Annabeth

Chapter 16

He was so helpless, and I didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of doing.

"Holy shit."

It was supposed to be a whisper, but Luke's voice was like a siren in the quiet room. From behind Percy, I could see the panicked look of May Castellan, Luke's mother who I had been introduced to as Luke's "friend". Luke's father, who I hadn't even met yet, looked at Percy with a pained expression. These adults knew how Percy felt about his father. They knew how Percy felt growing up without his father in his life.

I, however, did not. I only knew that Percy's father was absent, but I did not know how or why. So seeing this man who looked so much like Percy Jackson made me wonder a lot of things, like why he hadn't been there, and where he was for the most part of Percy's life.

"Poseidon." Percy finally spoke up, stepping into the room. He did not sit down, or go to his father, but he stood across the room and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I was wondering when I'd see you," Percy's father voice was booming and loud, and when he spoke his dimples stretched. He had the same features as Percy, except older and aged. His sea-green eyes held years of laughter, it seemed, especially because the crinkles in the corners of his eyes reminded me of some kind of jolly person. I could not see myself smiling anytime soon at this man, though. For whatever reason he had left, it was the reason for why Percy had had such a hard time growing up. For this, I hated the man.

"You were wondering when you would see me?" Percy's voice was harsh as he snorted at his father. I watched as Poseidon Jackson stared at his son, his smile long past faltering.

Percy's father stood. His black Polo's t-shirt sleeves stretched against his biceps and his big, barrel chest. He was suddenly scary as he stood like a tower in the room. "Perseus, I know you're going through a hard time with Caroline's death, but-,"

It was like Percy froze in his spot. Luke's father stood quickly, and he wasn't as tall as Poseidon, so he didn't look like much of a threat. "Poseidon, I think-,"

"Hermes," Percy's father glared daggers at his brother-in-law. "I'm talking to my son."

"I'm not your son!" Percy said loudly. It was more of a yell towards the big man. "You haven't been my father since the day you left me behind."

Poseidon stared, wide-eyed at Percy. His jaw went slack. I felt out of place, and I hadn't even realized I was an on-looker until Luke reached out and grabbed my hand. I looked down at it, and when I looked back up, I saw Percy's eyes flick away from our linked hands. I couldn't stand to hold Luke's hand; not now, not when Percy was watching. It felt weird.

"I did not leave you behind."

"Really?" Percy let out a cold, disinterested laugh. "So you came back? Weird, I haven't seen you until now."

"Perseus, don't talk to me like-,"

"It's Percy." He interjected, "And I don't have time to talk to you. I need to go pick up my truck. Let's go, Luke."

Luke looked from Poseidon to Percy, unsure of what to do. It seemed like he couldn't decide between his mother's brother or his cousin.

"I'll go get in the car…" I muttered, slipping past Luke and hoping that maybe that would sway Luke to come along so that Percy could get out of here. I knew he wanted to.

"I just got here." Poseidon narrowed his eyes at his son. "You will treat me with respect and at least acknowledge me."

"I don't owe you anything." Percy spat. "If you're here for the will- which you probably are, seeing that it's been more than ten years since I've heard from you, and you pick the day of Gran's death to show back up in this town- you aren't getting anything. It's all in my name, and I'll be damned if you ever see a bit of that money."

That was all I heard after slipping through the front door and hurrying to Luke's Camaro. Behind me, Luke started his car from his keypad, and I flung the door open, praying that Percy wouldn't take long to follow behind us. I knew he didn't want to face his father, and the man scared me to be honest. He was big and loud, and I didn't have any clue why he left in the first place, which means the worst possible solutions were running through my head.

Could he have left because he abused Percy?

Obviously he had left for some reason, because apparently Percy hadn't spoken to him in over ten years. That's a long time.

Luke pulled the car closer to the door, and right when I was beginning to think he wouldn't come, Percy burst through the door. He angrily opened the passenger door, and I looked up at him expectedly.

"Jump up," He growled, and the light from the car showed that his eyes were blazing and red. I hurried to slide out of the car as the door to the Castellan house burst open. As soon as I was out, Percy was sliding in.

I was thinking that Luke would come back for me later, but I was surprised when I felt Percy's hands on my waist, tugging me down. The door closed behind me and Luke sped off, leaving his house in the dust.

The ride was quiet and I could feel Percy's hands shake, still on my waist. His grip was tight, so tight, and I had intentions to get into the back seat of Luke's Camaro, but since the car did not back doors we couldn't pull over, even if Luke wanted to.

