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I stare at Brooklyn. I've heard Percy talk about meeting someone over there. For some reason, he wouldn't tell me who. Probably right. Names have power. He's probably told Annabeth. Whatever. Not. Getting. Jealous. He loves Annabeth. He'd never have a reason to look at me. Annabeth's less beautiful half-sister. I toss my dirty blond hair over my shoulder. I don't care. I honestly don't. Okay, I'm lying to myself. I do care. I do love him. Like half the camp. It's so stupid. I look over my shoulder. Nobody's there. The river is pretty. Just like Percy...I sigh. Again. It's not like I don't know he loves Annabeth. It's that my brain just canNOT