The days passed by to Saturday so quickly I didn't get time to mentally prepare myself. But this is Percy we're talking about, even if he doesn't feel the same way, there's no way we're never not going to be friends. We had decided to meet on the track directly. I influenced that decision because I needed time with myself so I could go over how I'm actually going to tell him about me being in love with him. I quickly took a shower and put on a t-shirt and yoga pants. Before I actually confess, I had a race to win. I ran a brush through my hair until I was satisfied with its smoothness. I quickly put my hair into a high ponytail but a few tendrils of hair escaped the hair tie and framed my face. Eh, this is a good as it gets.
I ran down to the track for a warm up and am in good shape, no surprise there. I work for my stamina; I'm going to fucking win this. I stop as I reach the track and see Percy near the start. Our track was kind of weird. 1) It went straight through a forest. 2) It wasn't circular, so you couldn't take laps there. Also, another point, we call it a track, but it's actually more of a smooth path. The whole town just unanimously calls it a track though, so even the people, who did question it, were like, fuck it we're calling this a track.
¾ into the path is our tree. It's on the side of the path and has big branches that spread out and gave shade to passersby. I reach Percy and he smiles down at me. 'Ready?' he asks me. I nod and get ready. '1, 2, 3, GO,' I yelled. We both start at the same time but I'm faster having done track at school for 3 years. Percy's not bad because he is an athlete, a swimmer.
5 minutes is all it takes for me to reach the tree, it's a pretty long path so the time is pretty impressive. Percy must have reached a few seconds later than me. 'You're fucking fast, Wise Girl,' he exclaims, then bends down to catch his breath. I smile genuinely. 'Thanks Seaweed Brain,' I say, ruffling his hair. He stands up straight again and sits down under the tree. I join him, sat beside him shoulder to shoulder.
'I need to talk to you about something.'
'Holy shit, I need to talk to you about something too'
I looked at him in surprise. 'You go first Seaweed Brain.'
He looked at me nervously. 'Right. Annabeth, first off, please don't freak out. It's ok if you don't feel the same way. I really don't intend to force you into anything you're not comfortable with. You know that.'
I looked up at him in surprise. Is this going where I think it's going?
I motion for him to go on.
He breathes out nervously. 'Ok so the whole Rachel thing. In actuality, I cancelled the date, not her. The only reason I actually considered ever going for a date with anyone other than you is so that I could get over you. But who the fuck am I kidding? I'm in love with you and there's nothing I can or want to do about it. Everything about you, from your princess curls, to your grey eyes, to the way you roll your eyes at me when I make a lame joke, to you calling me Seaweed Brain, causes my brain to actually fucking melt. And there's nothing I would ever want to change about you, because you're perfect in every fucking way and I just really love you.'
I sat there stunned with wide eyes. 'Oh fuck, you don't feel the same way, do you? I'm such a fucking idiot. I'm so sorry you had to go through th-'
I cut him off by placing my lips on his, crawling on his lap and then pressing my forehead against his. 'You absolute fucking piece of shit. I was going to confess but of course you go and spoil everything. You know, I went through everything I wanted to say to you over a hundred times and I am not letting you steal my moment. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. You've been my everything for so long, I can't imagine life without you. I love every single thing about you. Everything you do makes my stomach flutter so violently. You do these dumb little things, like biting your lip when you're confused, squinting while you're reading something because you don't want to admit that you're blind and hugging me from behind when we're making pancakes that just make me want to make out with you so fucking hard. All in all, you make me feel things, and everything about it so fucking perfect that I can't handle it and I love you. I just really love you.'
He presses his lips back to mine again. He swipes his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I giddily comply. Our tongues battle for dominance. He flips us over so I'm pinned against the tree and makes me get up. He pins my arms above my head and we pull apart for a breath. But he doesn't stop as he starts attacking my neck with nips and kisses. I let out a few moans.
'We.' Nip. 'Could've been.' Suck. 'Doing this.' Lick. 'Way earlier.' Kiss. 'But you had to go be your stubborn self.'
We started making out again but we stopped before it got too out of hand. 'Wow,' was all I could say. 'Yeah.'
We sat down again but this time with me on his lap facing him. I brought him closer and left a hickey on his neck. 'Who knew you were going to be so dominant, Perce. God, I'm still recovering from that. How am I going to hold back from giving you my everything everytime you're near me now that I know what you can do?' I smirked. He pulled me even closer if that was possible. 'You're going to have to figure that out, aren't you?'