Oddly, I felt comfortable and at ease with Percy's hands on my hips. I knew I'd probably bruise where his fingers dug in to my skin, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Obviously he was stressing, and I was his relief for the moment.

We pulled into the hospital parking lot, and I could tell Percy's eyes were starting to burn. His nose was becoming pink. I wondered if he would cry.

"Thanks," Percy croaked, pushing the Camaro's passenger door opened. He reluctantly let go of my hips, and I slid out of the door.

"It's not a problem," Luke said uncertainly. I didn't know what was going to happen next. Would we go back to Luke's house? It was Saturday night and I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. It was only about nine-thirty, and when Luke picked me up around seven earlier this evening, he had promised my father I'd be home no later than eleven. All we had done was pick up dinner and watch a movie, then when we made it back to Luke's house the problem with Percy arose. I didn't want to go back to Luke's. Especially if Percy's father was still there.

I could picture the worst scenarios playing out. I could see myself yelling at Percy's father about anything that came to mind. I didn't even know the whole story and I was ready to fight.

How fucked up is that?

"Do you want me to take Annabeth home?" Percy asked, standing beside the car and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm probably going to stop by her house, anyways."

What?

"For Mal?" Luke asked, scrunching his eyebrows together.

Percy just shrugged.

"I'll ride home with Percy," I offered quickly, turning to Luke. "We can hang out tomorrow or something, alright?"

"I have a full schedule tomorrow," Luke's hands went to his jaw as he scratched while thinking. "I might be able to stop by your house tomorrow night but I can't stay."

"That's fine," I had one leg out of the door now, and Percy was already rounding his truck to open the passenger door. "I'll call you, okay?"

"Don't forget." Luke said, looking me straight in the eyes. "I'm going to make sure everything's okay at the house."

I closed the Camaro door behind me, and after I was safely in the front seat and buckled of Percy's truck, Luke sped off, leaving us alone.

"Fucking shit," Percy swore under his breath as he waited for the truck to start. "Today's just fucking awful."

I felt sympathetic for him. I didn't want to shoot him a patronizing look, though, because I knew he'd hate that. I know I would, too.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked timidly, unsure of what else to say.

"I don't know." He said bluntly, buckling his seatbelt and pulling out of the parking spot. "I'm not taking you home, though."

"What?" I asked, confused. "You aren't taking me home?"

"I can't right now." Percy looked at me from the corner of his eye, a few strands of his messy hair blocking some of his face. His hand rose to his head, and he brushed them away.

I understood that he needed me, so I leaned back in my chair and waited for him to start talking. I knew he would at some point; both of us knew that he owed me the story of his dad, and since it was staring at us right in the face he had to say something sooner or later.

It was later, probably about a half hour later when we were driving down some back road when he did say something. He turned down the radio that had been playing some Ed Sheeran song, and even though I loved the singer/songwriter with all my heart, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even recognize the song.

"As you know, I was only a newborn when my mother died."

I nodded, and then thought better of it. The truck was dark, and the only light was coming from the dashboard's clock and controls. I spoke with a shaking voice, then. "Yes, you told me."

Percy sighed. "It was either my mom or me that lived. She wanted me so bad, you know? Sally was her name, I think I told you that, and she was fucking beautiful. All she wanted was her two boys- her husband and her first born son. She never lived to see me, though, and she begged for my father to pick her son over herself. Of course my father was faced with the decision to either keep me or his wife… if Sally had lived she would have never been happy with him, and if I lived she would die happy. Since it was what Sally wished, Poseidon chose my life over hers."

"She never got to see you?"

"I'm pretty sure she died in delivery." Percy said softly. "She never got to hold me as she died or anything dramatic like that, but she did pick out my name before she went into the delivery room. Sally had always liked the name Percy, probably from some Harry Potter book or something, because she was really smart and liked to read. It could also come from some old Greek Mythology dude somewhere, I don't know."

"Perseus the demigod," A small smile came to my lips despite the sad story.

"Yeah, him," I could tell Percy was rolling his eyes. "Anyways, I think the loss was really hard on Poseidon. He could never really get over her, and apparently seeing me everyday was just a reminder of Sally's death."

"So he left you." I deadpanned.

"He left me with Caroline, who was my Gran and Sally's mother. He was married once before, you see, before he met Sally. Poseidon said he was going to visit his first son and he would be back… which is why he left his apartment behind. That, and I think he didn't want to get rid of the apartment he lived with Sally in. I guess it was sentimental or some shit."

