Annabeth's POV:
"Hey, Annabeth. Me and the guys are having a party at Poseidon's cabin tonight. Wanna come?" Percy asked, his tone hopeful.
"Well, i dunno... I kinda have other stuff to do," I said, hiding a smirk. "Oh, ok then." He sounded depressed as he turned to walk away.
"You seaweed brain!" I said as I threw myself to him and gave him a kiss. At first his body was stiff with shock, then his body softened, and kissed back. "Of course I'll go!" I said "couldn't you see that I was faking?" I kissed him again.
"I couldn't. Since you're such a great actress," he said, smiling. "You flatter me," I said "I'll go."
"Great! See ya at eight," he said. We parted and each made a beeline to our own cabins.
Percy's POV:
I thought of how my cheeks burned red-hot when Annie kissed me. It was so pleasant and surprising. And I expected nothing less from Annabeth, who was always full of surprises. I still still remembered the time when i open my closet to find it full of snakes...
My thoughts were interrupted my none other than Grover, who walked up to me with his goat legs.
"Percy! Sup', bro?" he said, going in for a high-five. I high-fived him. "Nothing much. You still coming to the party, G-man?" I asked.
"Sure! I wouldn't miss it for the world!I can bring Juniper along, right?"he asked hopefully. "Sure! I see nothing wrong with it," I said.
"Thanks, Percy! Yo the best! But are you sure that Chiron and Mr D won't mind?" he asked, clearly worried. "Why would they? They love parties!" I said, feeling true to my word.
"Okay, Percy. Gotta go break the news to June. See ya there!" he called as he ran off to find his lover.
I chuckled. Satyrs and their love lives.
Clarisse's POV:
I just finished beating up that Hermes kid who spilled his drink on my brand new jeans when goat-boy ran into me.
I turned just as he fell to the ground. "So, satyr. Do you have a death wish?" I asked, probably looking murderous.
"N-n-no," he stammered, fear coloured his face. "You're pretty lucky I let my rage out on that guy there," I said, pointing towards the Hermes kid who was desperately trying to crawl to the infirmary with my thumb.
"Y-y-yes,"he stammered as he paled - if goats could pale -. "Where were you going to? You seem in a hurry," I said, eyeing him curiously.
"I was g-g-going t-to tell J-J-Juniper about the p-party," he managed to croak out.
"Party? No one told me about a party," I said, feeling offended. Who would dare to not invite me to a party? "Who is the host of this party?" I asked - or rather threatened - Grover.
"It's Percy! I don't know anything else! I'm in a hurry,so, sorry, bye!" Grover shouted as he ran off.
So it's Percy, huh? That punk. Wait 'till I get to him. I started walking to Poseidon's cabin, thinking of various ways to torture Percy Jackson.
