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"Luke, I'm not going to it," I said stubbornly.

"Annie, please," Luke begged. "It'll make both of us feel better."

"No, it won't."

"Yes, it will," he insisted. "It'll ease your worries and give you proof as to whether or not what you think is true!"

"I'm not invading his personal life."

"Why not? He already did it to you by toying with your emotions and messing with our relationship. If you find the proof you need, you can confront and cut him out of your life completely."

"I'm not going to do it!"

"Annabeth, please," Luke begged in a tone of desperation. "I'm...I'm scared Percy will take you away from me. And...and checking will ease my worries; it'll give me peace of mind knowing that Percy is dating Rachel and stands less of a chance of trying to take you away."

I bit my lip hesitantly. "Luke, I...I don't know. I don't want to hurt him."

"If you're not going to do it for yourself," Luke said, "then do it for us."

Those words ultimately convinced me. "Fine," I said. "I'll do it."

Relief flooded over Luke's face. "Thank you, Annie."

"There's only one problem; how am I supposed to accomplish this?"

"Leave that to me; just go to Percy's dorm at one o'clock and do your thing."

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

"Okay," I said, suppressing my newly arisen dread. "I'm going to go and get ready."

Luke flashed me a smile, and I walked out of his dorm room. Once I arrived on the street, panic consumed me, and two suppressed conflicts rose inside of me: my love for Luke versus Percy. If I accepted Luke's plan, then Percy could potentially be harmed; on the other hand, if I refused Luke's plan, then he would be emotionally scarred. As I pondered these options, a new emotion conquered panic: guilt. Why the hell was I hesitating? I loved Luke, and by hesitating, I was betraying him and essentially permitting my significant other, whom I was supposed to care for, to be hurt when I could prevent it.

Ultimately, I resolved to comply with Luke's scheme. Therefore, at 12:45, I drove the fifteen minutes from my dorm after three hours of pacing to Percy's dorm. I arrived outside his dorm building at roughly 12:55, and with a gulp, proceeded inside. As I climbed the stairs, my phone buzzed. I paused and glanced at the screen. There was a text from Luke. He said: Everything is ready. You're good to go! <3 I gulped once again. My brain issued one final warning about abandoning this plan and heading home, but I ignored it, marched up the last flight of stairs, and entered Percy's room.

I made a beeline for his bed and shuffled through the rumpled linens. I couldn't discover the item I was searching for, so I decided to investigate the bathroom. Nothing there, either. My heart pounded as the minutes slipped by, and I couldn't locate the required object. As my vision started to blur, I received another text from Luke: Check under Percy's bed.

I obeyed the message and kneeled by the bed frame. I glanced under it and spotted a strange bump in the wood floor. I reached under and touched the indent in the grooves and recognized a false floor. I pulled up the false floor and uncovered a book: Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Hard Luck.

"Oh, Percy," I muttered with a little chuckle. "I always wondered if you gave these up."

Curiosity overpowered me, and I opened the book. BIG. MISTAKE. Instead of an author's note, there was Percy's writing under the date of two weeks prior, November 1st. My heart plummeted. Rather than obtaining Percy's phone, I had acquired his diary.

"Shit, shit, shit," I said frantically, attempting to shove the book back into the box. Then when I dropped it I swore loudly."Fuck!"

I hastily stooped down to grab the item and noticed that the page it had landed on was titled: My Heart's Fire, a poem for my Annabeth. My eyes roved onto the page, despite the clanging warning bells in my brain.

I was so engrossed and touched by the sincerity of the poem that I didn't perceive the presence of another individual within my vicinity.

"Annabeth?"

It was Percy. A wave of regret and dread crashed over me. Percy's eyes darted from the book in my hand to the opened box on the bed, comprehension dawning on his face. He surged forward and snatched the diary out of my hand.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked lividly, glaring at me.

"Percy, I...I can explain," I stammered. "I-"

"You what?" Percy said, attempting to corral his anger. "You were just snooping around and invading my privacy?"

"I was just...just trying to find proof to make sure you weren't actually dating Rachel!"

"Why? Is my word not good enough?"

"It is! It's just-"

"Just what? Luke put you up to this, didn't he? He told you to invade my privacy, didn't he?"

"Percy, please listen to me," I pleaded. "It was just to ensure nothing else hurt Luke and I."

"Get out," Percy snarled, his rage emerging to the surface.

"Percy, please-"

"GET OUT!"

I wanted to continue to plead with him, but my brain warned me not, so I dashed outside. Once I had arrived back in my car, I permitted the wave of rage, shame, and doubt to engulf me while I sobbed and drove back to my dorm.