If Percy Jackson said 'yes'

The Anti-Annabeth Answer

All eyes were on me.  I glanced behind me to see Annabeth giving an encouraging smile, but I knew her well enough to know it was fake.  I knew she was feeling the same thing I was when I thought Artemis was going to ask her to join the Hunters.  I thought of how I was so afraid I would loose her, but I didn't.  I couldn't put her through what I was afraid of, could I?  I looked back at the horse-shoe shaped ring of expectant looking gods.  Even Apollo had taken out his headphones and was watching me.  I would have laughed if I wasn't scared half to death right now.  Artemis was next to him, avoiding making eye contact with me but looking at me more intently than she probably ever did at any other boy.  I had to admit I liked those twins.
   My eyes wandered over to my father, Poseidon.  I couldn't read his eyes, but I felt the aura of a mixture of pride, fear, hope, and worry coming from his direction.  I felt like the entire of Olympus was holding its breath and watching me, and if I didn't say something soon, it would suffocate.  That is if I didn't collapse from the pressure first.  I sort of wish I could just pass out and avoid this conversation.  I stole one last glance behind me and saw all my friends nodding, including by half-brother Tyson the cyclops who was nodding frantically with that silly grin on his face.  I met Annabeth's eyes, and this time, I thought I saw a flash of real emotion that she was trying to cover up.  Pride; the daughter of Athena was proud of me.
   I turned back to Zeus and held my breath and nodded slowly.  My heart was beating so hard I was sure everyone could hear it.  I sucked in a shaky breath and hoped no one could see how terrified I was.  I looked back at Annabeth again, just for a second, but that was too long.  I could just see her face, slightly red and wet, behind Thalia's empty quiver.  She was holding her and moving her backwards into the crowd, even though she probably didn't know how to console a broken heart being a Hunter of Artemis.  A broken heart.  I broke Annabeth's heart.
   I realized too late what I had actually done when the gods all stood up and shooed the others away.  They had formed a huddle and I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew they were talking about me.  I tried to notice the funny things about the circle;  Aphrodite was between Hephaestus and Ares, and Artemis was between Athena and Apollo, struggling not to touch her twin brother.  They all turned to face me and a rush of emotion washed over me.  Apollo stepped forwards hand offered me his hand, but nobody spoke.  Poseidon was trying to hide a smile, and Aphrodite was shaking her head slowly at me, filling me with guilt.  I took Apollo's hand and found myself instantaneously transported into a strange room with a circular pool of weird looking water in its center.  
   "I'm going to try not to be serious about this, so stand on the edge and I'm going to push you, okay?  Oh, and hold your breath."  Apollo said, looking the most serious I've ever seen him.  I did as he said and stood by the edge of the strange pool and he shoved me just hard enough to throw me over the side.