"Wait, don't you have to rent apartments?"

"Poseidon is rich." Percy snorted, "I wouldn't be surprised if he bought the whole damn apartment complex."

It didn't surprise me that Percy's father was rich. Especially because Percy had a lot of money himself, and even though most of it came from his career, he still had a lot of inheritance. Which led me to my next question.

"Did Sally leave you anything with her death?"

"To insure that Poseidon would actually choose my life over Sally's, she left everything she had ever bought herself to me. That included pretty much everything since Poseidon always purchased things in her name. He wanted to give her the world- it would be romantic, except that I can't see any good in my father anymore."

"You're Gran's only grandchild, then?" I asked.

"Technically Luke is, I guess, but not by blood. May and Poseidon are siblings, though they have different fathers. It's a very complicated bloodline."

"Everything your Gran owned is now yours, I take it?"

Percy nodded, and I could see his head bob even though there was almost no light. He came to a stop in front of a stop sign and parked. "She left everything to me… she said she loved me, too, and she had nobody else she'd rather give her assets to."

"What exactly did she own?" I asked, wondering what all she could possibly give her grandson.

"Gran owned an ice cream shop, a beauty salon and even a donut shop. She was one of those old ladies who was friends with everybody, you know? Now I have to worry about sending out invitations to her funeral, and I have to worry all about arrangements-,"

"You don't have to," I said, shaking my head. "I can help you."

I really could help him. I could help him do everything he needed me to. I offered because he was going on about everything he would need to do, and he sounded so heartbroken about everything that it made me sad for him. What if my father hated the sight of me because I reminded him of my mother? What if my mother had died during childbirth? The closest woman to being Percy's mother was his Gran… and she had just passed away. To make it worse, apparently Percy's father had left to go see his other son. That had to really freaking hurt, to know that your father was leaving you because he was with another son, a son that he could stand.

He was so helpless, and I didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of doing.

I reached forward and grabbed Percy's hand, even though I knew it was a big step. I knew that the tingles that came along with the contact of our skin- and yes, when I grabbed his hand, I felt them just like that day on the plane- would overwhelm me, but I didn't plan on letting go. I also didn't plan Percy's reaction.

"Annabeth…" He trailed off, his eyes lingering down on our hands. "What-,"

"I'm trying to comfort you," I explained quietly, "This is the only way I know how."

"I don't-,"

"You do. You need comfort, and you know it. Earlier your hands were like steel on my hips, and even though it hurt I knew it made you feel better to have contact from another human so I didn't pull away."

"Did I hurt you?" Percy sounded concerned now. His thumb slipped out and rubbed across my hand.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," I said honestly.

Percy was silent, but I heard him sigh a little. "I didn't know I was hurting you. You have to say something, Annabeth, you can't just take the pain."

"I can if you need me to," I said, gripping his hand tighter. I scooted closer to him. Should I hug him? Would that be weird?

"W-what are you doing?" He whispered, his voice still gruff and hoarse. It was low and sexy, and I immediately recognized it from that day on the plane.

"I don't know," I pulled away, unsure now. What was wrong with me? I had somehow gravitated towards him, and this was so freaking cliché that I felt like I was scripted in some kind of movie. I mean, this shit only happens in books and ABC Family TV shows. When I started to pull my hand away, though, he gripped it harder and pulled me to him. I ended up colliding headfirst into his chest.

"I don't know, either," He breathed, and when I looked up into his eyes, the lust I had seen that very first day was replaying itself.

What the fuck was I going to do?

Why the fuck was I moving closer to him?

His lips hovered just above mine, and his breath was so sweet. I could tell he was waiting for my permission, or something along those lines.

Maybe he was unsure?

I was definitely unsure.

Also, I was in a really uncomfortable position, bending over the center console and basically being cradled by Percy's chest and being held down by his hand.

"Fuck it," He growled, and I was so turned on in that moment by the way his voice sounded that I didn't even remind myself of my boyfriend when Percy's lips crashed into mine.

I immediately moaned- and then stopped myself. It was incredibly embarrassing to make that kind of noise when all he had done was press his lips to mine. His hands came up to my face and maybe it looked like he was gripping the sides of it, but really it felt kind of gentle.

My lips moved against his, and it felt so good, so great, to be with him and like this again. It's not like it's some kind of love-at-first-kiss shit that happens in movies, but the feelings I was receiving from just being in this intimate position with him made me believe that maybe you could actually fall in love with somebody just by kissing them. I mean, I was so jealous of Mal right then that it wasn't even funny- she got to kiss this guy every single day, and sometimes do more- only to break things off with him for stupid disloyalty reasons. If I got to kiss Percy Jackson like this every day of my life… yeah, I'd probably love him, too.

