A/N: *holds out white flag* Um, hi. Please don't kill me? I really have no excuse for the slow update, except for pure laziness, but I am sincerely sorry.

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17) Ask Jason if you can borrow his coin for a coin toss. Repeatedly.

Bobby's POV

Since they left me out of the first item on the list, Ro and Ivy offered me the chance to select any prank I wanted. I chose number 17. When Ivy started laying out an elaborate plan, I told her no thanks, I would do this by myself. Ro and Ivy should let things cool down between them and the authorities before they attempted another prank, and besides, this was my chance to get revenge on Jason.

Not that I really had anything to avenge. It's just that I can't stand Jason Grace. Don't ask why, because I'm not entirely sure myself. Maybe it's because he's so popular- especially with the ladies- and I'm one of the camp losers, the "magic kid", the "elephant dude". (I take care of Hannibal, our war elephant. Why do we have a war elephant? No idea, but he's awesome). Maybe it's because he's way too powerful, even for a son of Jupiter. Maybe it's because he's just too...how do I put this...perfect? I mean, he's good-looking, he's a good speaker, he doesn't seem to have ANY weaknesses, he's a brilliant fighter, he became praetor at age twelve, something practically unheard of in the past two hundred years; he's like a Gary Stu in one of those fanfictions Ivy's e-mail buddy talks about! I wouldn't be surprised if they named him a god post-mortem!

So I was going to make him lose his temper in public. I was sure that if our oh-so-great praetor threw a temper tantrum like a toddler, he would be a little less revered.

So a week after Octavian shot himself in the foot (literally- Ivy, stop cackling maniacally, it was not THAT funny!), I walked up to Jason and said casually, "Hey, Jason! Can I borrow your coin for a second?"

"Why do you need to borrow my coin?" asked Jason, frowning. I noted from his eyes that he didn't recognize me. Figured. I'd been at camp for six months, and people STILL didn't know me, even when I started hanging around the Losers. I cannot count the times people thought I was a newbie, or forgot my name. I'd been called everything from "Arnold" to "Zephyr"- I was even called Rumpelstilsken (Rumplestilskin? Rumpelstileskin? Spell check won't recognize any of these!), once! What was I, invisible?

"For a coin toss," I replied innocently. Jason stared at me blankly.

"You do realize..." he began, then gave me another blank look.

"Bobby Pursuit," I said, barely keeping from rolling my eyes.

"...Bobby Pursuit, that this is not a normal coin? It's a weapon," finished Jason.

"Yeah. My friend and I need to use it for a bet. Spear I win, sword she wins," I replied.

Oh, how I wish we were allowed to bring technology into camp! If I'd taken a picture of Jason's face at that moment, it would've become a famous internet meme. The look he gave me was PRICELESS.

"Weapons are not made for your personal entertainment. And it's good to know you have nothing better to do than make bets all day," he said, and walked away.

Ordinarily I would've been insulted, but now I just grinned. This could be easier than I thought.

Two Hours Later

"Excuse me, Jason?" I said innocently as I approached the praetors' table at lunchtime.

"Yes?" he asked, looking up from a conversation with Thelma, the other praetor at the time.

"May I borrow your coin for a coin toss?"

The son of Jupiter stared at me. His eyes narrowed, "Haven't you asked me that before?"

"No," I replied, truthfully enough. I'd said "CAN I borrow your coin?" before, not "MAY I borrow your coin?".

"Well, the answer's no. Sorry, but I don't loan out weapons for bets."

With that, he went back to the conversation with Thelma.

"So, how's it going?" asked Ivy eagerly when I sat back down at the table with her and Ro. As usual, it was at the place of least honor: near the kitchen.

"Okay. I think I'm really going to have to start badgering him, though."

"You sure you don't want me to help? Driving people crazy's my speciality!"

"And don't we know it," muttered Ro, who was still sore at Ivy for accidentally dying both Ro's and her own hair pink (long story).

"No, thanks. I can handle this one on my own."

"Aw, our little Bobby's growing up! TO ANARCHY!" cheered Ivy, holding her glass of cherry Coke in the air. People at surrounding tables stared at her.

"Um, Ivy? You might not want to say that so loudly next time," I suggested quietly.

Three Hours Later

I couldn't believe it. I had asked Jason to borrow his coin for a coin toss THIRTEEN TIMES over the day, and he STILL hadn't cracked. He was as cool and collected as ever.

Ugh, if Jason didn't snap soon, I surely would! Maybe the dude WAS a Gary Stu! That would explain a lot! Maybe I should just give up and go and ask Dakota for some of his extra-sugary kool-aid to drown my sorrows in...

Wait a minute. Dakota? Wasn't one of the items on the list to give Dakota a bunch of energy drinks? I knew that Ivy already had a bunch of Monsters and Red Bulls stashed somewhere.

It's time to think 'WWID': What Would Ivy Do? If I could give Jason something that made him hyper or, better yet, emotional...yeah, that would work...now, the question is, how to slip some to him?

Five Minutes Later

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"He's the praetor! I can't give him the wrong drink!"

"He'll never know it's you. You're a wind spirit. You're invisible," I pointed out.

