I was soundly asleep, okay? It's not my fault that some idiot came knocking on my cabin door at 3 in the morning.
And here I was, sitting in Chiron's office, (it's his cabin, but office sounds more teacher like) at 4 in the morning, wearing my pajamas, with a crippled Grover by my side.
"Now, Mr. Jackson, tell me again what happened this morning. Please." Chiron said.
"Sigh. Well I was dreaming a nice dream. And then some idiot came over and knocked on my door. I got pissed off, so I screamed 'Hell to the no! I'm sleeping!" I said, becoming irritated at him for asking me these stupid questions.
"Go on." Chiron said.
"And, he kept knocked, saying it was important. I didn't believe him, so I went outside, and basically… kicked his ass." I said, not caring that I cussed. Dude. I'm 17.
"His… ass?" Chiron asked. "Percy. Freaking. Jackson. You violated the law of the camp!"
Whatever. "What law is that?" I asked him.
"Do not pick on and/or beat up the weaklings." Chiron said.
"Grover! You just got dissed!" And then, I fell on the floor and cracked up for about 5 minutes.
"It's not funny Percy! It's not my fault my pappy wasn't strong!"
I finally pulled myself together and got up, tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.
"You know, Percy, Grover could sue (A/N Not sure how to spell that) you, right?" Chiron asked me.
"Yes." No, I had NO idea.
"I won't do that, Percy. At least I am a good friend!"
"Okay, you can leave now." Chiron said.
We both got up and headed out the door of his cabin.
Then some random black haired girl from the Athena cabin, apparently named Linda, yelled: "I. LOVE. FRIED. CHIKEN!"
"Well then." I said.
"Ya…" Grover said, "I'm gonna go now." He slowly backed away, staring at Linda.
Grover went back to bed, with 1 chipped hoove, a broken leg, and a cut-open head. What? I'm a good friend. I know where I was going. Annabeth's.