Chapter 16

Author's Note

Hello, my lovely readers! I hope you all are still here... I've recently started my sophomore year of university (law school! ❤️) and so I've been crazy busy, especially with work and now the wedding planning has began. I won't bore you all with the details of my incredibly weird life, but here is the sixteenth chapter of of the theatre au, and I hope you guys enjoy it!
Leave those comments and reviews, I've missed them so!

No One's POV

2 Weeks Till Opening Night

Annabeth's solution to feelings was, in short, to ignore them.

She hadn't talked to Percy since their little talk under the tree. She'd come to all her classes as early as possible so she wouldn't have to face him and she ignored all his texts and calls. She took the longer routes throughout the school to avoid him.

And the guilt she felt was practically eating her alive. She had dark circles under her eyes from tossing and turning at night and she honestly looked like a goddamn zombie straight from Tartarus.

As for rehearsals? She'd skipped out on the past two, stating that she was not feeling well.

Rachel must've loved that.

Miss Bree was going to murder her if she found out Annabeth wasn't really sick.

Well, she was, but not physically.


Basically, Annabeth was miserable and wallowing in her feelings, but she was ignoring them because that was the best solution, in her book.

Which, Piper was explaining now, in the little cafe the girls were studying at, was a terrible idea and they would eventually bubble up then burst.

And exploding emotions were not easy to handle.

"You have to talk to him, Beth," Piper said, saying it as if she had repeated it over a thousand times.

Which she had. Everyday. Through text and call. She even sent a few emails.

"Yes, absolutely," Hazel chimed in and Annabeth somehow knew it was serious whenever the quieter and much shyer girl piped up. "It'll get worse, and you need to talk to him… We have rehearsal today and Miss Bree wants you there, sick or not, which you aren't. Two weeks till opening night, remember?"

Annabeth huffed. "I don't want to talk to him."

"She's stubborn," Piper said off-handedly. "She'll learn she'll have to deal with it sooner than later."

"I hope so." Hazel muttered as Annabeth huffed again, her grey eyes stormy.

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"Lovely to see you again, Annabeth!" Miss Bree exclaimed, giving her a big hug, her face pressing into her bosom. "I hope you feel better?"

At least she was happy to see her, along with the other cast members. Rachel was glaring daggers at her.

That was normal.

It didn't bother her, not as much as Percy facing away from her, perhaps on purpose, bothered her.

"Er," Annabeth's eyes lingered on him, his black hair more tousled than normal. "Yes, I'm feeling much better." she lied and Miss Bree smiled.

"Wonderful, wonderful, my dear! Two weeks till opening night, hm!" Miss Bree clapped her hands. "Alright, everyone! Let's rehearse the party scene!"

Rehearsal passed by in a blur. The play was truly coming together, the costumes and sets made with exquisite detail and care. Everyone had practiced and improved and Miss Bree was delighted.

Even Annabeth and Percy were forcing their way through it, despite their obvious uncomfortableness.

"Oh," she said, a hand fluttering to her chest. "You are all doing wonderfully! However, I believe we haven't practiced a certain scene much…" Her eyes surveyed the clipboard in Levi's hands. "The big kiss scene!"

"Oh, fuck." Will whispered as Annabeth stiffened immediately next to him. Her knuckles were as white as paper when Miss Bree motioned for her to come around to the balcony set.

"Percy?" Miss Bree called. She snapped her fingers when he didn't reply. "Percy, dear, we're practicing the kiss scene?"

"The… Kiss scene?"

"Yes, that one. Places, please," Miss Bree directed and Percy shuffled slowly to the center of the stage. "Alright, quiet on set, everyone!"

The scene was awkward.

Will and Nico both winced as Percy quietly murmured his lines, his eyes not meeting Annabeth's. She did even worse, loud, but colder.

Somewhere in the back Piper slapped a hand against her forehead.

The two leaned forward for the kiss, but Annabeth's lips only brushed against his chin and she pulled away so quickly that it was like he was on fire.

Miss Bree was shrieking. "No, no, no! You both were doing so well in your other scenes… What, Levi? Not again! Must you two have so much drama in your own lives?"

Annabeth's ears turned inexplicably red and Percy mumbled something. Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows.

"What did you say?"


"No, you said something," Annabeth suddenly straightened. "What was it?"


"Don't be such a wuss, Percy-"

"Me being a wuss? What about you? You're the one who's running from your problems instead of facing them!" Percy blurted. "You think you're doing it for the both of us, because it's best, but I've been so fu-freaking miserable because I don't know if you hate me and never want to see me again or if you love me but don't want to do anything about it or if you just want a break- I… I don't know what you want, Annabeth."

Dead silence.

Even Rachel had nothing to say.

Miss Bree slowly stood up, feeling the tension, and she placed a hand on Percy's shoulder, her eyes filled with sympathy.

She often taught her students with an iron-fist, but she cared for them. And she knew that these two had been through hell, and they were still trying to figure out if they would get back.

"How about you both blow off some steam in the bathroom while we take fifteen?" she suggested gently. "Percy, take Will and Nico with you, and Annabeth, you can go with Piper and Hazel, hm?"

Annabeth shook her head so quickly, one might think her neck snapped. "No, no. I'm done."

"What do you mean?" Percy asked and Annabeth flared her nostrils at him, irritated.

"I'm done with the play," she said, loud enough for the theater to hear. "I don't want to do it anymore. Rachel, have fun with the Juliet role."

Miss Bree's hand dropped away from Percy's and gaped.

Everyone else was too shocked to say anything as their lead actress left the auditorium, the doors slamming and echoing throughout the theater.

"Fucking hell." Percy muttered, his hand running through his hair and messing it up even more.

Didn't that sound familiar?