Son of Neptune

by authorwannabe101

I know this has been done before, and that the book is already out, but I started before it was published and I couldn't help myself. I have to know what you think! Percabeth is continued. Alert: this has my translation of the prophecy. This is now up for adoption as I have no inspiration left.

7. Chapter 7

Ok, here we go! I do not own Percy Jackson, that right belongs to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 7: The Mean, Killing Machine is Broken :Dakota's POV:

As we all left the forum, I pulled Gwen aside. I needed to talk to her. "Gwen, you do realize that, most likely, Percy has a girlfriend waiting for him somewhere?"

"Wha-? Oh, sorry, Dakota, what did you say?" She asked, looking distractedly at me before turning back to staring, lovesick, at the son of Neptune.

"Hey!" I snapped, pulling her around and slapping her. "Focus! I said, that most likely, Percy already has a girlfriend! I mean seriously, if he can get you, the girl who crushes on no one, to fall in love with him, that if he doesn't, I'm a daughter of Venus!"

"Dakota!" Gwen cried, shocked, as she stared at me. "How can you say that? I have a chance! Besides, if he's forgotten her, then that just gives me an even bigger chance!"

I stared at her and asked, "Gwen, do you hear yourself? I mean, seriously! This isn't like you!"

She stared back, and, realizing what she had just said, covered her mouth like she was going to throw up. "Oh my gods!" She gasped, "I can't believe I just said that!" Then she turned around and really did throw up into the bushes, causing a holly nymph to immediately get out of it and glare at us before racing towards her sisters, the naiads, to clean off, grumbling under her breath about rude Romans and how they never think of others when they throw up. I ignored her and pulled a tissue from where I knew Gwen kept them (as a daughter of Mercury, she was always prepared for a trip) and wiped her mouth gently.

"Hey, it's ok. At least you recognize the fact. If you were a daughter of Venus, you wouldn't of. Be thankful that you did, saving you from possible heartbreak later." I told her. I heard a choking voice from behind me, and turning around, I saw one of Gwen's brothers racing off. Great. By nightfall, my reputation as the mean killing machine of the Mars Tent would be ruined.

Sorry it is so short, I have to go bed. I'll try to make it longer. And for those of you worried about Percabeth- I will never forsake it! You'll have it, I promise! Please, review!