Author's Note: Yeah I'm back! Two chapters in one day a new record :P. Anyways um this is the chapter where all the badass awesomeness happens *mumbles* I don't own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series or The Heroes of Olympus series…*bursts into tears*

The next day was planned perfectly in Stevie's it was like those play by play thing in the super bowl that she would've watched with her dad. You know, if she had one. Anyways, she started the day staring at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help being cocky at times, but boy was she pretty. Stevie had a mixed complexion a brownish whiteish look considering she was an eighth South African black. Her short caramel curls hung over her shoulders barely touching it. It looked she curled them with a curling iron but she swears she didn't. Her bright blue eyes drowned in heavy black eyeliner an her lips were smeared in bright red lip gloss. Mother always said she got her narcissism from her father ( Author's Note: Could I be any more obvious!).

Then there was lacrosse practice. Stevie skipped that. Stevie "borrowed" some money from one of her mother's fancy vintage Prada purses, she used it to tip the chauffeur who was then obviously going to take her to this "camp" without hesitation. Who could resist a $400 tip?

Upon arriving, she was enraged and shocked that it wasn't there. " The mist…. Those sneaky bitches" she muttered to herself. Then she brought out her nerdy glasses and then she saw it. It was a nice camp filled with teenagers and stuff like that except for the whole training thing it was normal. It looked just like how Rick Riordan described she was pleased with that.

Then she walked in messenger bag to the side filled with greek myths and Percy Jackson books with Harry Potter covers and her handy dandy notepad. After explaining what seemed like a million times that she knew where she was going. Stopped at the Hermes cabin and dropped her stuff onto a deserted sleeping bag. Then walked to cabin 10 the Aphrodite cabin they should really consider renaming Barbie Dream House. Upon walking in her nostrils were infiltrated by a strong scent of designer perfume.

" Chanel no.5 good choice" Stevie said in French nodding in approval. They all fell in love with her blah blah blah. Then She asked the cabin counselor Piper if she knew where Summer was. Piper said Summer was in the Hades cabin. I thanked her and bid " Au Revoir" to cabin 10. Started her journey to the Hades cabin and found Summer in a steamy makeout session with her lover Nico. Stevie was bearing her ultimate pokerface determined not to laugh. She then grabbed Summer by the arm and told her she was bitch a snob and that she wanted nothing to do with her then explained all the trouble she went to find her and said bye leaving Summer and emotional wreck that Nico would have to deal with.

After a treacherous first day, Stevie was excited to go to dinner and hopefully get claimed I mean she is four years old but in normal years she's just 16. Then Clarisse on her way back to her table from the restroom decided it'd be nice if she poured her coke on Stevie's head. That. Was. It. Then Stevie stood up quickly tripped the Ares spawn with her leg and threatened her with her bow and arrow. Then suddenly a golden lyre shimmered above her head. Now not only was she was everyone's favorite vigilante she had gotten claimed by Apollo.

That wasn't it though Stevie Decore will never be content. After dinner Apollo's children usually perform a song of their choice. Now that Stevie was one of them she got onto the stage and did what she did best. Rapped…

Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
The basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother
I put that on my partner, I put that on my family
Oakland city representer, address me as your majesty
Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown
I smoke a million Swisher blunt sand I ain't never coming down
Bitch you ain't no Barbie I see you work at Arby's
Number 2, super-sized Hurry up I'm starving
Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical
See me at your college campus baggie full of Adderalls
Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost
See them other chicken heads? They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate
Bridge, I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer
I'm snatching all your bitches at my leisure

One big room full of bad bitches [x4]

[Hook:]
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother

[Verse 2:]
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
I'm looking like Madonna but I'm flossing like Ivana
Trump, you know I keep that work in my trunk
Got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck
I'm yelling "Free V-Nasty" 'til my throat is raspy
Young, rich and flashy I be where the cash be
You can't find that? I think you need a Google Map
My pearl-handled kitty-cat will leave and press your noodle back
Now Google that groupies follow me like Twitter
I'm rolling up my catnip and shitting in your litter
Why you looking bitter? I be looking better
The type of bitch that make you wish that you ain't never met her
The editor, director plus I'm my own boss
So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss
Which means nobody getting over me
I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries

One big room full of bad bitches [x4]

[Hook:]
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother

[Outro:]
Oh, all you basic ass hoes out there
Man I got rooms full of bad bitches
They don't need Gucci, they don't need Louis
We swagging, ehh, meow

Author's Note: Credit to Kreashawyn for the song it's called Gucci Gucci and Stevie sang that in a way of telling Summer that she's a basic bitch and that she hates her guts. Don't worry they'll make up eventually. Maybe?