Sorry Guys but I had to redo a few bits from this chapter. My editor, lovely friend thought it wasn't up to standards.

He Messes with the Wrong Girl

After coming to the conclusion that there most definitely was not any spare space in the Hermes cabin, I decided to escape from the chaos and sit outside to read an Ancient Greek architecture book. That always calmed me down. Besides, being around Luke always made me a bit flustered, so I definitely needed it. After what I guessed was an hour, Chiron came down to Cabin Eleven with a still befuddled Percy.

'Annabeth, I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?' Chiron asked, but you could tell by the look he gave me he didn't mean it as a question. He also mouthed be nice while facing away from Percy as if I was going to start a fight. I looked at the boy sceptically.

'Yes, sir' I replied. I didn't really mind since I'd already read the book twelve times before.

"Cabin Eleven." Chiron said, addressing Percy. "Make yourself at home." All the kids inside stood up and bowed to him, before the centaur galloped off to the archery range.

Percy just stood there like a lost sheep with no idea where he was going. Even if I was completely enjoying myself, watching him making a complete fool of himself, I did kind of feel bad for him. So I said "Well? Go on."

He took a step to walk in but stumbled on the step in the doorway. Making an even bigger fool of himself. I tried to hide a smile, and some campers snickered behind their hands but none of them said anything.

After a long silence, I decided to pitch in. "Percy Jackson, meet Cabin Eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" someone asked.

I wanted to say, "Actually, he's a son of the Big Three and he's come so I can finally go on a quest!", but I wasn't sure they'd take that totally calmly. So instead I said, "Undetermined."

Everybody groaned.

Luke stood up and walked to Percy while welcoming him. I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. I couldn't really. I was just stuck to the spot looking at his gorgeous sky blue eyes. He was tall and muscular with short sandy hair with a gorgeous friendly smile. Today he was wearing a camp half-blood tank top like usual with a pair of cut-offs and sandals. He also wore his leather necklace with the same five beads as me.

"This is Luke," I said, and didn't notice myself blush until Percy gave me a quizzical look. I quickly straightened up and tried for a glare, but it didn't really work. "He's your counsellor for now."

"For now?" Percy asked.

Luke just patiently answered, "You're undetermined," but I zoned out again as I watched him talk and smile. I remembered when that smile was reserved just for me and Thalia. But now it's changed, he has changed. He's loved by everyone at camp it isn't just the three of us now, not even the two. At least I'm not alone in thinking he's gorgeous. All the Aphrodite girls drool over him more than Percy does in his sleep.

The laughing from the other campers brought me back to reality. I could tell that the chosen child of the prophecy was making a fool of himself yet again.

"Come on," I said grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him outside. When I couldn't hear the Hermes cabin laughing any more a stopped, making him face me. "Jackson, you have got to do better than that."

"What?" he asked.

"I can't believe I thought you were the one." I muttered.

"What's your problem?" he asked angrily. Oops. I hadn't meant for him to hear that. "All I know is, I kill some bull guy-"

"Don't talk like that!" He was getting on my last nerves, he didn't understand anything. He didn't understand how lucky he was. "You know how many kids at this camp wished they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

He looked completely confused as he shook his head. "Look, if the thing that I fought really was the Minotaur, the same one in the stories…"

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes." Gods, he was infuriating.

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So…"

At least he knows something about Greek legends. It was more than most new demigods do. "Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up," he said sarcastically.

I tried to explain as patiently as I could. "They don't have souls, like you and me. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you're lucky. But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they re-form."

"You mean if I killed one, accidently with a sword-"

I cut him off when I remembered what he was talking about in his sleep. "The Fu… I mean, your maths teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad."

He looked at me suspiciously, and then asked, "How do you know about Mrs Dodds?"

"You talk in your sleep." I retorted trying hard to keep the smirk off my face.

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' tortures, right?"

Curse him. Now they'll appear and get revenge on him, I thought as I looked all around. Calm down, Annabeth, we're in camp. They can't get in. "You don't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones, if we have to speak of them at all," I explained.

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there," he whined, pointing to the first few cabins like a five year old.

I paled. "You can't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or… your parent.' I waited for him to get it and tell me who his godly parent was. But again I expected too much of this brain dead child. I really have to stop calling him a child. After all, he's my age. But then again he has the same amount of brain cells as a typical Aphrodite girl.

"My mom is Sally Jackson,' he said. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

All mean thoughts aimed towards him flew out of my head. I had hardly been able to stand losing my dad, but to watch your own mother disappear would have been pretty terrible. "I'm sorry about your mom, Percy. But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead. I never knew him," he answered with absolutely no emotion.

It's always the same, they never know about their godly parents. They should just stop the law about not being able to see your godly parents. It is not fair. I've even only seen my mom on a few occasions. "Your father's not dead, Percy."

"How can you say that? Do you know him?" I could feel the emotional barriers going up. It's hard to explain without them getting upset.

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say-"

"Because I know you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about me," he said stubbornly.

"No?' I raised an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them."

"How-" he tried to ask, but I wasn't finished.

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."

