I felt my heart freeze as I thought about the time she'd gotten her heart broken by Luke. For the length of time in between then and now, we'd avoided each other. She would never come to me with her smile, her laugh, her tears, her yells, her teases, her presence. I knew I shouldn't because she was probably going to hook up with some boy tonight and be in a relationship. You're really waiting for the blonde-haired, grey-eyed Annabeth Chase. Often times, Annabeth would come to me in tears begging for me to listen to some story about getting hurt by a boy or broken up with. It had almost derailed my relationship with her at all. Olive-breath was a tomboy at heart and rarely made an effort to make herself pretty. The dress had a weave of silver, green, and blue at the bottom. Her normally wavy hair was even curlier than before. Then I was fearing she would ask me how she looked.
I sat in the Poseidon cabin, playing a hand-held game. She'd turned tomato red and run out of the room, covering her face as if caught committing murder. You think it's not fair that she has to live at some boarding school. For a moment, I feared Aphrodite was playing a trick on me. She smiled at me in that convincing way that made me mad. I'd forgotten how to breathe, blink, or even blush. I took in how her feet poked out from under the dress. When she took a step closer, I heard the click of the heels and saw that her face looked even smoother than before. I would never say this aloud, but she looked better than Aphrodite, the few times I'd seen her.