Here is the first part of a much anticipated third chapter! It is going to be from a different POV, and I hope that everyone reading will enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Percy Jackson & the Olympians", or Danielle Steele.


What exactly made a perfect day?

Drew would argue that it was the right choices. And at Camp Halfblood, she had nothing but choices.

Things were never so easy at home (which was most always empty) or school (which was way too crowded). No, there it was always decided for her what was available to eat, what was planned on her syllabus, who she sat next to, how late she could stay up, what she could wear, bla bla bla... And the people? Ugh, her father had the worst taste in women, not counting mom, so the idea of being 'friends' with any of his one-and-done girlfriends was ludicrous. And at school, she had followers, some side-projects who had just enough flair and drama to keep things interesting.

She needed things to stay interesting at school especially. At school Drew pretended she didn't care, which was much cooler than admitting to a roomful of losers that she couldn't make sense of the letters or numbers on the board. She couldn't have a phone handy, because that attracted monsters for some obscure reason. Being the only junior without a cell phone would've killed her reputation if she hadn't had the foresight to make friends with some snob who needed someone to tell her precisely how to spend her parents' money. And most of the boys? Mushy tummies, pimples, even the athletic guys had dandruff flakes, bad B.O. and chipped teeth.

Finding a job? Ugh, even worse. A job, honestly... she was going to go straight into modeling, probably after getting some B.S. degree in Art at a college that would overlook some of her Calculus grades. In the meantime, employee discounts at the mall would've been nice. Well, they would be, except only stores like Sears and Hot Topic were hiring, and Drew would rather wear lemon-lime then work around clothes like those. Yes, modeling, and then marry into royalty. That would be her life. Until then, she'd just have to manage her 'friends' with rich parents well-trained. It would be a struggle though.

In comparison to all of that? Camp Halfblood was a welcome reprieve. The boys, mostly were hot as you could expect from literal half-gods, with a minimum of six-pack abs and toned forearms. The Ares kids were... what was the word? Boarish? No no, boorish. They were boorish but damn if they didn't have energy and stamina, and a lot of muscles. The Athena boys were bookish but tall and well-built, the Hephaestus boys... ew, grimy, but again good muscle-tone and they made good jewelry during Arts & Crafts, Dionysus only had the one son and he could've been cute if he wasn't a drunk, and things just kept getting better and better when the new cabins were built and all the other halfbloods started pouring in.

Drew wondered, not for the first time, if this was how an apex predator felt when the livestock herds started to replenish. That was a term she paid attention to in biology class, her freshman year with the dreamy substitute teacher, apex predator. Top of the food-chain. That was how she was at Camp, with the best looks, the best abilities, best style, best accessories, and best plans. No, the Athena cabin had the best plans, she had the best schemes. Sounded worse than it was, schemes didn't have the best reputation. That seemed a little unfair, but oh well.

The rest of the herd, the sheep-people... sheeple? Well, they were amusements one way or another. The hot, like this mysterious Jason, were her romantic interests. The fugly, like the fashion challenged addition to her Cabin? They were part of her menagerie, just as enjoyable to visit as any petting zoo or carnival side-show. And those in the between, like that Leo kid? Well, always needed someone to work maintenance, keep the utilities running.

Oh, speaking of the zoo, looked like Little Miss Piper was already biting off more than she could chew. Only one things could get everyone in the cabin so worked-up and excited.

"Enough, settle down, settle down," Drew drawled, rolling her eyes, lazily looking about. Sure enough, all her sisters and brothers quieted down immediately. Smugly, she noted, that Piper couldn't have gotten them to do that. "You asked for their names, didn't you? Alight everyone, introductions."

They all started at once, again.

Morons.

"One at a time!" Drew snapped. Honestly, she could do with some time away from these brainless wannabes.

They looked uncertain, not sure who should go first. Well, girls first of course, this was Aphrodite's cabin. But-

"-well you already know me." Mitchell muttered, rubbing the back of his head bashfully. "Mitchell. Very nice to meet you."

Ah yes, Mitchell, who had the never to say that maybe this 'Piper' wouldn't be so bad. "Mitchell hon?"

Now he looked wary. "Y-yeah Drew?"

"Don't you remember you have cleaning duty? Thanks sweetie." Drew smiled tightly, looking to the other daughters of Aphrodite. "Who's next?"

They were all back to being shy, poor things. Wonder what caused that? Meantime, Mitchell was under the beds picking up candy wrappers off the floor. Looked like they still needed more help. Not a problem. Drew needed to show the new girl exactly how welcome she really was.

