Something, Anything

A/N: I don't know what this is but I was upset with my friend/crush and then my imagination got carried away. Enjoy :)

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"Annabeth!"

Don't turn around. Don't. I kept walking towards the library.

"Annabeth! Hey! Wait up!"

Keep walking I urged myself. I walked faster, keeping my head down. Has the library always been so far away?

I feel a hand grab my upper arm and spin me around. "Hey. What's up? Are you okay?" It's Percy. I scowl. I can't deal with this right now. I jerk free of his hand.

"Nothing. I have to go. Homework to do." I spun around and continued walking.

"Wait! Oh, come on, Annabeth. Hey! Stop walking!" He sounds almost angry but I simply don't care. I'm so mad. But why are you mad? ARGH! I don't know!! I stop walking and turn to look at him. "What?!"

He stops abruptly and stares at me. "Um, just, I wanna know why you're so upset." He shrugs and his eyes fall to the ground. "It's just that we usually talk for a little after class while we're walking to the main fountain. You ran out of class Monday and Wednesday and I thought it was because you were still sick and didn't feel well. But then today when I started to walk towards you after class, you just turned and practically ran." He shrugs again and looks up hesitantly "Did I do something to upset you?"

Goddammit. This is why I'm upset. How can he be so stupidly perfect? Damn him.

"No. I'm just upset. Gotta go." I turn and continued walking.

"I'm not going away till you tell me what's wrong." He walks beside me, looking at me as he talks. I sigh and roll my eyes. "Just go away Percy. Please."

"No." I stop walking, again. At this rate, it'll take forever to get to the library. I turn to him and look him in the eye.

"Percy, I'm not joking. Go away." He takes a step closer. "And I said no. I'm not going anywhere, not until you tell me what's bothering you." At this point he's looking down at me (dear gods I cannot stand being shorter than him) and scowling.

"Well then you're going to be here forever because I'm not telling you!" Now he's really mad. His mouth is pressed into a thin line and his jaw is clenched.

"I'm your friend! What is so horrible that you can't bring yourself to talk to me about it?!" The longer he stares down at me, the angrier I get.

"Because it's about you, you jerk!" Wow. Okay. I wasn't planning to say that. Oh well. "It's you! I'm upset with you!" For a moment, the anger on his face disappears and is replaced by confusion. When I huff, the anger is back on his face.

"Then tell me why you're upset with me instead of huffing and stomping off like you're a little kid! Was it something I said?"

I sighed and cross my arms. "No."

"Something I did?"

"No."

"Forget an important day?"

"No!"

"Then what!?"

I threw my arms up in the air. "Nothing!"

"You can't say 'nothing' because I know it's something! What did I do?!"

"That's just it! You didn't do anything!"

He squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands to his head. "That doesn't make sense! Why are you so mad if I didn't do anything? Are you fucking with me? Because if so it's not funny." He threw his hands down, looking at me.