Hey everyone! This is a new story that I'm writing with Hugs6! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: We own nothing. I own Chelsea. Hugs owns Reece.
Percy was happily walking around Camp, hand-in-hand with Annabeth. This was the life: no worries, no stupid Giants to kill, no wars to stop. The Greeks and Romans had finally made their peace, and everything was perfect. Until...
"GIVE IT BACK!"
"No way! I won it fair and square!"
"GIVE-IT-BACK-RIGHT-NOW!"
Percy sighed. What'd a guy have to do for a day where people didn't try to annihilate each other? He and Annabeth ran towards the sounds of fighting and found a giant crowd, chanting, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" like they were in elementary school or something. Pushing his way through, Percy finally got a glimpse of who were trying to kill each other.
The knife-wielder was a tall girl with black hair (streaked green) and blue eyes. Percy recognized her as Chelsea Mills, from the Iris cabin. The guy she was trying to kill, with brown hair, brown eyes, and trying to wield Chelsea off with a dagger was Reece Clark, from the Tyche cabin. Whatever he'd done had seriously ticked her off, because as Percy got closer she took three more swipes at Reece, who was barely able to avoid them.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Percy got in the middle before things could get uglier. "What's going on?"
"What'd do you think is going on?!" Chelsea said angrily. "HE TOOK MY STUFF!"
"I didn't take it!" Reece shot back as Annabeth helped him up. "You were the one who lost the gamble!"
"I DONT CARE!" Chelsea lurched forward to try and stab the poor guy, but Percy anticipated it and grabbed her wrist and pushed her back.
"Enough is enough," Percy said. "You can settle this later, after you've calmed down. Got it?" They both nodded, and the crowd started to disperse. Percy watched as Chelsea stormed into her cabin and slammed the door. He looked at Reece.
"Gods, what did you do?"
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