After Hades's prank Annabeth decided she'd had enough. She marched out of the building and I followed behind. I couldn't let Annabeth go out alone, what if a spider found her? What if a monster, or monsters attacked. She sat down on the pavement. She looked worried as ever. I felt so bad. This was a disaster.
"Annie, I'm sorry this turned out so bad," I apologized to her. She didn't reply. It felt weird as I was saying it, though. I mean, I really did mean it. But something was stirring inside of me. I felt like I wanted to sing it. So I did. Annabeth still didn't reply.
"It's okay, Perc, it's not your fault," she told me. She was looking at me kind of weird, like I had something on my face.
"Beautiful girls all over the world, I could be chasing but my time would be wasted, they got nothing on you, baby," I sang.
"Why, Percy," Annabeth said, blushing a little, "Are you trying to seduce me with Bruno Mars, OH MY GODS I LOVE HIM!"
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are."
"Percy, are you a-alright?"
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la, la la la la. 'Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la la la. Don we now our gay apparel, fa la la, fa la la, fa la la. Troll the ancient Yule Tide carol, fa la la la la, la la la la."
"Percy, it's February."
"Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you, only you can let in. No one else, no one else, can speak the words on your lips. Treat yourself to words unspoken—"
"STOP IT!"
"I HAAAAAVEEEEE TO GOOOOOOOO TOOOOO THEEEE BATHROOOOOOOOM! ! HEEEEEEEE, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
After a few more hee-hees I danced into the bathroom. What could be causing this? I hated singing. I liked music and hearing people who had good voices and all but when it came to me, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, singing, well…it wasn't pleasant. I was a horrible singer. Back at camp whenever I tried to sing one of the Apollo kids would come up to me and clasp a hand over my mouth. I must've really embarrassed myself in front of Annabeth out there because as I walked back inside the rink I heard Annabeth chuckle a little.
Then, it struck me. Apollo, who was a god of many things including MUSIC, had placed some kind of spell on me. Anger stirred inside of me. As I pulled up and zipped my pants a blast of dirty toilet water shot me through the stall and onto the hard bathroom floor. Luckily, I wasn't injured. I was so mad then. I wanted to blame my father. But then I realized that I had done that. I was the son of Poseidon and my anger had almost caused me to break my back. This is a lesson, kids; control your anger especially if you're one of the children of the Big Three.
I came out soaking wet and stinky. Annabeth was talking to some who I'd never seen my life. She had long black and deep brown eyes and was African-American (AN: YOU GO GIRL!). She was pretty and tough-looking. She was wearing a hot pink long-sleeved shirt decorated with lots of crowns and girly stuff. She had on black skinny jeans and beige fuzzy boots. If I were a girl I would've sang "OMG, Your outfit is so cute. Where did you get it? Luckily, I wasn't a female (sorry if I offended you ladies) but unfortunately I was still under Apollo's little spell.
"Annabeth, who in the name of Hades is this?" I sang-asked. The girl stared at me.
"Oh, Percy. This is Mahogany Alexandra Natasha, daughter of Aphrodite," she explained, then she turned to Mahogany Alexandra Nat—whatever and said, "Percy's the son of Poseidon, he's kind of under this singing spell.
"Aww, poor thing. You're so cute. Someday I wish to crush the heart of a boy as good-looking as you," she said. I didn't know if that was a compliment or what.
"Nice to meet you, daughter of Aphrodite. Why in the name of Zeus is your name so long? I don't like long names. OH MY GODS, SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEE! HEEE-HEEEEEEEEE! HEEE-!"
Okay it was official. The gods were messing with us. Annabeth was right, as usual.
