The Effects of Betrayal

Chapter 3

A/N Well, Hello everyone This took a while due to writer's block, but here it is. I had originally planned to include a smut scene in this chapter, but in the end that didn't happen although it's still pretty obvious what Percy's up to. I will try to include some smut scenes in some of the future chapters but we will see what happens when the time comes. 

Percy's Point of View

It's been a little over a year since the camps found out about me becoming a god. How Annabeth hurt me didn't really bother me anymore, and I knew my feelings for her were gone. Despite that, I still try to avoid talking to her, and I still didn't think I could trust someone enough to have a new romantic relationship. I also knew that even if she begged at my feet, I wouldn't take Annabeth back. I knew she had realized just how much of a mistake she'd made after her cheating resulted in her getting pregnant. Not only that but the guy she'd cheated on me with, left her because he wasn't ready to be a father.

Unfortunately, as a part of my duties as a god, I have to visit the camps every so often to make sure that everything is okay and to help any demigods who might need me. Thankfully I've managed to avoid having to deal with her, but that might have been more luck than anything and I figured it would run out sooner or later.

The fact that I'd been training with Apollo meant that almost ever since I'd accepted godhood, he'd been helping me get over my depression, and made me realise that I could still find happiness despite Annabeth's betrayal. It's not that he hadn't tried to help me right from the start, I'd just been pushing him away at first and didn't let him help me in addition to training me. Eventually, though, I let him in, and I know he helped me a lot more than I like to admit.

More recently I'd decided that I didn't want to let what Annabeth did to me stop me from enjoying the rest of my life. I was immortal, so as far as I know, I have many years ahead of me, I didn't intend to spend the rest of my life alone because of her.

Much Like Apollo and a few of the other gods I prefer to stay in a younger form, so I usually look like I'm in my early twenties. Basically, the age I already was before I accepted Godhood. Due to that, I've noticed that I get a lot more attention from women, and sometimes even other men. I've known for a while now that I am bisexual, so that didn't really bother me. Due to my training, and him trying to help me recover from my depression, I'd been spending a lot of time with Apollo. Although he could sometimes be annoying, we got along well. Maybe a bit too well.

My training with him had not only taught me new things, but it also reminded me of something I already knew. What was that? You might ask, well it was something I was reluctant to admit. It reminded me that I was attracted to Apollo. The first time I'd met him I'd silently agreed with Thalia when she'd said he was hot but out loud I'd played dumb to avoid anyone possibly figuring out that I was probably either gay or bi. At the time I wasn't sure which one I was and I hadn't come out to anyone yet. I eventually realised that I had a crush on him, and I hadn't realised yet that I also had feelings for Annabeth. Once I did realise that I became certain that I was bi. I had already suspected that but my feelings confirmed it.

I hadn't really thought about Apollo much after that since I had more important things to think about with all the quests I went on. I didn't really think about him much at all after I started dating Annabeth, and I'd thought that my feelings for him had faded. Now that I was single again and he was training me I'd realised my thoughts about him hadn't really changed, my old feelings had resurfaced and now they became stronger than they had ever been. Despite all that, I wasn't really looking for a new relationship and even if I was, he didn't really seem like he could stay loyal to someone. The number of children he had at camp was evidence of that. Regardless, I still couldn't seem to stop thinking about him no matter how much I kind of wanted to.