Losing Games

46.

46.

The Bad Part

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Annabeth POV

"Here," I said, walking into the room and flinging a stack of paper down in front of Luke. "Sign it."

Luke looked up, his face falling as he realized what the papers were. 

Divorce papers.

"Babe look—" he started before I cut him off.

"I'm not your babe," I said. "Not anymore."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Annabeth I really didn't mean it... I was forced. You know how that feels right? Your mom did it to you too—"

"Don't make this about my mom," I snapped. "You lied to me. You hit me. You put all our friends in danger because you wanted to 'have' me. What kind of sick person does that?"

"Gabe made me," he stated matter-of-factly. "I didn't want to."

"Yes, you did," I said. "You said it yourself. You were jealous of Percy and wanted me so you willingly went along with the plan instead of telling us about it."

"Oh, don't pretend you're so innocent," Luke scoffed. "You went along with it too instead of telling Percy anything. If I'm to blame, you're just as much as I am."

I went silent and Luke grinned. 

"See? You're just as much to blame as I am," he repeated.

"Fine," I said quietly. "Maybe I am. But that doesn't excuse the fact that you lied to me."

"And you played me," he shot back. "If I didn't know what Gabe was planning you would've never had told me I was just a part of a plan."

"Well I was too."

Luke rolled his eyes. "There you go, making everything about yourself again. No wonder Percy left you the first time."

It was the other way around but he didn't need to know that.

"Stop bringing him up," I snapped, folding my arms over my chest. "Just sign the damn papers."

He shook his head. "I don't want to divorce you though."

"Too bad," I told him. "Now sign it."

His eyes softened as they met mine. "You know I didn't mean it, love. I really did love you."

"Then sign it."

He sighed, picking up the pen. "I don't know how long it will take for you to believe that I did everything for you... I loved you so much."

"Percy did too and you don't see him playing with my feelings."

"Yeah, because you did it for him," he said. "Why do you think he wanted to kill himself?"

My jaw dropped.

"You did not just say that," I whispered, my voice filled with venom. "You can't joke about that."

"Why?" Luke laughed. "We both know it's true, baby. He was going through a hard time and leaned on you but then you messed it up and broke up with him again and again and again. He was already in a bad mental state and already stressing about people leaving him and you proved that they did just that."

"I-I... that's different."

"Different how?" he asked. "You're just playing with his feelings at this point. Kissing and hugging him and making out with him and telling him you love him." He looked up with a cruel smile. "All of this for what? All of this just to leave again when things get tough for him? Or when you need your fame and popularity all over again? Or when—"