Percabeth Oneshots

Before You Go

*inspired by Lewis Capaldi's Before You Go

"You know what? Fuck you!" Annabeth yelled. "I have been dreaming about this for my entire life and, suddenly, I am just supposed to throw it all away for something I don't even care about? I thought you would be on my side, but you're exactly like all of them!"

"Don't you dare try to turn this around on me!" I retorted, yelling back at her. "I have been nothing but supportive, so forgive me if I would like you to just listen to me this one time!"

"Listen to you? Listen to them? Percy, that would land me as a housewife. A fucking housewife! I don't know if you've ever noticed Percy, but that's not who I am! No respect to housewives, but having others dictate who I am and what I do for the rest of my life is just not how I want to live!"

"But you do have control over that! If you run away to avoid the situation, you could end up dead! Just keep your head down for now, do what they tell you, and then you can come back safely."

"I rather die than have every strain of dignity I have destroyed!" Annabeth shouted with such anger and pain I felt as though Zeus struck through me with his lightning. "My grandmother used to be a spitfire. She was going to go to the moon, but finishing school ruined her! People walk all over her and she just lets them. I won't let that happen to me, Percy, I won't."

"That was a whole different time, Annabeth. There are new methods of teaching." I said, playing devil's advocate despite not believing a word of it. However, I was desperate enough to play the role to keep my best friend out of harm's way. No matter how much I knew she would hate me for it.

She laughed without a trace of humor. "Have you ever seen the education system? Sexism is just as bad today as it was then, people have just gotten better at hiding it."

"And I'm not saying that it isn't, Annabeth, I'm just trying to keep you safe!"

She scoffed. "Bullshit."

"Annabeth—" I started.

"No, you know what?" She cut me off, walking over to her bedroom door and opening it. "Get out."

Annabeth said it so calmly, it didn't register for me at first. When it finally did, I genuinely thought she was joking. "What? Annabeth—"

"Get out, Percy!" She said, yelling this time. Gritting her teeth so hard I thought they would shatter. She continued, "I don't want you here."

I scanned her face, looking for any indication that she didn't mean what she was telling me. Finding none, I hardened my face and begun walking towards her. "Fine. I'm going."

In hindsight, slamming the door behind me was completely unnecessary and uncalled for in the situation, but I did it anyway. Just like how I kept walking out of the house hearing the sound of her tears.

I just did it anyway.

~~~

I don't know why I was shocked when I got the call.

A few hours after I left Annabeth's house, my phone began to ring. Momentarily forgetting our fight, I thought the call was from Annabeth, calling to make plans.

This is why I was surprised for the caller's name to read Fredrick Chase, Annabeth's father. Letting the phone ring, I contemplated sending him to voicemail. He was, after all, the person who caused my and Annabeth's fight over her going to finishing school and her own personal hell.

(a/n: bruh tell me why that sentence landed on 666 words)

But something was wrong. There wasn't anyone Fredrick Chase hated more than me, and he wasn't in the business to make personal calls to people he hated.