νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 3.5-8: this makes me seem so beta ew

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I think California should be nuked at the earliest opportunity.

There's nothing redeemable about the state. I mean, sure, they have some nice trees in a certain part. Know who else has those trees? Oregon. And Oregon has slightly more to offer, such as but not limited to; easy access to drugs, less scorching summers, and gas doesn't cost sixteen souls of the damned.

It also doesn't have Jedidiah.

I fucking hate that guy. I hate him to an alarming degree. To the point I fantasize killing him, and I only do that with people I hate. Like- Like I fucking hate Jedidiah.

Granted, I wasn't supposed to know he exists.

I guess it all started with a mission to the Bay area. I was supposed to spy on Mount Othrys, as one does. I'm the best spy, since I'm dead and good at lying and can shapeshift. I was just supposed to scout, y'know? Figure out their battle plans, then relay it to Camp Half-Blood so they could make their own battle plans. Outsmarting the Titans' outsmarting, basically.

I got distracted, though.

I've gotten better at my ghost powers now that I don't have to hide it, so I sort of snuck into Annabeth's school one day. Yeah, I know, I sound like a psycho stalker. I wasn't gonna talk to her. I just wanted to make sure she was okay, because frankly, she didn't look that okay the last time I saw her. I just needed to make sure she had friends, good grades, a life. Couldn't have her wasting time mourning over some dead lesbian she might or might not have been in love with. Frankly, I still have no idea about that. If she was in love with me or not. Maybe she liked me, yeah, but love? Pretty hard to say you love someone.

No, that's a lie. It wasn't hard for me to say I loved Annabeth. It was just hard for me to say I loved girls. Oh, the horror!

But I was in the school, invisible and ghostly, phasing through walls, when I saw Annabeth talking to this guy. I mean, he wasn't anything special. About her height, brunette, had some acne, fat glasses, a shirt for the 49ers. He looked kind of like a loser, but not like a total loser. Just... some guy, really. She was talking to him like she'd talk to any normal acquaintance- friendly, I guess. She wasn't overly touchy or bubbly or bitchy. Just average.

I hated how average everything was.

Then the boy blushed and said something else, which angered me, so I walked a little bit closer to hear him.

"I got you these." Awkwardly, from his bag, he pulled out a package of Starbursts.

Annabeth's eyes widened. "Oh. Um..." She took them. "Thanks." She wasn't blushing, which was good. She didn't seem to know what to do. Probably because the idiot bought her Starbursts, even though her favorite candies are Lemon Drops and Lemonheads.

Fuckface nodded awkwardly. "So... So, you can totally say no, if you want." He shoved his stupid glasses up. "But, y'know, you're really cute and smart, and I think we get along nice." He smiled. "Would you wanna go out with me some time?"

I snorted. What a tool. Annabeth's obviously gonna say no-

"Sure. I'm free on Saturday," she said, nodding. She seemed too calm. Almost eager. But she wasn't very blushy? "We can go see a movie, since I know you like the theaters."