He doesn't care and rushes off to tell Annabeth

I sat there staring at her with my brow furrowed and my mouth hanging open a little for a good five seconds as my brain failed to process the information it was receiving. Had I heard that right? Wait a second; why am I even entertaining this?

"Very funny Thalia... You really came all the way out here to fuck with me?"

She quickly got up to her knees with an aggravated sigh and started grabbing at her belt buckle. It took me a second to realize what she was doing.

"Woah woah woah okay, I believe you! Keep your pants on please and thank you." Sometimes I forget how much of an impulsive problem child she is.

At this point I'm rethinking every interaction I've ever had since I arrived at camp Half-blood. Every single time I've been around a girl from camp they've had a dick in their pants. Every time Annabeth and I had danced she'd never pressed against me in a way that I could tell. Maybe part of the reason she took things slow for so long was because she was dreading the day she'd have to tell me. This had to have been eating her up inside for so long, and she never let it show even for a second. She's the strongest person I've ever met. If it weren't Annabeth maybe I would care, but I don't think there's much that could tear me away from her at this point. Maybe if she magically turned into a guy or something, then we'd probably have to break it off. But even then I'd be broken up about it. Hell, I think I'd be okay with even that if she presented as female still.

Wait. I don't care... This is perfect. I can fix this! She only broke things off because she was scared of my reaction. She's probably crying into a pillow right now. I gotta go tell her!

I almost trip and eat sand from trying to get up so fast. I'm already halfway off the beach before Thalia is able to shout "where do you think you're going!".

"Thanks Thalia!" I yell without even looking back. The tears that had been welling in my eyes earlier were back, but this time they were accompanied by laughter.

The sun had set. Thalia shook her head with her hands on her hips as she watched the son of Poseidon run back toward camp like a satyr running into a forest full of nymphs.

"I always knew he was a bottom."