My One &Only (Percabeth AU) √

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Annabeth POV

I was madder than I ever have before. I marched my way back to my apartment, Piper and Hazel would be at work, so I could have the apartment to myself. The crowds in the streets parted for me when I passed, some whispered about my apeance,  no doubt about the news casting just across the street. I don't notice. My anger has reached an all time high. 

Reaching Janus doors, I slam my fist against the dam near broken elevator door and it creaks open, the cab inside reeking of mothballs and sewer pipes. I step in, my fists still clenched and I smack the number of my level,  7. The doors rattled shut and we slowly ascend to the seventh floor. No one joins me, I'm too angry. 

I reach my floor and step smoothly out of the elevator door. I fish the apartment key from my pockets, ignoring all the crinkly bits of paper and wads of candy wrappers, (Snickers are life not a addiction.) and slowly turn the lock. When I go inside, I immediately notice the lights in the kitchen are buzzing with life. 

Hazel and Piper never leave water running or lights on. We can't afford the bills. With the three of us working and paying for college there no funds for using to much heat or water. My defenses are already starting to go up. I quietly shut the door, Incase there's an intruder. 

I pulled my Samsung Galaxy S8 from my pocket and turned to emergency dial. I already had the first two numbers of three in place. Another one and the call button was all I needed. I look around, nothing seems out of place, there's Hazels paintings scattered in the living room. Her swirls of red and yellows, contrasting a bright fire. Pipers headsets are quiet laying still on the countertop, she spends hours listening to her favored songs.  My books are stuffed in between couch cushions and are resting on chairs. 

"Hello?" A familiarized voice reached out from the hall. I quickly and silently step into a corner of the kitchen and hall. Soft footsteps patter down like rain drops, smooth and rougher the same time. The figure gets closer and closer. Finally when it's shadow is near the end, I spring tackling whomever was in here. 

"Hey! Ow! Stop it Annie!" Luke says. His hair is white in the light and his scar is faint. My anger shoots up higher than I wanted it to. 

"Get out" I snarl, not even bothering to know why he was in here. His face goes from a happy delighted face to see me. That face used to light me up, making me so happy. He was like an older brother to me. But he shattered the trust. Into a thousand pieces. 

"But.."

I cut him off making him look scared. "No. Get out. Stop snooping you perve. I hate you. Get out." Ouch. That last part must have hurt because he winced momentarily. I up from the ground and glare him down. He picks himself up and looks sorry. 

His mouth opens to speak but I'm faster. I reach out, and slap him hard across the cheek, leaving a bright red mark in the size of my hand. He looks shocked, likes he been slapped. Huh. Guess that worked out. 

"Out." I growl and point to the door. His shoulders slumped and he made for the door. He opens the door and before he leaves he looks at me, my arms crossed and my face full of anger, regret and resentment. I hated him. I could barley stand what he did to Thalia much less have him in my home, snooping around like a top notch creep. 

"I'm sorry." He croaks, the slap still burning bright red on his cheek. I'm not feeling pity as he leaves, slamming the door behind him, shaking the apartment with his strength. I almost bawl. 

Why did this have to be so hard? Why did he have to come crashing back into my life when I had worked so hard to keep him out?  Sitting down on the couch I flick on an old soap opera. The lady, on her late twenties is singing like she never has before. She sings her heart out. She sings for the man who cant have her. He dosen't want to have have her. But his desire for her is stronger. 

I am so immersed I don't notice the slip of paper sitting on the counter the pen scrawled over the paper messily. This show is too good. But its cut off quickly by a dam add. I growl in frustration. We where just getting to the good part to! 

Knock.

Theres a knock at the door. I freeze. Who's there? It better not be Luke or Percy. I'm done with both. But theres also something about Percy I cant explain. I dont want to like him. But my hearts just not in the program. 

Knock

I walk to the door and press my ear to the door. I hear heavy breathing like someone ran all the way here to tell me something. Well if its important than I should open it. Should I? 

Knock

I yank open the door and I see him. His dark hair is tousled and his eyes are shining with hurt and regret. Percy. My anger is threatening to rise, but it just drains away. How can I be mad at him? 

"Come in." I mumbled before he could blurt out some apologies. He nods and walks in, turning his head and looking around. This is one of the first times he has ever been in the apartment. 

"I'm sorry," He looks at me with a look of a baby seal face, pleading for me to forgive him. My anger tries to shoot up, but its like water trying to climb a wall. Impossible. My face smoothens. 

"I forgive you. Not again." I make him promise. 

"Of course." he pants. And smiles like he just won the lottery. I smile back. He steps closer, we are in the living room, his shoes sinking into the carpet and relaxing into the world around him. Its almost pleasing. I try to control my thumping heart. But its like trying to control death or someone dying from a fatal wound. You just cant. 

We both step closer, until we are just a foot apart. Its not much if you really think about. He smells of ocean breeze and sea salt. Its strangely intoxicating. I breathe it in. 

"You know, today, you where going to say something." I say, trying to look emotionless. But the blush creeps up into my cheeks like rising tomato juice. I imagine he's blushing too, but I cant bring myself to look at him. I just cant. 

His brightening face dulls a little. "Oh yeah..." he trails off mumbling things under his breath that I cant hear. 

I give a chuckle. "Spit it out Seaweed Brain." 

"Will you laugh at me?" 

"I will always laugh at you." He steps closer and gives a frown with a small smile. We are super close. Like maybe two inches from each other, we lock eyes. His green eyes are so beautiful. Its easily become my favorite color these past few weeks. 

The air around us is crackling with electricity, it could have powered Miami if we wanted it to. I cant stop myself and he's looking the same. I lean up and he leans down, until our lips are millimeters apart. My heat is beating so fast I'm sure I'll burst. 

When lean in closer and our lips crash together. Its like tasting a new flavor exotic and spicy. Sweet and tangy. His lips are soft and rough at the same time, kissing me down. I have kissed a few boys in high school, dated here and there but have never kissed like this. Its experienced, he is at least. I bring my hands up and run it through his messy silky black hair, his hand move to my hips, giving me a involuntary shudder. I don't want to stop. 

We break apart, gasping like a fish out of water. He looks at me and gives a huge smile, along with a blush. I do the same and cant keep my smile down. We lean back in but hold back the kiss. 

"Will you go out with me?" He asks, twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers, his eyes full of daring, hope. 

I look at him in the eyes. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He leans back and then leans down, kissing me back, tasting of sea salt and spice. I could have stayed like this all day. 

I may have said yes.