You could tell he was a bit embarrassed by the slight blush on his face, but I couldn't see why. We were all in the same boat here.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD – you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than normal mortal's. Of course the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."

"You sound like… you went through the same thing?" Well, yeah, but I wasn't exactly about to tell him my story. I'd probably start crying, and I didn't want that.

"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar?" he looked at me, clueless again. I kept forgetting. He was learning, but it was all baby steps with this guy.

"The food and nectar we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal mortal. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it. You're a half-blood."

He looked completely terrified then baffled, and again I found myself feeling sorry for him. It's not easy to accept that you're a demigod. Usually, the newcomers go into shock for a while. Percy was actually taking it rather well.

And just when I thought we could possibly get through the ordeal without too much drama, Clarisse had to come storming in.

"Well! A newbie!" she called out in her husky voice.

I sighed. There goes the hope of a peaceful tour. I thought miserably. This was going to be a long day.

Again he looked completely confused. Just before I was going to explain what a half- blood meant a gruff voice called out "Well! A newbie!" I knew who it was before I turned around. Clarisse La Rue. If it was anyone else they would have run away screaming for their mummy, but I know she is more scared of me than the other way around. And so it should be.

"Clarisse," I sighed "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess, so I can run you through with it Friday night." said Clarisse with fake sweetness.

" Go to the crows" I snarled in Greek. "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," she bragged, but I could tell she was scared because her eye was twitching uncontrollably now. "Who this little runt" she says trying to cover up.

"Percy Jackson, meet Clarisse, daughter of Ares."

"Like… the war god" he stammers.

"You got a problem with that?"

Instead of cowering away he said the stupidest thing ever. "No, It explains the bad smell."

"We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy." She growled.

"Percy" he growled back clenching his fists.

"Whatever. Come on, I'll show you."

"Clarisse-" I tried to persuade her but she cut me off.

"Stay out of it, Wise Girl" I hate it when she calls me that, but I stayed away anyway. It wasn't up to me to save his backside.

Percy passed me his Minotaur and lightly bounced from foot to foot with his arms up as if he was going to punch her. Before I could even laugh Clarisse had him by the neck and started dragging him towards the girl's bathroom. Oh this is going to be hilarious.

He was kicking and punching, but it was no use. He'd have better luck trying to kick down a brick wall. Her friends started laughing so hard they were holding their sides and leaning on each other stopping themselves preventing them from toppling over.

"Like he's 'Big Three' material," said Clarisse as we reached the bathrooms. She started to push Percy towards one of the toilets. I stood in the corner, my hands covering my face, but I couldn't help looking through my fingers. "Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so stupid-looking." I thought this was a bit unfair, seeing as Clarisse wasn't exactly the most attractive of girls to ever grace the planet, and Percy was quite nice-looking, really.
She started to push him in. I was surprised to see that he had lasted so long. Most of the time the new campers just let her push them in to get it over and done with. But Percy was a determined and stubborn one.

Just as his head was about to go in, something strange happened. The ground started to rumble, the pipes shuddered. Then water shot out from the toilet that Percy's head was almost submerged in. It soaked everything and everyone present in the bathroom. That is, everyone except Percy himself.

Clarisse let him go and ran backwards with a terrified expression on her face. She even screamed, and as long as I'd known her, Clarisse had never screamed out of fright before. When I thought the pipes had settled down I took a few small steps towards him.

Unfortunately, as soon as I moved another tube of water squirted out, this time from the other toilets and the showers as well. I was completely drenched from head to toe; my hair was sticking to my face as well as my shirt to my body.

Clarisse and her friends were all swept away by the onslaught of sewerage water, but I managed to hold my ground. All I could do was stare at Percy in shock. The entire bathroom was flooded except for a small dry circle around him.

He started to stand up shakily. "How did you…" I started to ask.

"I don't know," was all he could say.

When we walked outside, Clarisse and her friends were sprawled in the mud. There was a crowd starting to gather around us now. The Ares girls were sopping wet with their camp half-blood shirt showing through their camouflage-shirt that stuck to their body, and they smelt absolutely revolting.
After spitting the last of the toilet water out of her mouth, Clarisse gave Percy her best death glare, so terrifying that even the crowd started to back off. "You are dead, new boy. You are totally dead," she snarled at him.

Leave it, just walk away, or she'll smash you to a pulp, I thought, directing my thoughts to Percy. Sadly, he didn't comply with my warnings. "You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth." Oh, you know, that's fine. Just give yourself a direct route to Hades. Her friends had to hold her down and stop her from personally skewering him. They dragged her towards their cabin, and the crowd started to disperse.
I stared at him. He definitely had power enough for a child of the Big Three, but I hadn't heard of a child of Zeus with control over water before. Maybe something to do with storms? I didn't know, but I was sure of one thing.

He looked at me "What?" he demanded. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I want you on my team for capture the flag." I said. And I meant it. If he learnt how to control that power he'd be unstoppable.

Then it hit me. He's a son of Poseidon. Dam, Dam, Dam, Dam, Dam. Now I'm really hoping I won't have to fall in love with him or something. My mum would blast him then me for even thinking something like that.