Dreams (A PERCABETH AU)

Chapter 21- Dangerous Game

(A/N): So, this chapter has some major sh*t in it: Violence, swearing, drugs and minor sexual references.

I'd perhaps be cautious before you keep on reading if you're not comfortable with this type of stuff. Although you've made it this far through the story so I can't imagine why.

But calm yourselves, nothing bad's gonna happen to Percabeth. It's quite a badass turn of events, to be honest. You'll see what I mean.

Anyway, happy reading!

Also, once you get to the guy named Jaeger in this chapter, just know that it's pronounced as Yaeger ;)

Annabeth POV

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"He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bear the thought of her being hurt by him...or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection."

— Unknown

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Sunday 8th May

"Are you sure, you want to do this?" I asked Percy as we stood at the roadside together, looking at the glossy red 1966 Ford Mustang convertible in front of us. It was spanking new with a sheen on its coat that glistened like a glacé cherry.

They'd dropped it off this morning outside Percy's dad's estate with nothing but a letter of instruction.

Poseidon had been out at the time. Percy and I had the whole mansion to ourselves. Before this circus wagon had rolled up, we'd been sitting outside on the terrace together. Percy with his guitar, lightly strumming a few chords every now and then and me leaning my head against his shoulder and smiling in the blissful sunlight.

I loved it when he played for me. He didn't do it often.

When it finally did arrive, as anticipated, we'd spent the morning together by the pool, talking about it—about what we were planning to do.

One last bad thing. One last crime. And then we'd be free forever.

Percy sighed heavily, shoving his hands into the pockets of his faded blue jeans. He wore a navy T-shirt with converses and his tanned arms had streaks of veins from his clenched fists. He was tense.

I stood next to him in a red summer dress with miniature white polka dots. It was a small thing; fitted straight neckline with thin straps and a slight A-line shape at the hips, keeping close to my thighs. I wore my white converses and my hair was loose with the top layer pulled up into a small bun.

"Yeah." He nodded, his gaze still fixed on the car.

"Okay then." I took a breath before crossing to the other side and climbing in. The leather seats were a startling white and the interior was plush like that of a private jet.

He tossed the black backpack into the back and climbed into the driver's seat next to me. For a moment, he just sat there gripping the steering wheel and looking out the windscreen. I waited in patient silence.

"Percy...we don't have to go through with it if you don't want to." I told him gently. "We can change our minds, it's not too late. He said it was our choice."

"We can't turn back now, not after what happened last night."

"It doesn't matter. As far as I'm concerned, last night never happened. And if you don't want to do this—"