a daughter of athena

my name is annabeth. i'm in love with percy jackson, and no one knows who i am without him. even me.

except her. she knows who i was before the black-haired boy: a daughter of athena.

one night is all it takes. we won the battle of manhattan, and he was being being the humble hero. they saw me, but not like i wanted to be seen. i was his blonde sidekick.

but with her, a bottle, and the wings of those who know they aren't being watched, the what-ifs came to life. chapped lips and rough hair, mine or hers. wisdom is knowing what parts of "should" and "could" overlap.

but guilt is a part of me like loyalty is a part of him. i don't know if this was worth losing it all. i don't know who I am away from all this. she knows, though. and i know why she won't tell me. love is fleeting, sometimes. it's fleeting enough to forget about it in the moments when i'm kissing him. she won't tell me because she doesn't want it to be fleeting anymore.

common sense is for the wise. love is for the foolish. i know who is who, but i don't know who i am to make that choice.

"those are pretty words, clarisse," i breathed. "pretty than either you or i deserve. they don't belong in your breath, not in my ears. this is wrong."

"i dont care about right or wrong, annabeth. I care about you."
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disclaimer: all characters belong to rick riordan! no ocs here

yep, this is claribeth. writing this on the fly, different style from usual. no, there's no s3x, but when two 15 and 16 year old girls find a bottle of tequila, things don't go down like they're supposed. enjoy and don't forget to vote!

-ava