Frank walked to the Athena cabin slowly. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and his head was down. He tried to avoid everyone's eyes as they passed.

"Hey Frank, looking for Annabeth?" Malcolm asked innocently once Frank opened the cabin door. Frank frowned and his face paled. A swift nod was all he could muster as Malcolm pointed to her bunk.

The daughter of Athena was sitting cross legged, hair falling out of her pony tail as she engrossed herself in a novel. Frank looked at the cover and failed to decipher what the book was called.

Frank hesitantly reached out, poking Annabeth's shoulder. Annabeth hummed, eyes still trained on her book. Her eyes frantically running over every word on the pages.

"Uh... Annabeth?"

Annabeth sighed and looked up. "Yeah?" She asked, putting a bookmark in her book before closing it. Frank bit his lip, anxiety cold in his chest.

"How much do you know about sexuality?" He squeaked out, face burning with a shameful blush. Annabeth opened her mouth, a small sound escaping before she pressed her lips closed again.

"Shouldn't you be asking Piper this?" She cocked an eyebrow, her lips turning to a frown. Frank shrugged mutely.

"I'm, uh, embarrassed?" Frank spoke.

Annabeth nodded slowly, turning to her left. A bookshelf was engraved into the side of her wall next to her bed. She skimmed through the covers, half the titles Greek and the other half in English. Her pointer finger treaded lightly over the book spines, finally stopping at one book.

Guide to The "no homo" Liars.

"Here, this helped Leo out." Annabeth handed him the book. "Now, leave me alone. I'm studying the Iliad."

Frank left as fast as his legs could carry him.