Vol. 3-4: Everyone thinks Tempest and I are whores

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ANNABETH

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To my dismay, I got more messages from Tempest.

ghost girl

are u alone

I don't want to see you.

this isnt a matter of "want"

we need to talk before i pummel you into the fucking ground

Yeah, because THAT makes me want to talk to you.

haha either we make a scene during the war games tonight or we do it alone in your cabin

pick your poison

Fine.

Maybe ten minutes later, Tempest swung open the front door to Cabin 6, and every single one of my siblings filed out as though they knew what was about to happen. Maybe they saw me angrily texting on my phone. Maybe they fear Tempest. Maybe they'd caught wind of our continuous argument. Either way, they left as fast as they possibly could.

Tempest opened up with, "I didn't do anything, and you're being a bitch."

I crossed my arms. "I'm not being a bitch."

"Yes, you are. Annabeth, it is easier to count the days you are not being a bitch."

"See, this is how arguments happen; by needlessly insulting me."

She sat down on one of the chairs by the mini-library in my cabin. I sat down on my own bunk, glaring at her as she crossed her arms over her chest.

She said, "How about we do this calmly? I'll go first; why are you so mad at me?"

Well, I couldn't look at my best friend and say, I'm jealous you think another girl is cute. I'm mad you took Percy to the movie theater and not me. I'm upset you've barely been paying attention to me for the last month. I'm depressed because I don't think you like me the way I like you.

Laying it out in a list like that made everything seem illogical. Tempest is allowed to find other girls cute. It's good for her to have some bonding time with her friend. Sometimes, she might need some distance from me. It's not her duty to want me the way I want her. Of course, laying everything out like that doesn't change how I feel. It actually just made me feel worse about how I feel.

I glanced at her. She was patiently waited for an answer as she sat in that chair, her hair messy and clouding her forehead. I considered all of my feelings, and realized Tempest hadn't actually done anything wrong. I was just being an idiot. I looked away from her, suddenly feeling ashamed.

"I don't know. I'm... I'm sorry."

To my surprise, that didn't make her mad. "You don't need to beat yourself up about it."

"I'm not-"

"I know that look, Anne. Nobody knows you like I do."

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