Percy pov

School was over and I was back at Camp Half-Blood. I said hi Annabeth and Grover, all went done to the arena. When we got there we saw that someone was already there. She was yelling and slashing everywhere. Looking closer I saw it was Clarisse! Seeing her made me think of what had happened during the school year. About fighting with her against Phobos and Deimos, her immortal brothers.

Grover spoke, breaking thoughts, "Hey! It's Clarisse!"

"We see that Grover," Annabeth said, rolling her eyes. After saying this we walked in and started practicing. A while later I decided I needed a break. Annabeth and Grover joined me. Not but a few seconds later Clarisse walked over and sat down in front of me. After a few moments she broke the silence by looking at me and saying,

"You haven't told anyone have you?" I looked at her.

"Nope, I've kept my promise. Have you?" I said.

"Haven't told anyone." She promised. Grover and Annabeth had looked back in between us as we talked.

"What are you guys talking about? Why are two even talking! You're enemies." Annabeth demanded when no one said anything.

Clarisse answered before me saying, "We're still enemies. We are only taking to make sure the other kept their promise, and we're talking about something that happened during the school year."

Grover turned to me, "What happened during the school year, Percy?"

I shrugged, "I can't tell you if she," I motioned toward Clarisse, "doesn't want you to know." With this said everyone turned towards Clarisse waiting for her to either say that I can tell them or for her to tell them. I had a feeling that she would pick neither of the choices and say no.

"No," plain and simple, "I might tell you later, but not now. Too many people around" she added. I decided to tease her,

"Getting soft, Clarisse?"

"Watch it, Jackson." She threaten. I just smiled. I started thinking about what happened when the dinner horn blew.

"They couldn't fight at all." I said as we walked towards the pavilion.

"Yeah, I thought they would be better than that." She agreed.

"Who are you talking about?" Grover asked.

"Oh, no one important." Clarisse said, "Now get out of my way punk." Well, I thought, she hasn't changed a bit.