Percy's POV
So there's this girl. Kind of.
I say "kind of" because any time that you hear a guy say that particular line, you can automatically assume that boy and that girl will end up together at the end of the story which, in this case, isn't actually true. I also say "kind of" because my history with this girl is just that—history.
But see, Calypso to me wasn't just a girl—she was a goddess. Or she should have been, at least. With her caramel-colored hair and her deep, seducing eyes, no one can blame me for falling head-over-heels for her. I am still a teenage boy after all.
To Calypso, however, my overly messy hair and average physique was...well, average. Her model looks and natural grace could get every hormonal teenage boy in Verona if she really wanted them too; all she would have to do is go up to the poor sucker, bat her eyes, and say, "Hey." Boom. That boy would be wrapped around her finger by dawn.
Unfortunately, I was that poor sucker.
But none of that mattered anymore now that she had moved on. She didn't care that she practically ripped my heart out of my chest. She didn't even sound the slightest bit hurt when she pulled me aside last week and broke up with me right then and there. She said it wasn't me, it was because she just didn't love me like I loved her. Of course, that only made it six times worse because that doesn't even make any sense. If she didn't love me, then of course it was me!
Then to top it all off, she told me that she was going to "live chaste." I had no idea what that meant at the time so I had to go home and ask my mom. Basically, she's vowing to never marry and to stay a virgin forever. Cool.
So now here I am—wondering the beach of fair Verona like I have been since dawn. In the distance, I briefly heard men yelling and horses that must have been racing towards the scene, more than likely with sheriff men perched on their backs, but I brushed it off being too lost in thought to care.
After another quarter mile or so, I started to wonder how much more sand could get into my shoes before I would be physically pushed out of them. I bent down and untied the laces.
"Morning, coz!"
I looked up to see my cousin, Nico, walking towards me. Back behind him, I faintly made out the outline of my dad before he turned into an alley.
"It's still morning?" I mumbled.
"Uh, yeah," he said. "It's nine."
"Oh. Guess I haven't really been keeping track. Was that my dad?" I asked pointing to the alley.
"Yes, it was." Nico sat down in the sand and gestured for me to join him. "But I'm not here to talk about him. What's up with you? You've been doing nothing but moping around for days."
I shrugged. "Break-ups are a weird thing, you know?"
Nico's eyes widened. "You guys broke up?" He paused for a second and leaned back on his hands. "Wait, I didn't even know you had a girlfriend."
I nodded. "I did. But not anymore." Behind me, I heard the familiar clop clop clop of horses walking down the streets. I turned to see about eight horses and around twenty sheriff surrounding a very angry-looking Zeus, prince of Verona, coming down the street. As he passed us, Nico caught his eye and Zeus snarled. I groaned. "Oh, my God. What happened?"
"Okay, it's not what you think," he defended.
"Uh huh, sure. Let me guess—you were involved?"
"Technically, yes, but I didn't start it! It was those damn Stoll brothers from the Chase house. They were talking smack about our family as a couple of our servants walked by. I found them fighting and tried to break it up but...then Clarisse came in."
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Percy & Annabeth
FanfictionRemake of the play by William Shakespeare. Two foolish teenagers, a forbidden love, and a feud destined to break them apart. Or... will it? xxPERCABETH!xx AU. FanFiction.