Besides, Drew never passed up a chance to show-off how she ran this cabin. "Lacy first, come on now. First names only, we're family, how long you've been at Camp, and something... I don't know, interesting about yourself." She looked critically at Lacy. "If you can find something interesting, that'd be great, really."

"Lacy..." The blonde girl, looked either like a short fifteen year-old or a tall ten year-old. It was frustratingly hard to tell. "I'm... hoping to write for a magazine or well probably online blog and stuff with papers and stuff going out like dead media and I've been at Camp just two years and it's nice I guess."

"Wow, run-on-sentence much?" Drew muttered, loud enough so everyone could 'accidentally' hear. She convinced herself she was doing Lacy a favor, pointing out a flaw that needed correcting. No one hires a writer who talks like that. That helped beat the small voice that pointed out that Lacy looked crushed when everyone started laughing at her expense, helped beat it into a pulp and tie it in a sack to be thrown into the Lethe. "Next?"

"First off, hi, my name's Sydney," another blonde, though this one had curls where Lacy had straight pigtails. And where Lacy was just tan enough so that she was starting to get sunshine-freckles, Sydney looked like she lived in California instead of Manhattan. Hmm, she must have switched spray-tans. Good thing too, Drew didn't want to be seen with someone who looked like... the Hulk? No, he was green. Right, the Thing. A girl-Thing with orange skin and ringlets. Puh-lease, like she could pull off the ringlets, those were Drew's thing. "-and after that I was on the front page of Seventeen!"

"What?" How much did she really cover, that's what Drew wanted to know. It was hard to tell, Sydney went on and on if you didn't stop her.

"I want to be a model," Sydney repeated. "And people are interested. Not dropping any names-"

"Oh please, you'll be modelling gloves." Good old, old-before-her-time, very catty Karol. Tall, almost as tall as Drew, which bothered her because she liked being the tallest in Cabin Ten. Well, tallest girl, but the sons of Aphrodite hardly counted. Nice for lifting things though. Pity she couldn't bring one of them along on her quest. Though, it didn't seem like Jason Grace would have any trouble with lifting. He looked like he could play football or belong on a wrestling team, lots of good muscle definition. Yummy.

"Ahem? My name is Karol," the brunette started, hoping that this time everyone was paying attention. "I've been at Camp just as long as you, Drew, and I'm... on my school's gymnastics team. Had to petition for a leotard that let me show my midriff."

Yeah, way to prioritize. "Good for you sweetie." Drew cooed insincerely. If Karol noticed, she didn't bring it up. Good, she was learning. "Next?"

"Emilia," another brunette, light brown hair and blue-green eyes smiled. She was soft looking. Soft and curvy with plush lips and easy dimples. Eventually Drew would have to convince her that she was fat, something to get her to stop being so smug. "I've been here for three years, and my favorite activity is Arts & Crafts. I think I'll open up a shop or something, maybe a stall-?"

"Yes yes," Drew rolled her eyes. "That's very quaint, darling. Next?"

"Natalie," this daughter had a tight, springy ponytail, and stylish glasses. "I've been at Camp for two years, and I really don't get why we, like, have to wear orange? Totally sends off the wrong message. Orange is for convicts and stuff. You know that orange makes people aggressive? Not passionate, like red, no just irritated and stuff. It's not a cool color! We should really appeal to Chiron to see if we can have different color shirts, maybe blue-?"

"Way way too much Natalie." What a blab... Drew glared, turned to the next... sister. "You?"

This was the only one with auburn hair. Drew was going to have to have her dye it soon enough, it was a bit of an eyesore. "um, I'm Imogen, I guess... no, I'm Irene and um I... um... I know this, hang on..."

Oh gods, Imogen. For a moment, Drew and Piper met one another's eyes (what color were Piper's eyes supposed to be, tie-dyed? What a freak) and seemed to make a telepathic, simultaneous snap judgement; It went something like 'I hate everything about you, and I can't believe we're related, but at least you're not Imogen'.

"Um... I've been at Camp one year," Irene finally managed, "and... well, rhinoceros horn is made from compacted hair." She nodded, smiling a bit.

There was dead silence, a lot of staring.

"I'm sorry, what?" Piper spoke first, confused. It gave Drew no small satisfaction to see the new girl who thought she could go on a Quest her first week at Camp just take a social-nose dive.

Still, it was understandable. Gotta love these beautiful people, her brothers and sisters, but they were idiots. "Imogen, what does that have to do with you?"

"huh?"

"Rhino hair... horn..." Drew flipped her hair reflexively. "What does that have to do with you?"

"Oh," the ginger nodded. "Oh... oh! Was the interesting fact supposed to be about us?"

"... yes." Drew sighed, resisting urge to slap.

"Okay, I can fit my whole fist in my mouth." Imogen nodded confidently.

