I Was Wrong

7 Months Later-Chapter 2

Disclaimer: If you are reading this but you don't know who Rick Riordan is than you should probably not be reading it. If you do then I don't need a disclaimer :P

Annabeth's POV

"What is the one major difference between Greek architecture and Roman architecture?" Miss. Hart inquires to the class.

Immediately my hand shoots right up. It seems creepy the way she has brought up the Greeks and Romans. You know as I am part Greek goddess and have been to Greece and Rome

"Yes, Miss. Chase?"

"The difference is that the Greeks used marble and in a Doric order, whereas the Romans used concrete in a Corinthian order. The Romans used arches whilst the Greeks used straight lines for everything." I realise that everyone is staring at me, surprised that I know so much. If only they knew.

"Thank you, Miss. Chase. Now would you mind telling us the difference between their weaving?"

"Of course not..." She had hit close to home. There was no digging myself out of this hole. "The difference is that the Greeks believed in the goddess Athena, who was the goddess of weaving. They would weave in her honour. The Romans on the other hand shunned Minerva, who was the Roman side of Athena, in the belief that she was bad luck. This meant that they weaved hardly as much as the Greeks."

"Yes, thank you..." Even Miss. Hart looks shocked. Not once in my time here have I spoken about the Romans and Greeks. I have tried to keep that part of myself, to myself.

I have been going to Harvard design school for 7 months now. I started here a day after I broke up with Percy. Gods of Olympus I miss him! I will never be able to shake him will I? I see him when I look at water. I see him when I walk the hallways and pass by someone with scruffy black hair. Most importantly I see him in my boyfriend Luke Mayfair. Don't call me heartless. Luke and I have been going out for 5 months and I am happy.

Well as happy as you can be when have broken up with the one person you truly love.

"Okay class, I want an essay in on our next lesson of 5000 words describing the difference between the Romans and Greeks."

"But why?" One person calls out.

"Can we not?" Yells another.

"Okay, we can do it!" I was surprised to hear the words come out of my mouth. Why am I signing up for this? It isn't going to make me sleep better at night!

"See? It isn't going to be that bad!" In a hopeless attempt to make us see the bright side of things Miss. Hart dismisses us early.

I walk up to my locker and feel strong arms snake their way around me. "Percy?" I think to myself. It must be him. I close my eyes and imagine myself in his arms. Safe, happy. I remember how his body fit perfectly like a glove around mine.

"I love you," a voice whispers in my ear. Luke.

But Luke Castellan is dead. He was closer than a brother to me and at one point I did love him. He died by sacrificing himself to kill Kronos. Percy, Grover and I were there, on Olympus, as Percy gave Luke my knife. Luke died a hero. Plus Luke Castellan wasn't the one who said that he loved me like this, Percy was.

But this isn't Luke Castellan or Percy Jackson. No this is my boyfriend. The connection I just made between the three nearly makes me faint. Nearly.

Instead I pull myself out of his grip and close my locker. What do I do? I run away that's what. I run my legs till the feel like they are going to break. I just need to get away from everything.

Before I know it I am in my dorm turning the tap on and putting in one of my many drachmas.

"O'Iris, Goddess of the rainbow, show me...

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Sorry I am TERRIBLE at cliff-hangers! lol :P

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