The next day my phone blew up. It seemed like anyone who had my number was texting me and asking about my apparently saucy date with Annabeth Chase.

As I scrolled through the texts, I mainly ignored them. Then my eye caught one.

I quickly called the number and waited as the phone rung, wishing they would answer my call.

"Percy?" she asked, her voice weak. There was tons of noise going on in the background.

I stood up and walked out of my bedroom. "Is there a party going on there or something?"

She laughed as I made my way to my living room. I peered out of my huge floor to ceiling windows and looked at New York. "I wish. It's just real busy here. Morning rush. But I heard you had a quite a party last night."

"It wasn't like that, Rachel."

Rachel was one of my best friends. I met her in. New York a few months after my first album came out. She was one of those kind of people who didn't consider celebrities a big deal, so I liked hanging out with her.

She worked at a Starbucks nearby and went to some college nearby. She majored in art and, despite her parent's wealth, constantly picked up shifts.

Rachel was tall, being only a few inches shorter than me. She had wild red hair, lively green eyes, and was cute. We were around the same age and hung out often. Not as much lately, though. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen her in months...

"You don't need to explain yourself," Rachel replied. "I get it, our little thing we had is done."

I shook my head as I gripped the phone tighter against my ear. "No, you don't understand. It's not like that."

Rachel sighed. "Yeah, whatever. I don't care, Percy. It's not like anything we had was ever real, anyways."

"It was real to me."

"Percy, I get it. You're a celebrity, I'm not. You're super hot and can date other beautiful women like Annabeth Chase. I'm not hurt, okay? It's not like we said we were exclusive," she snapped back.

I took in a deep breathe as I fell down on my couch. "Rachel, I still care about you. And this thing with Annabeth, it's not real."

Rachel laughed. "Yeah, right! By the way you were holding hands with her last night, you two looked like an old married couple."

"Rachel, no—"

"I get it, you've moved on! No need to explain. I'll talk to you later."

"No! It's all fake!" I practically screamed. She remained silent. "This whole thing, it was a setup between her management and mine. Just...come over tomorrow at five, alright? I'll explain everything then."

Rachel agreed to come over before claiming her break was over and hung up without even saying goodbye.

I turned on the television and flipped to the news channel. After listening to some stories about some kid getting a puppy, a burglary, and something at the Zoo, it showed me and Annabeth on our date, hand in hand.

We had made the news again. Sure, it was in the fluff pieces, but we had made it.

"People wonder if this confirms the two's supposed relationship yet as they were seen together at a Yankees game earlier this week."

I laughed as I turned off the news. After heading to my kitchen to make myself some hasty breakfast, my phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I asked, picking it up. It was an unknown caller. "Who is this?"

"It's Annabeth."

My heart skipped a beat as I nearly dropped the juice carton. "Oh, hi. How—how did you get my number?"

She laughed. "I asked your manager, Jackson. You should seriously talk to him about giving your number out to people."

"Oh, yeah. That man, always giving celebrities my number. Grr!" I teased. "So, why are you calling?"

"Our next date is scheduled for tomorrow at five. That's when I'm next free. Now, this is a big one. We'll be confirming our relationship on this one," she said. "Now, you still want to choose the venue?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I kinda screwed up last time, so I'll let you choose."

"Great, because the editor of Daily Mail is scheduled to be at this great French place tomorrow at five, but I think I can get us a reservation," she said triumphantly.

"French place? Please tell me I can get French fries," I protested.

She laughed again. "Try escargot, Percy. It's good for you, really."

I stuck my tongue out and mimicked vomiting. "Snail, really?! Disgusting!"

"Whatever. Better sounding than gummy bear pizza. I'll see you at five tomorrow, okay? And I'll text you more details."

"Sounds like a plan."