A/N: Sorry if it took so long! I completely forgot about this! So sorry. ^_^ And I'm sorry if it sucks. It's because I don't have a beta. Beta me?

Bella's POV:

Well this was interesting. I staggered tiredly as I clambered up the grassy hill. On any other day, I'd be fit as a fiddle. But nooo. This hellhound just had to go and drain me and my stamina. Then on the way to New York, some dude attempted to kill me with a fork. Seriously.

Flashback:

I admit it. I need a rest. I scanned the city, looking for a place to blend and rest, maybe eat as well. I spotted a humongous golden arch. McDonalds! I was incredibly delighted. Greasy delicious fast food!

Thank gods I didn't carry much. I had my luggage and extra shit lugged off to camp ahead of me to warn Chiron of my imminent arrival. I only carried a rucksack with demigod supplies and mortal supplies. I took out my wallet with dollars and slipped into a line.

Funnily enough, I don't think the cashier has never seen a girl order so much, but seem to be alone. "G-g-good day, ma'am," she stammered, shakily handing me my two trays laden with greasy food heaven. Mmm.

I grinned wolfishly at her. "Thanks, sweetie," I said sweetly and I waltzed away, looking for an empty table.

As I scouted for a table, I passed this snooty-looking kid who was glaring daggers at me. I took one glance at his clothes and snorted. From his clothes alone, he looked like a Gary Stu.

Wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and slacks? Indeed.

I noticed how he gripped his fork tighter as I passed and plonked my trays down on the table in front of him. U mad, bro?

Well, he did look angry. I had to hand him that. I surreptitiously watched him as I unwrapped my burger.

Uh-oh. Why is he grinning? "I hate people like your kind," he hissed, and with a perfect smile, he aimed his fork at me and stabbed it in my direction.

Yikes! Flying fork! Duck! My head shot down and it hit the woman behind me. "Ow! Bitch!" she cursed. "Lady! It's his fault!" I pointed at him. Then I shoved my food into my rucksack and ran for it.

End Of Flashback

I'm seriously hating my luck right now. But anyway, Camp was a few feet away, and I don't think I can make it. But I'm not gonna be a wuss. Of course, I'm gonna do everything in my power to enter camp, at the very least conscious.

"Baaaah!" A surprised bleat made me look up. I thought I'd faint with relief. "Grover," I rasped. "Thank gods! Haul me up to camp, will ya?" He dropped his reed pipes and hefted me up in my arms. "Still light eh, Bells?" he grinned. I simply grunted. "Just bring me up to camp, Goat Boy." He snorted. "Well you're certainly a bucket of sunshine!" I laughed raspily. "I never was. Jog your memory." He laughed as well. "Yeah, but you were fun." I protested weakly, "I am! But I'm injured, dammnit! Don't expect me to pull a bunny out of a hat!" He bleated. "Hey! Bunnies are extremely claustrophobic, you know!" I sighed. "Just put me in the damn infirmary."

Third POV:

Grover ran around the camp in a haze of happiness after dropping off an incoherent and injured Bella at the infirmary. He was looking for Percy, but before he could reach to him, Annabeth stopped him. "Hey, Grover," she greeted him. "What's wrong? Are you looking for Percy?"

Grover blanched as he realized that Bella was sure to hate Annabeth, because Annabeth was a potential rival in love for Percy. Everyone knew Bella had never really gotten over him.

"Um, nothing really," he said in a high-pitched voice. Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "What are you hiding?" she asked as she twirled her dagger around threateningly. "Nothing!' His voice rose even higher. He silently cursed his voice as he backed away slowly. "Just some guy stuff! Byeeeee!"

He had never ran off so damn fast. And as he ran frantically, he crashed into someone. "Grover!" Percy's concerned voice shook him off his dizziness. "PerrrrcY!" he bleated thankfully. "I have good news!" Percy looked at him suspiciously. "And that would be..." he started cautiously. "Bella's back from her quest!" Grover lowered his voice dramatically, staring at Percy intently as he slowly processed it.

"Well that's great! Where is she?" Percy's words crashed with one another in their excitement. Grover swallowed. Here was the tricky part. "Um... she is... uh... intheinfirmarybecauseshe'sinjured!" Grover blabbed. And ran.

He ignored Percy's shouts for him to return. He had to tell other campers, right?

Please read and review! I wonder who's the dude who tried to stab Bella with a fork?