Demigod

Chapter 2: In Which We Become Beliebers

Percy

Some people love getting attention. Most sane people find those people annoying.

There are some people that other people love giving attention to, and they either don't want it, or don't deserve it.

In the case of Justin Bieber, our prey, neither of these was true.

He loved getting attention, he deserved it (sort of), and people LOVED giving it to him.

After fallowing him for a few days, Annabeth and I were starting to get worried.

Our parents are both on the more normal side of Olympian gods. Athena and Poseidon aren't really strange. But Justin' mom was pretty much the Olympian version of a delinquent. There was no telling what she would do. Anything was possible.

We didn't know if she was making his powers manifest so quickly or if he was just weird. What I did know was, every step of the way we stalked him, his powers grew. Way too strong and way too quick.

That meant we had to get to him. Fast.

Annabeth

We had a simple, three step plan: get to him, explain who we were, and get him to camp. Easier said than done.

The first step was to appear as "normal" as possible. That meant shirts that said "Bieber Fever", hats that said "I HRT JB!", copies of My World 2.0, and ,of course, lungpower.

We had followed him from LA all the way to Atlanta. Tonight was the night it happened or it didn't. We waded through the crowd outside a large, modern hotel that seemed made completely of glass. Justin was making an appearance in his hometown. It was a testament to how hectic his life must be that in the town that held his house, he was staying in the hotel where his concert was.

Percy used his powers to make people move away from us. We felt perfectly dry, but others felt as if slime from the sea was rubbing against them. Using this strategy, we made it to the front of the line.

Then the second step commenced: Screaming our heads off. We took megaphones and did just that. All the other girls were filled with rage that suddenly he could hear us and not them. One tried to knock the megaphone out of my hand.

I saw him stop signing autographs when we began yelling. Percy put on the front of an obsessed fan, trying hard not to be too sarcastic. Justin looked up, glanced around, saw us, and grinned. He moved toward us on the carpet, pen at the ready.

Percy held out a glossy, rare photo of Justin. Justin stood, pen poised over it, and the screams seem to fade away. This was the do or die moment. I looked through his heavy shades to the eyes beneath. Would he listen? Would he brush us off? It could go either way.

"Who should I make this out to?" He said, smiling at me. I was surprised. From research, I knew he didn't usually stop to talk when signing autographs on the red carpet. This was just good luck. OR maybe diving blessing, but I doubted it.

"Not for me, him." I said.

Percy leaned over so Justin could hear him more clearly. "Could you make it out to Percy Jackson"

Justin smiled and began to write. "Like the guy in the movie." He said conversationally.

Percy grabbed Justin's arm as he was handed back the autograph. "Yeah," he said, making a thin jet of water suddenly gush up in front of Justin, and then disappear "EXACTLY like the guy in the movie."

They stared at each other hard. I stood by Percy's side and waited.

Justin didn't look away from Percy as he beckoned one of his security guys over. "These two are with me. Put them on the list." he said. Then he walked away.

But we knew the result of this, battle number one: Us—1 Ate—0