Then, I thought of Mal and my jaw felt like it was dropping.

I was kissing my sister's boyfriend.

Wait, no, ex-boyfriend.

For the second time, to make matters worse. Except the first time they actually were together… right? Or am I confused?

I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with my brain, but my thoughts were spiraling in all kinds of directions. I guess when it felt like my jaw was going slack, it actually was, because next thing I knew, I could feel Percy's smooth and delicious, velvety tongue running along my bottom lips and then pushing itself into my mouth.

And, Dear God, it was glorious.

I felt like melting right then, and when I shifted, I felt the pressure from my body being leaned on the console lift. My side throbbed, but I ignored it and got into a better and more comfortable position.

Percy's hands were sliding from my face to my hips, and I was being pulled again. I didn't pull away, because I was so scared that if I did, we'd stop. This felt too amazing to stop. I should stop- this was my sister's ex-boyfriend.

I was pulled into Percy's lap, and it was so warm and comfortable, and yes, something was definitely rubbing against my thigh, but I didn't think of that. I could only think of Percy's hands that were on my hips.

Earlier tonight, his hands had been hard and heavy, and I'm still sure there will be bruises if there aren't any already, but right now they were gentle as his pinky fingers rubbed lazy little circles into my skin. It felt so good, and I was starting to get worried that I actually would melt right into his lap, and then maybe slid all into the driver's floorboard.

Oh, my God, I was straddling Percy in his driver's seat.

How in the actual hell did this happen? How was I not, like, bumping the steering wheel or some shit? Part of my brain was telling me that he had probably scooted his chair back, and that I shouldn't worry. The other part was screaming.

I was kissing Percy Jackson again.

I was also running out of air.

I pulled away, gasping for air. My hands had somehow ended up in the mess of Percy's hair. and my fingers were tangled into his dark locks. I didn't want to let go, though, and when I felt Percy's amazing lips connect with my collar bone, I tugged on the hair and actually gasped out loud.

"You like that?" He breathed, and I could feel his smirk on my skin, like for real.

"Oh, my God," I groaned, nodding my head. "I love it."

His teeth came next, and he lightly nipped at the skin above the collar bone. "You taste good," He teased, which only made me groan again, but this time more in my head than out loud.

"We shouldn't-," I began, but I had absolutely no intentions of pulling away. This felt so good, and after all the stress from this week and even today, this got my mind off everything- except a few things. Things I had never even thought of myself doing before. Things that I was probably to chicken to ever do.

"Don't," Percy pulled his lips away from my neck and looked at me straight in the face. "Don't tell me to stop, because if I do… God, if you do…"

I just looked at him, our eyes connecting. He looked so helpless, still, and his eyes pleaded with mine to let him continue. I knew I wasn't going to say no, but there was other things I had to attend to, first.

"But, Mal… and Luke…"

"Are you happy with Luke?" Percy was panting lightly, but his question was serious. "Does he make you happy, Annabeth? Tell me the truth."

"I don't-," I was going to say I don't know, or maybe even I don't think so, but the truth was that Luke was a good guy. We were supposedly together, somehow, even though I didn't know him like I should. We had hooked-up once, and occasionally he kissed my forehead, but he didn't make me feel like this. He didn't make me want to never stop kissing him. Luke didn't make me want to know everything about him… Percy did.

"Does he make you feel like this?" Percy's hips slowly lifted, and I felt that same warm spot against my thigh again, but this time it was more prominent. It slipped a little, and it was more between my thighs than against them now. I knew exactly what it was, but I had never felt the tingles that started at my thighs and slowly made their way to my lower stomach before.

"Oh," Was all I could say as I leaned forward and let my forehead rest on his chest.

"It's nothing we haven't done before," He said softly, "But if you want me to stop… just say so."

"No," I said slowly. "I just… I'll think about it later."

"What is it?" Percy asked, rubbing my back with one hand. "Tell me. You can tell me anything."

"It's nothing," I shook my head and kissed his forehead. "I want to do this. I want to kiss you. It feels good, and I'm not even thinking about the stress I've been going through this week."

"So I'm just a stress reliever?" He asked, a smile playing at his lips. "While I like the idea of that, I kind of want to know if you feel anything for me."

I shrugged. I didn't want to get into all that right now.

"Can we just…" I trailed off, letting my lips start their journey from his temple to his jaw.

