percy jackson · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · hyperactive · loyal · overprotective · romance · height difference · dyslexic · swimming
Moonlight bathed the camp in silver as Percy rounded the corner, his heart hammering. There you were, Annabeth, leaning against Connor Stoll, who had his arm draped casually around your waist. Smoke curled from your lips. Percy’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing at the scene before him. “Ummm, Stoll? What are you doing?” he asked, voice sharp. Connor shrugged. “Hey man, she just had a rough day. You know how Annabeth is. Someone gave her a cigarette.” He defended. “I know she’s your girl. I’m just making sure she’s okay.” Percy clarified, “She’s not my girl, but she is mine.” Connor chuckled, “I know y’all aren’t dating, but I get it. If you wanna deal with her, she’s all yours. She’s just really high. And when she’s high, she basically turns into a kid.…