Losing Games

34.

34.

The Studio Session

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Percy POV

I let out a soft moan as Drew's lips explored mine and her cold fingers made their way down my body.

I was currently shirtless, all my scars showing but it wasn't anything Drew hadn't seen before, and Drew was wearing nothing but her purple lacy bra as we continued our hot make out session.

We had tried this once.

It didn't end well.

Then tried it again.

Didn't end well either.

They say third time's a charm, right?

But I needed someone to love me. I needed someone who wanted me.

And if that person was Drew then so be it.

Annabeth was getting married.

Married.

To Puke—sorry, Luke.

And as much as I didn't want her to, she deserved to be happy.

Something I didn't deserve.

It's been getting worse lately.

Everything has.

And I'm getting so tired of this same repetitive schedule.

Wake up.

Want to die.

Lie in bed for a few minutes.

Stare at the razor under my bed.

Look away.

Get up.

Drive to recording studio.

Make music.

Go back home.

Try not to kill myself.

Get drunk.

Want to die.

Take Librium.

Sleep.

Repeat.

So technically I want to die at least 3 times a day.

Mood.

And sometimes I just want to kill myself and write a final letter to Annabeth.

What would I say though?

"Dear Annabeth, I love you so much and I don't want you to get married to Luke and you should marry me instead. However, I'm dead now so you can't do that either so I guess we're both out of luck here."

Yeah. That would be something.

A cell phone ring cut off my thoughts and even Drew stopped.

I glanced at her before picking up my phone and answering it.

"Hey, Percy," Grover's voice came though.

"Hey," was my tired response.

"Listen, the gang and I are going to hang out tonight and I want you to come," he told me.

"Grover, we've been through this already," I sighed. "I don't want to-"

"I know," Grover interrupted. "But it'll be good for you."

"Grover..."

"You can bring Drew," he said. "Or not bring Drew. Whatever you want... just come, okay?"