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Disclaimer: Like you know everything belongs to the amazing author that is Rick Riordan except for the storyline.
I ALMOST SKEWER A GOOD FRIEND
Yeah I fight with my step mom, May a lot, that's what we do. She doesn't know or understand that as a half-blood I always will have monsters after me. My dad and I have our occasional argument (Normally about May) but otherwise get along fine. Now my half-brothers on the other hand Bobby and Matthew, are a different story, they can be pests sure, (can't all younger brothers?) and the two of them being twins can't help much either, but I love them all the same.
I had risked using my cell to call my dad to inform him of my uh—spur of the moment trip to San Francisco. Of course I wasn't going to tell him the whole story of Jason, and the Roman demigod camp, and that I had quickly volunteered to go on a possibly suicidal quest to the camp of enemies, because possibly, just maybe Percy was there. But as soon as I dialed the number, almost instantaneously the phone was picked up:
"Bobby, Matthew, is that you?" May answered sounding worried.
"No May, it's me Annabeth," I replied calmly.
"It's all your fault isn't it? I should've known as soon as it happened, I knew one day having you in our family would be bad luck they have them don't they? The monsters must have trailed you here to San Francisco last time you were here! I should have known! All you ever do is cause trouble!" She hung up, and I was left with the dead tone lots of confusion.
My ADHD brought me back to the log I was sitting on in front of the Zeus' Fist. I heard a slight rustle in the bushes. There was someone or something behind me. Slowly I reached down to my knife, and then spun around the log toward the bushes as fast as I could. Before I could see who it was my knife was under their neck in a position that—let's just say it couldn't have been too comfortable.
"Annabeth, are you trying to kill me?" A slightly shocked and very confused Grover exclaimed. He was wearing a forest green shirt that had the saying "Re-use" and picturing a bean can with a bite taken out of it. He wasn't trying to hide his saytrness so he wasn't wearing pants or his fake feet. His goat legs and hoofs were planted sturdily on the ground, and his horns poked out of his curly hair.
"Grover? Don't sneak up on me like that next time ok? I didn't know it was you I'm sorry!"
"It's okay wants up that's making you so stressed?" He could always tell—not that that wasn't helpful sometimes.
So I told Grover about my conversation with May, and my confusion when she had hung up on me, and on top of that I was still scared for Percy, the Roman camp and all. My vision began to get blurry and I could feel a tear was about to roll down my cheek. I normally save any crying I have for when I am alone, but Grover's known me since I was seven, and he's seen me go through way more than a few tears.
"Grover I don't know what to do" I wiped away a stray tear, "My boyfriend is missing, my step-mom is mad at me for no reason again, and something's happened to Bobby and Matthew, I just know it. I don't know how but I know they're in trouble; it might be just the way May asked about them as soon as she picked up the phone. I don't know what's wrong with them, and Percy must be having problems at the Roman camp. I hate not knowing. I want to be able to talk to May, ask her what's wrong, I just don't know how, and when I try, she always just gets mad at me."
"Maybe you should just go out to San Francisco now instead of waiting for the rest of those going on the quest" Grover suggested.
"But I can't—I don't kno…" My voice trailed off into silence as I tried to figure an excuse (why was my brain so empty? Children of Athena always think of something).
"I seriously think that you should, at the very least you can talk to your dad, and ask him what's up. May wouldn't get angry at you like that for no reason whatsoever, especially after the both of you were starting to get along. Go talk to Chiron, or better yet talk to Rachel, she is the oracle now a days and she might be able to tell you something."
I regained my composure and admitted silently that Grover did have a point (Though I didn't want to confess that fact, considering I wasn't the one who came up with the strategy). I took the sleeve of my grey jacket and wiped my eyes just in case they were still wet, stood up from the stump, and put the façade of a smile on my face.
"Thanks for listening; I just remembered that I have an Ancient Greek class I have to teach." I lied "Talk to you later" and I ran off to the Big House before Grover could reply.