He took the hint and cocked his head so that I had better access to his neck. I tried to copy what he did to my collarbones, because I loved how it made me feel, but I had never done it before, so I didn't know if I was doing it right.

I heard a low sound coming from his chest that spread to his throat, and when it finally sounded, it came out as another growl. My lips kissed at his neck and I even nibbled a little, and by the time I had gotten a hold of his earlobe, I slowly let out a breath of air and he went wild. His hands were on my hips again, and he was kissing me roughly, his lips finding mine and his tongue already dancing with my own.

We kissed like this for what felt like hours, and right when I thought he was getting bored, he would tilt his head and we'd kiss deeper. When one of us would run out of breath, somebody would start kissing a neck, and we'd end up right back where we left off, frantically pressing our swollen lips together.

My hands were falling from his shoulders to his chest, and then to his stomach. When I found the hem of his shirt, my knuckles accidentally brushed his heated lap, and we both froze.

"I'm sorry," I said, pulling away from his lips. "I was trying to-," I just stopped there because it was awkward enough explaining that I was trying to get into his shirt when I accidentally brushed up against his penis.

That would sound so not cool, too. I could see it now; "I was trying to touch your abs because they're sexy as hell but I ended up touching your penis instead."

What do people call them besides a penis? I wasn't four, so I didn't favor the word 'wee-wee'. I wasn't going to call it a 'pecker' like my twin brothers did, and I wasn't exactly liking the term 'dick', either. It wouldn't be sexy to call it a 'disco stick' like Lady Gaga, did, either.

Percy shook his head and laughed, bringing me from my thoughts. "I know you weren't trying to touch my dick. You can chill."

So he called it a dick, then? That was still so odd to me… especially because I shopped at a Dicks Sporting Goods, and now every time I go in there or think of the store, all that will come to mind will be the heat inside Percy's pants.

"Don't call it that," I scrunched up my nose.

"What?"

"Don't call it that word!"

"What do you want me to call it?" Percy narrowed his eyes. I mean, I'm sure he had never had problems with a girl calling his thing a dick before. I was probably the only insane one that insisted he come up with another name for it.

"I don't know! That word isn't pretty, though!"

"Did you just call my dick pretty?" Percy's eyes widened. "You haven't even seen it!"

I threw my hands up to my face and covered my eyes. "Oh, my God, I didn't mean it like that."

"…So you don't like the word 'dick'?"

I shook my head, heat creeping to my cheeks. "I don't like the other word, either."

"What other word?"

"The 'P' word," I bit my lip, feeling like a tomato burning in the sun. My cheeks were on fire, and to make it worse, Percy started laughing again.

"You don't like the terms 'dick', or 'pussy'."

"Don't say it!" I cried, covering his mouth with my hand. God, I hated those words. They were some kind of porn-created terms, I swear.

"So what do you call… it?" Percy's eyebrows were pulled together, and honestly it looked like he was trying to keep from laughing.

If I could blush anymore, I swear I was. "Um, not that."

Percy's shoulders started to shake with laughter.

"What are you laughing at?!"

"You're sitting here… on my dick… talking about changing its name. Excuse me if I find it funny."

I placed my hand on my face again and just shook my head. "Just pretend I didn't say anything, then!"

"Oh my gosh, I'm joking," Percy's hands pried my hands away from my face. "If it makes you uncomfortable, you can just call it It."

"I won't be talking to It," I argued, "So I won't be calling it It."

"Well then when you think of it, think f it as It."

"Who says I would be thinking of It?!"

"I was hoping you would be," Percy laughed again. I slapped his shoulder and even found myself giggling along with him.

"You're one of a kind, Annabeth Chase." He kissed my nose and leaned back in his seat, looking at me with an amused expression.

"I know," I looked at my hands that rested on his stomach. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's cute."

"You're cute." I blurted.

A goofy, boyish smile appeared on Percy's face, and I could even make out a blush on his cheeks, too. "Think so?"

I nodded, "I do."

"I think you're cute, too," He said bringing his arms around me. He hugged me, and I was pressed to his chest again. I felt weird, at first, but he didn't let me go. Instead, I was paralyzed until I finally just relaxed, and everything felt okay.

It even felt kind of normal.

EDIT: I fixed the chapter... I kind of accidently uploaded 16 instead of 15, so you guys have ended up with two chapter updates in one day... enjoy & go back to read the chapter before this one.

R&R, I'm a screw up.

"why did I feel like a whore... such a guilty whore."