"Of course you can." Drew nodded indulgently. "Move it along people!"

"Trinity," a black girl with carefully braided hair and tight bike-shorts nodded, smiling. "Been at Camp one year, and even though I'm a freshman I got put on the JV tennis team at my school."

"That's the girls. Since this is Aphrodite's cabin, we tend to call the shots." Drew explained as patronizingly to Piper as possible. "Girls usually have a closer connection to beauty and love. Well, usually." She felt one choppy strand of Piper's hair. The blessing was beginning to wear off, and soon she'd be back to looking like a teenage hobo.

Good.

She could see Piper trying to keep the names straight, mouthing them slightly, weirdly colored eyes scrunched in concentration. Drew, Lacy, Sydney, Karol, Emilia, Natalie, Imogen, Trinity. Of course Drew had her own ways to remember her sisters; Lacy looked terrible in lace, 'See-Me' Sydney was desperate for attention, Karol was katty, Emilia was just a slut, Natalie was a nerd, Imogen was indecisive and dumb as a brick, and Trinity went to one of those Catholic schools with the ugly plaid skirts and no boys.

"Boys?" No reason to give new girl any time to process, Drew was a very busy person.

They looked about. Mitchell was still trying to pick up trash, the bag split and he looked miserably at the pile of awful garbage on the floor. He hadn't even gotten to the bathroom yet.

"It's fine." Drew rolled her eyes, pleased they knew where the wind was blowing and stuff.

"Um, okay." The biggest one stepped up. Even though he was half-brother on the god-side, Drew would be lying if she hadn't thought about him romantically once or twice in passing. He was a meathead, but not in the Ares way where they just worked out to be better at hitting people. More like a Mr. Universe musculature. Totally hot. "Um, name's Chad, been at Camp for four years, and just today I upped my weights so I can lift totally, well like, almost double my body weight."

Appreciative applause and back-slapping from the other boys. Once it settled down, one of the slighter boys stepped up.

"Giacomo," the dark-haired brother, with rich eyelashes and thin, expressive eyebrows, bowed a little. "Like Casanova, and I've been at Camp just six months, I was out of the country in Europe when that business with Titans and monsters did happen. I work with my mother's theater troop, learning how to make costumes. Some of my work is fit for professional productions-"

"Wait, Aphrodite has a theater group?" Piper interrupted.

"... no," Giacomo sighed, annoyed. "My mortal mother."

Piper blinked. "Oh... wait, wait, how-?"

"Awkward questions for later." Drew snapped her fingers.

Next brother had darker complexion and the only hair darker than Giacomo's deep chocolate locks. Gorgeous as a matter of course, swimmer's build gave muscle without Chad's bulk. "Adrian, been at Camp two years. And 'King of Sparta' is my favorite movie, like, ever! Tristan McLean's workout to get the abs for the role changed my freakin' life!"

Lot's of cheers, catcalls, and mock swooning. Except from Piper, who looked embarrassed. Honestly, what a little freak.

The last... especially last boy didn't even get off of his bed, sitting and reading a tattered paperback. He wore crisp pressed slacks, buttoned-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, shaggy blonde-brown hair cut short, and a pair of wire-framed glasses on aristocrats pale nose. When he noticed everyone was staring, not looking up from his book, he spoke. "Tomas. Camp for three years. I try to stay here year-round, my dad travels so no loss."

"Downer." Drew declared primly. "Alright, that's everyone."

Piper obviously was having trouble, lips still frantically moving; Mitchell, Chad, Giacomo, Adrian, Tomas-

"Well feel free to tell Piper how things work here," Drew patted Dumpster-Queen on the head. "I have a Quest to prepare for. Thanks! You're all stars! Karol, Sydney? Outside sweethearts?"

They obeyed, while Piper looked miserable trying to adjust to so many different people suddenly being related to her.

It was so nice to see someone who tried though. Drew had almost forgotten how fun they could be.

But no sense letting her fun get out of hand.

"I want that girl broken in by the time I get back." Drew swore, looking to both of her minions critically. They should be up to the task, even if Piper did have some charmspeak. "You got it? The works."

They nodded. Good, they were well trained. "And you'll be breaking in the blonde guy, right?" Sydney smirked lewdly. Oh, Drew almost forgot about Jason.

"I packed something special for him..." Drew promised. Giggles all around at that.

"What about that Leo kid?" Karol pointed out, always so critical.

"Oh he won't come unless he pulls off something big," Drew pointed out, tossing her hair just so that a few strands hit Karol in the face. "Nyssa will be coming, I know how to handle her."

"But what if he does pull off something big-"

"Oh like what?" Drew snapped.

And that was when the dragon touched down.