Amnesia Percy Percy's Point Of View (Percy Jackson Fan-Fiction)

Prologue

Drip! Drop! Drip! Drop! Drip! Drop! Pop! Drip!-Drop!

"I hate you Percy!"

"You shouldn't even be here!"

"Traitor!"

"How could you! Remember Annabeth! Huh? Well, do you?"

"Wait until my mother gets a hold of you! Although she might be responsible for this. Never mind that! If I had my dagger right now I would cut open your guts to the Gods!"

" You shouldn't play with da ladies! Dr.Leos' order, with a prescription of YOU ARE A JERK!"

" Girls are tough to handle but seriously dude?!"

" Percy honey, why did you do it? She was such a nice and intelligent girl."

" You wait Perseus Jackson! You will face the worst punishment of the millennium for hurting my daughter. I warn you! Beware!"

These voices rang in my head as I stared at ceiling. Of course I remember Annabeth, but an instinct told me that I should be with Nancy. Oh how I was so confused! I missed her blonde curls, how she smelled like wild strawberries from Camp Half Blood, her smile, and the way that she would always be smarter than me. With Nancy It just felt, ummm, how do I say this, magical? I needed to be with her and it would kill me not to!

"Ugh! I hate this!" I drove my fist into the blue wall next to my cherry wood dresser. It was, of course picked by the one and the only Annabeth Chase. Arrgh! I wish that I had never met her or remember all those stupid times that she said that she loved me. If she did how could she move on so easily? Especially with Nico Di'Angelo! I'm going to kill that Son of a Hades. What is Nico compared to me?

No, I'm going to get her back! I dial a number on my iphone.

Nancy: Hello?

Percy: Hey it's me!

Nancy: *squeal* On hi! So were to? The movies, surfing......

Percy: Actually-

I couldn't move on the words seemed stuck in my throat, why couldn't I get them out?

Nancy: Come on! You know that you can tell me anything!

Percy: I think we need a break-

Nancy: Bu-

Percy: Bye!

Nancy: Wait! This is so not co-

With that I cut It off. I could just imagine Nancy swearing upon my name. Ahh, the single life! Now phase two, Annabeth. I dialed her number but before I pressed call I reminded my self that it was not cool to ask your ex out on the phone. That's right Leo taught me all the tricks even though he'd like to send an army of robots to kill me. He did it for Annabeth.

I put on a maroon tee with a trident on the back, tan shorts and black Oakley sun glasses. I got in my white Lexus jeep and drove off. I drove by the Groovey Dance-It club and parked in the parking lot. The sign was neon red but very little people seeming that it was only 9:30 pm. I took a peak inside from the window. There Sammy waved from inside and beckoned me to come in. I did, just because I needed another guy to talk to. Sammy was also a demi-god, son of Apollo. 

"What's up man," Sammy said as I walked in. "How come you are alone, eh? Where Annabeth?

I winced when he said that name, it was hard for me to even talk about her. Sammy seemed to notice this and faced me seriously.