I don't own Percy or Nico or anyone else in the PJO series. Got it? *Holds dagger at your chin*

Chapter 2

For some reason, I expected Nico to be back instantly, even though it was practically midnight. I soon found my eyelids drooping, and when they weren't back in half an hour, I fell asleep, with my laptop on stand by.

I woke at eight-thirty, with them looking at me with amused expressions. "How the Hades long have you been staring at me! Perverts!" I yelled at them. They exchanged amused expressions, and I was just like, "Oh my freaking gods. Why do I even bother?" and ran a hand through my tangled hair. My black, extremely wavy tresses were even more in disarray than usual.

I noticed that I looked like I was the girl version of the guy next to Nico, who must be the famous Percy Jackson. Oh my gods it'd be soooo awkward if I was his sister. I thought after realizing I could be when it came to looks. I mean, Logan Lerman looked a bit like the real Percy (by the way, awful movie), and some of the girls at school called Logan Lerman hot. He was so not hot compared to the real deal. And besides, unlike most girls my age, I wasn't and hopefully will never be 'boy crazy'.

The real reason why it'd be awkward is because I'd know practically everything about him and he'd know next to nothing. Jeez, even Nico didn't know my name!

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe because Nico glares better than you?" the guy that must've been Percy asked.

"Hey! I've heard about his famous glare, and I shoot a pretty mean one myself if I feel like it. And right now I'm just annoyed, not mad." I said with a small glare in their direction. "And besides, he already glared at me. It isn't that bad."

Percy snorted. "Well, Nico, I think you've met your match. A girl that doesn't cower under your glare? A person that doesn't cower under your glare!"

"You got a problem with that?" I said, shooting a real glare at Percy.

"Hey, pretty good. But one problem, since I'm immune to Nico's glares since he glares at me all the time, yours doesn't work real well."

"I know that part." I muttered. "So now what? You expect me and the famous Percy Jackson to argue over something completely stupid to satisfy your curiosity on how well we clash?" I asked point-blank at Nico.

"Whoa, wait, back up. Famous?" Percy said.

"You didn't tell him yet?" I assumed my driest tone. Nico shook his head. "Well thanks for leaving me the hard part." Nico bit part of his lip to keep from laughing at my sarcasm. "So anyway, you, Nico, Annabeth, Thalia, Piper, and the rest are all famous due to some books that are widely well known and translated into several different languages and shipped to Europe and Asia and Africa. So yes, you are famous, and don't let it go to your big head." I said, boredom creeping into my tone.

"Where are these books?"

"On my bookshelf." I said, getting up and going over, and picking them out. Lightning Thief, Sea of Monsters, Titan's Curse, Battle of the Labyrinth, Last Olympian, Lost Hero, and Son of Neptune. I placed the two hardbacks on the bottom, and the rest on the top, and plopped them in front of them.

"You like the books." Nico commented as he examined the worn bindings on the books.

"Anyone who's read them likes them." I said boredly. Is that a word? "So now what? You gonna go hunt down your senior scribe?"

"What? We've never had a scribe." Nico said.

"Well, then what's this?" I grabbed the Demigod Files and read the letter at the front. "Dear Young Demigod, If you are reading this book, I can only apologize. Your life is about to get much more dangerous. By now, you have probably realized that you are not a mortal. This book is meant to serves as an inside look at the world of demigods that no regular human would be allowed to see. As senior scribe of Camp Half-Blood, I hope the top secret information within will give you some tips and insights… yadda yadda yadda. Then it says, Yours truly, Rick Riordan Senior Scribe, Camp Half-Blood. All that good stuff. But the good thing is, is that most everyone believes that you're not real, and only bear an uncanny resemblance to the real Percy Jackson, and are named Percy Jackson, so you're good." I finished sarcastically. "But seriously, you would not believe how many people wish you guys were real."

"So, we're famous."

"Yes, mummy brain. I can't believe you guys didn't walk into Walmart and see the signs hanging everywhere for Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief a year an' a half ago. Although the movie absolutely sucked. So I'm not going to go see the Sea of Monsters, since that'll probably be even worse. I'm betting on a very low crowd goers because of the first one." I mused.

"And there's a scribe that we didn't know about." Percy said.

"He did get permission from Chiron though."

"And we're famous because of it." Nico said.

"In a nutshell, yes." I said.

"Are there any other books?" Percy said, his eyes blazing. I blinked. He just went from calm to furious.

"Well, there's Demigods and Monsters, but that was just full of reviews to the series from editors and all that, and then, as I told Nico, Mark of Athena's coming out in October and The Demigod Diaries is coming out in August, but other than these eight, no, I don't think so."

"Then we're taking these and going to Chiron." Percy said, picking up the books.

"Hello? Those are my books! You really expect to just leave me here, wondering what's going on and whether or not you've ripped my favorite series to pieces because you're frustrated that you can't go out anymore because you'll be recognized?" I said, gesticulating with my hands with an irritated tone.

Nico glared at me. It wasn't impressive as I hoped it'd be. "This is a case of our cover being blown."

"Newsflash: it's been blown for over seven years. I still can't believe you didn't walk into the book section and pick up The Lightning Thief. I mean, it shows a boy with a sword and a horn in either hand! Get real!" I yelled back at him.

That stopped them cold. "Seven years?" Percy said.

"Yes, Perseus Jackson, seven years." Percy flinched when I said his real name. "You're what, twenty? Nineteen? You've passed up Mark of Athena and whatever the next book and the last one too. You're done and over with Gaea. And in my books, around now is when you'll meet Eva, but since I only write fanfiction, it won't happen."

"What?"

I groaned. "Never mind. Let's go show Chiron."

"You're not coming." Nico said.

"Oh, yes I am." I said firmly.

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