"I still can't do it! Not even for you!" retorted Fae, a wind spirit waitress I'd become good friends with during my time at camp. For some reason, while most of the humans didn't know I existed, a lot of the venti, lares, nymphs, and animals would not leave me alone. I think the nymph part was because I was a son of Trivia, but the rest was just random.

"But I don't know what else to do! I've been trying to make him lose his cool all day, and it isn't working! Please, Fae! This is my last shot!" I pleaded.

"Why do you want to annoy Jason so badly, anyway? Is this to impress Ivy?" questioned Fae.

"What? No! Why would you even THINK that?" I blurted out, shocked.

"C'mon, Bobby, I've been around you men for centuries. I know how your minds work. The first time a guy does something stupid...well, that's because he's a guy..."

"Hey!"

"But if he does the same stupid thing twice- or, in your case, thirteen times- it's usually to impress some girl. In your case, I'm thinking one Ivy Lokison. You've had a crush on her since your first day here."

"I do NOT..." I began, then saw that Fae was not going to give up. Deciding to humor her, I sighed, "It's that obvious, huh?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded, smirking.

"Well, you know, this is one of the only things I could do that might really impress her. But without your help...she'll never like me as more than a friend," I said, trying to act as pitiful as I can. Fae's eyes softened.

"So...would you help me? Please?" I asked. Fae let out a sigh and shook her head, "I'm out of my mind, but I can't resist a good romance. Fine, I'll help."

Four Hours Later

I tried to eat my pizza casually, not stare at the officials' table too much, but it was hard. Luckily, I had Ivy to distract me.

"...and so I'm not only a daughter of Mercury and a great-granddaughter of Apollo, I'm also the great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter of Loki, Norse god of mischief," she finished.

"Next you'll be telling us you're the great-great-granddaughter of the Doctor from Doctor Who," snorted Ro.

"No, I'm not, though my e-mail buddy had a nightmare about that once."

"What happened?" I asked curiously.

"She found out that the Doctor was her ancestor."

"And...?"

"Nothing. She just learned he was her ancestor."

"Why's that such a bad thing?" I questioned, confused.

"Have you SEEN David Tennant? He is HOT! Especially when he talks in his Scottish accent...oh my gosh, he is the best Doctor EVER!" said Ivy with a fangirlish squeal, jumping up and down and giggling. Ro gave her a funny look, "Ivy, did you take your medicine this morning?"

"Maybe, maybe not-" Ivy began cryptically.

"There he goes!" I blurted out, noticing that Jason had started drinking. I prayed desperately to all the gods that Fae really had given him the drink I'd asked her to give him.

A few seconds later I got my answer. Jason's eyes widened in shock. Reyna, a centurion at the time, asked him if something was wrong, and he began to reply- then started bouncing up and down like Ivy and talking at a million miles a minute.

Success!

"Wow. What did you give him?" whispered Ivy.

"Nothing. Just some Red Bull with extra caffeine and sugar," I replied casually. Ivy grinned and hugged me, "You really ARE growing up!"

As she hugged me a blush rose to my face, and with a jolt of shock I realized that Fae was right: I really DID have a crush on Ivy. I just hadn't noticed before. (Yes, Ivy, it IS possible to not know you like someone. Look at Ro and Trevor!)

"Um, yeah. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to finish some important business," I said, and pulled away from the hug and headed towards the officials' table. "Excuse me, Jason?"

"Yes?" asked Jason, who was no longer bouncy but clearly still affected by the caffeine. His eyes widened when he recognized me, "Hey! You're that Bobby Pursuit guy who's been asking for my coin all day! What do you want? My coin for a coin toss?"

"Yes, actually-"

"Well, guess what! You can't have it! It's mine! It's all mine!" cried Jason as he leapt onto the table. You know how in animes they sweatdrop? That's what I was doing right now. Maybe I gave him a bit too much caffeine...

"You'll never get to use my weapon for a coin toss, nor will anyone else, or my name isn't-"

With no warning, a pan of pizza flew overhead and hit Jason in the head. He fell to the floor, stunned.

"Jason!" cried Thelma as she and several other people shot to their feet and ran over to him.

I stood there frozen with shock for a minute, then quietly made my way back to my table, still shocked. Ro and Ivy were watching the scene with slack jaws. Finally, they turned towards me.

"Well...I take it you didn't plan for it to end that way?" Ro said finally. I shook my head.

"At least they can't blame you for this one. But maybe you should stay away from Jason for the next few weeks. And there's always Canada to flee to if he decides to kill you," added Ivy thoughtfully. Ro let out a sigh, "Why is it that everytime YOU start something, WE'RE the ones who get hurt?"

"Whaddaya mean?" asked Ivy, looking at Ro blankly. "You're not the one who got a concussion from a flying pizza pan."

A/N:

1) The "first time a guy does something is because he's a guy" line comes from The Lorax 2012.

2) I'm sorry if Jason seemed OOC in this chapter. I haven't read The Lost Hero in a while, and writing for characters not my own is tough for me anyway.

3) Trivia, the Roman version of Hecate- goddess of magic- was known to sometimes steal young maidens and assist them with their powers. These women later became nymphs. Hence why Bobby made that comment about how the nymphs liking him "must've had something to do with being a son of Trivia".

Thanks to everyone who reads and reviews! Again, sorry for the slow update!