Percy guided her back to the kitchen and filled her a glass from the faucet. If he still talked to her after tonight.Īnnabeth pushed herself up. "Maybe one day I'll tell you about it."Īnnabeth, although not thinking straight, liked the idea of Percy telling her things in the future. "Why aren't you tipsy?" She asked, barely able to open her eyes to see the conflicted expression gracing his face. "Ugh," Annabeth spit and flushed the toilet before closing the lid and leaning her head on the cold porcelain. Which was nice and all, but the minuscule part of her brain that wasn't numbed by alcohol was utterly horrified that this insanely hot guy had to see her puke because she couldn't hold her drink. The man - Percy - held her hair back as she vomited. "I-" She barely got the word out before she had to force herself to run towards the bathroom. "How much did you drink?" he demanded, not unkindly. But that's not what I asked."Īnnabeth moaned, "I don't feel too great, Percy-" "My name is Annabeth," she said, feeling her stomach flop once again. "That's me," he muttered, his cheeks flaming.Īnnabeth's stomach flipped, and not from excitement. If it was possible, it made him even cuter. The dark haired man smirked at her, his face turning red and his hand going up to rub the back of his neck. Annabeth had since grown tired of it over the three months since classes started, and had been planning on confronting him as soon as she'd worked up the nerve. They'd been playing the staring game, only looking across the classroom when they thought the other wasn't looking. The one that's always staring at me."Īnnabeth could faintly remember the weekly classes, always looking forward to seeing the dark haired guy that sat across from her. "you're that cute guy from my English class. "Hey," she said, the man's face becoming clearer. "You don't look too good."Īnnabeth opened her eyes to see a familiar face - no, not a friend, but definitely a face she'd seen before, and hadn't soon forgotten. Until a melodious voice cut through her head. She slumped against the doorway, thankful that there was no one in the kitchen. If only they knew the real story, she thought, her brain still fuzzy. She could imagine that all of them felt bad for the freshman that had gotten carried away at her first real party. She could feel the amused stares on her back as she walked towards the kitchen in the back of the house. Until her stomach started flipping and she excused herself, rather loudly. Her mind was no longer clear enough to decide whether or not dancing with the blonde-haired senior, Luke, was a good idea. After tonight, she decided, she was never going to speak to her friends, or drink again.īefore she knew it, she was dancing on the table, unable to form a coherent thought, and walking in a crooked line. She downed three, all while thinking about the state of her liver and how badly she was going to regret this when she got alcohol poisoning. Out of anger, she chugged the rest of her drink before cracking open another and doing the same. She sipped the beer in her hand, all too well aware that she was underage and that the cops could be called at any moment, until a very drunk Leo sauntered up and told her to pace herself, the sarcasm thick and obvious in his voice. Get out and live a little"Īnnabeth had never been the one to give into peer pressure, especially when drinking and parties were involved, but as she was trying to turn over a new leaf during her first year of college, she figured she could spend her Friday night proving her best friend wrong. But here she was, at some lowly college party that Piper has pressured her into going to because, "You're always locked up in that dorm of yours. She would much rather be in the library, or snuggled up in bed reading a book about architecture.
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