, Annabeth!" He stormed out of the door, slamming it behind him.

I ran up to the door and stuck my head out.

"Is that it Luke?! Do you want to die?!" He didn't turn back around to answer me. Instead he started to run, faster and faster.

"Luke wait!" I cried. I stared at the place he was seconds ago, processing what had just happened. I wanted to run after him, and try to convince him that Hermes did love him. It was always how I imagined it, Luke coming to my house and I convincing him the gods are good. Then we could live a happy life. But no. Heroes don't get happy endings. Just like my bookmark.

"Silly Annabeth," I mumbled. I locked the door and sat back down on the couch.

My hands trembled as I tried to pick up my book, trying to forget everything. But the book slipped from my hand, leaving a ripped page in my fingers. I gasped, trying not to cry. I tried taking deep breaths in and out but it only came as sobs.

The tears started to drip down my cheeks, faster and faster. I bit my lip, hoping they would stop, but it was useless. I gave up and let them fall on the ripped page at a fast pace. No. He wasn't gone. No.

I wailed and ran up the stairs. I slammed the bathroom door behind me, crying. I stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were puffy gray and my cheeks were red. I looked like a thin tomato, my honey blond hair was stuck to my tan skin. I took shaky breaths but the tears gave in again. I buried my head in my hands and tried to calm myself down.

I heard the lock open but I didn't go to greet my family. I was a mess. I stared at the paper ripped out, a paper with nothing written on it. A paper that was still eligible to carry the words of today.

"Annabeth?" My step-mother asked. "We got you a pint of cookie dough!" Oh gods. She knew cookie dough flavor was my favorite. But I didn't want it now. I heard footsteps run in the living room, the twins without a doubt.

The adults were silent for a moment, while the twins started playing with their Legos.

"Annabeth?!" My dad called out, worried. "Annabeth!" I opened the door slowly, tears still streaming down, and I slumped down the staircase.

"Annabeth!" My dad called out with relief. He strode forward but stopped when he saw my face. "What's wrong?" I started to cry even harder and ran into his arms. He patted me on the back.

"What happened, Annabeth?" He looked at my fingers, which still held the ripped page, my ripped heart. "Oh. I understand, Annabeth." I shook my head and sobbed.

"No. No you don't, Dad."

So... Did you like it? Sad? I have the book in my hands right now... Reviews are love!