Percy Jackson. Book 3. The Titan's Curse

What had Annabeth wanted to tell me in the gym? Something serious, she’d said. Now I might never find out. I thought about how we’d danced together for half a song, and my heart felt even heavier.

Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)

I figured

“How many times have I told you? Don’t call me boss.”

Whatever you say, boss. You’re the man. You’re my number one.