Remember when I said being a half-blood was dangerous? Yeah, that hasn't changed even if I am 23 and graduated from college. Apparently, monsters don't ever really cut me some slack.
It got even worse when I was summoned back to Camp Half-Blood...

It all started after I graduated. And when I say after, I mean right as I was being handed my diploma-who would've thought I'd get one of those?-a hellhound launched itself at me. I'm not exactly sure what my classmates saw, but they were obviously scared.
To think I was having such a good day. Almost on instinct-actually it was instinct-I whipped out Riptide. Another instinct was to find Annabeth, but she wasn't here, she was at her own graduation.
A few choice words sputtered from my mouth, before I uncapped Riptide and a three foot long sword was in my hand. One of my classmates screamed, "Bear!" Which just seemed highly unlikely to me.
All I wanted to do was graduate. Was that seriously too much to ask?
I barely managed to avoid my arm being torn off, slipping out of the way just in time. Instead I got a deep cut from one of its claws.
It ripped my graduation gown sleeve clean off though.
Mortals had started to panic, which was more distracting than it sounded. I heard my mother's voice in the crowd. "Percy!"
Sliding to the side, I stuck my sword's blade out, as the hellhound bounded toward where I had been a few seconds ago. Now there was a pile of dust. I wasn't cleaning that mess up.
I knew the Mortals couldn't see Riptide, but I quickly capped it anyway and stuck it in my pocket.
My mom was at the edge of the stage with her husband, Paul Blofis-who used to be my English teacher. "Percy!" she hissed. I quickly jumped down and started pulling them out of the gym.
"Let's get out of here."

Seven minutes later, I sat anxiously in the back seat of Paul's Prius (without hoof prints on the hood).
My mom twisted around in the passenger seat to face me, "Percy, you're acting like you have ants in your pants-" I cringed at that thought "-I'm sure Annabeth is fine. She's a tough girl, and she may not have been attacked."
Like I thought she wasn't tough. I knew that, it didn't keep me from worrying though. "It was only a hellhound," I told myself. "It's not like you haven't seen one in a while."
In fact, I'd seen one three days ago while walking home from NYU. It was smaller than most, so it had been easy to kill.

Getting to Columbia University took longer than I'd hoped (New York traffic is not fun). Luckily, Annabeth's ceremony was outside. When we arrived, the graduating class of 2019 were just throwing their caps into the air.
Relief washed over me. So, everything was okay here, everyone was safe and unharmed.
My mom and Paul joined me in the back a few moments later, out of breath. I may or may not have ran as fast as I could. "Percy," my mom panted, "must you run so fast?"
Shrugging, I made my way through the crowd to look for Annabeth. When I found her, she was talking to one of her Professors-at least that's who I thought he was. Her back was to me, so when I approached her, touching her shoulder, she jumped.
"Oh, Percy," Annabeth said. "You scared me."
"Sorry." I gave her my quirky smile.
"Professor Digby, this is my boyfriend, Percy Jackson." Annabeth had a red blush creeping onto her cheeks, I had no idea why though.
Her professor smiled slightly, though he didn't look impressed. "Did you just graduate too?" he asked me.
I cursed at myself for not taking off my cap and gown. "Yes, over at NYU."
"And is there a reason one of your sleeves is missing?"
"Uh... Sorta?"
That fact didn't help in my case. "Annabeth, may I speak to you privately?" Professor Digby asked. He led her away from me, so I stood alone in a crowd of kids I didn't know.
Some of them gave me odd looks but for the most part ignored me.

I saw Mom and Paul talking to Mr. and Mrs. Chase in the back. So, I was the only loser here, just great, it was middle school all over again.

Finally Annabeth walked back over to me. "Did you get done early?" she asked me.
"No, my graduation was ruined by a hellhound." I tried to pass it off as nothing, but she knew me, too, well.
A moment later, she was hugging me, and I hugged back without even thinking about it. "I'm sorry, Seaweed Brain, I know you were excited about graduating."
I tugged at one of her blond curls. "I got my diploma." I started pulling it out of the waist of my pants, when Annabeth grabbed my arm.
"You're bleeding."
"It's nothing," I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't hear it.
Annabeth gave me a stern look. "Why didn't you bandage it? This is deep."
"I came here right after. I had to make sure you were okay." She glanced over her shoulder, before taking my hand, and pulling me towards the back of the crowd.
My mom saw us first. "Annabeth!" She pulled Annabeth in for a big bear hug, like she hadn't seen her in months, which in reality was yesterday.
"Hi, Mrs. Jackson." Annabeth smiled and returned my mom's hug.
Mr. Chase gave me a firm hand squeeze and Mrs. Chase hugged me, making it last a bit longer than necessary.

Ten minutes later, we were all in my mom's tiny apartment. Well all of us but Mr. and Mrs. Chase. "Why didn't tell me you were hurt, Percy?" my mother demanded.
"I forgot...?" I gave her a cheeky smile, but her look was still stone.
Annabeth walked out of the bathroom with a first aid kit. I wanted to use ambrosia, but apparently I wasn't wounded enough.
I sat on a stool shirtless, while Annabeth cleaned my cut out then wrapped gauze around it. "When did you become a daughter of Apollo?" I teased. She just glared at me.
"Put a shirt on, Jackson." This was met by my wadded up shirt thrown at me.
"I thought you'd be enjoying this, Chase." Apparently when you joke, you become the bad guy. I was ignored for the rest of the night while my mom and Annabeth talked about everything.

At six, we met the Chases for dinner, to celebrate us graduating. Most of the time was spent on where Annabeth wanted to start her career, while I sat and sulked.
"What do you plan to do, Percy?" Mr. Chase asked. I was startled at first, for being acknowledged.
"With what?" I probably sounded stupid, but I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Your future." I could tell he was trying to see if I'd say something stupid, then say I wasn't fit to date his daughter.
I sat there for a second before saying, "I plan to start a career in marine biology and hopefully, eventually move in with Annabeth." That last part was so quiet, I was sure no one had heard it.
No one said anything to this. They didn't have time to, because suddenly the front window shattered.
Mortals started panicking and screaming. A hydra-or should I say the Hydra-came scrambling in wildly.
In a moment, both Annabeth and I were standing on the table, weapons raised. The Hydra spotted-or smelled-us, and started to make its way to where we stood on the tables.
"Get under the table!" I shouted to our parents over the chaos. I'm not sure if they obeyed. I lept off the table towards the Hydra.
"Don't chop its heads off!" Annabeth reminded me. Like I would make that mistake again. I stabbed it multiple times in the chest, but it did nothing but make it it angry.
"Fire," I muttered under my breath. "Annabeth, can you distract it?"
I thought I might've heard her mutter a "yes", but I ran into the kitchen anyway. People were yelling at me to get out, but I didn't listen. Instead I rummaged around in the drawers for matches. There were candles on the table so I suspected they had some.
When I found them, I ran back out. Annabeth looked tired out and worn out, but she was handling the Hydra just fine on her own. I had to get closer, so I hacked at it with Riptide. It took a few minutes before I had a good aim on it.
I lit one of the matches, threw it at one of its head, and did that another six times to the rest of its heads.
Now the the whole restaurant was in flames. Most of the Mortals were already outside. Annabeth herded the rest of them out, along with our parents.
"Well, that was fun," I said. Annabeth stood beside me outside the restaurant.
She sighed. Taking my hand, she said, "Let's go home."

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