Skyler's POV

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, Gwen, yes you do."

It was the next prank on the list. We had designed this freaking AWESOME t-shirt for Gwen. It cost 30$, but who cares? As long as Con- I mean the Stolls pay for it, I'm happy. It had an image of a maimed stick figure on a stick, with a white background and blood everywhere. It also read: Human Shish-Kebab. I know it was really mean, but we had agreed with Gwen that it was the best way to "subtly" get back at Octavian for trying (while succeeding, yet failing) to murder her. The only thing I was uncomfortable with was the blood, but that's just because I'm not into gory stuff.

Anyway, Gwen walked up to Octavian and had a nice long chat with him, during which he glared murderously at her shirt and ended it fuming. She returned and reported to us. He was so angry... It was glorious! But it wasn't done yet. We had one more thing planned out.

When we arrived at breakfast, it was full. Octavian had just sat down at the first cohort's table, clearly displeased. Then his food came. Shish kebabs, bright red and dripping like blood were given to him. The spirit slipped away as he stared at it with shock. Then he started screaming.

Connor stood up. "Sheesh, dude what is wrong with you?"

Nice pun, one side of me thought.

Shut up, the other sde of me thought.

At this, Octavian, outraged, glared. Then he vomited.

"EWWWWW!" Everyone chorused.

I highfived our group and Gwen. We had officially and publically humiliated Octavian in front of everyone in camp. Not that he doesn't already do that himself.

Um, hey guys. Sorry. About that. I know I suck at updating soon. Anyway, I just posted a new story. It's about Blackjack during Percy's absence. I will officially try to update more. I swear, I'm trying to make deadlines. Anyway R&R! Bye!