VII-Percy
Oh crap.
These words ran through Percy's mind as he stared at the obstacle course in front of him.
"You aren't scared, are you?" Hazel asked jokingly, hand rested on the dagger on her belt. "If you are… Dang, you'll be with Pluto like that."
She snapped her fingers.
"Hades, you mean." Percy corrected, and Hazel's eyes lost its shine.
"Seriously, you gotta quit with the Greek names! You're Roman, you idiot!" Hazel cried in frustration.
Percy didn't agree. He had a feeling he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He was not a Roman that was for sure. Percy knew what he was, but it was like it was stuck at the tip of his tongue. Percy tried to remember where he came from and where Annabeth was, but it gave him a headache.
"Percy!" Hazel shouted, and slapped him across the face.
Percy blinked and grabbed his cheek as the pain started to blister on the side of his face. "OW!" he shouted and glared at Hazel, who looked impatient. "What was that for?"
"Pay attention, buster!" Hazel snapped, giving a glare. "Now, you and I are going to race across the obstacle course. Kapeesh?"
Percy couldn't help but ask, "What's this supposed to help with?" He knew it was an idiot question, but he couldn't help himself.
Hazel rolled her eyes and asked, "What do you think, you kelp-head?"
"Um… quickness?" Percy answered unconfidently.
"Agility, stupid."
"Oh."
Hazel rolled her eyes again. "We're going to race- you know, see who gets to the finish line first? You use your legs- those things below your waist that are real long!"
Percy glared. "I'm not that stupid."
Hazel grinned. "Oh goodie! You get the point? We're racing. Kapeesh?"
"Kaposh." Percy grumbled.
"Excuse me?" Hazel asked in annoyance.
"KAPOSH!" Percy shouted.
"Good boy." Hazel smiled.
This lady is rough! Percy thought in exasperation. I don't know if I'll survive…
"Are you a baby then?" Hazel asked suddenly, eyebrow cocked up.
"No!" Percy exclaimed.
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
"You aren't a baby?"
"NO!"
Percy noticed he was having an adrenaline rush. Then he realized Hazel was yelling at him because she wanted to get Percy hyped up. She must've known he had ADHD…
Hazel then pushed him into a ready position next to him, making Percy stumble over his feet like a complete idiot.
"Good gods, Percy…" she muttered in exasperation, and Percy felt offended. He wasn't meaning to be clumsy and stupid, but he just had a feeling…
Hazel got ready next to him, determination in her eyes. Percy couldn't help but stare like an idiot.
"You ready…?" she asked, studying Percy's face. Then her expression went into exasperation once again. "Oh gods, please don't tell me you're gonna barf right now! Gods, did Mars slap you across the face during that fight or what?"
Percy blinked. "Oh… No! I-I'm ready. Let's go. Yeah, let's go!"
Why was he acting so stupid?
After a moment of silence, Hazel screamed at the top of her lungs, "GO!" And she set off, hair flying behind her as she approached a jungle of ropes.
Percy set off after her, feet carrying him along.
It was a bigger adrenaline rush than Hazel yelling at Percy. She and him jumped, climbed, kicked, punched, sliced and flipped in unison with grunts and "Hi- YAH!"s.
As Percy and Hazel climbed to the top of a wood wall that was almost thirty-feet tall, Hazel asked, "You gonna give up yet?"
Percy snorted as he swung his leg over the wall. "Nope!"
"Soon you will, Jackson!" Hazel cried gleefully.
"Over my dead freaking body!"
"Yeah sure! See you later, loser!"
Hazel let out a loud and elated "Yah- hoooo!" as she jumped down the wall and hit the ground running like a bullet. Percy grunted and flew after her.
It made his ankles pop and the bottoms of his feet swell with harsh pain, but Percy was now intent to win this race. He had to win. He had to prove Hazel wrong. He was not a baby.
"I'm not a baby!" Percy chanted loudly as he kicked a dummy in Roman armor out of his way.
Hazel laughed, "Get to you finally, huh?" As she jumped over her dummy that was sprawled out on the grass in front of Percy and bolted off towards a tunnel of tires that dangled a few inches off the ground.
Percy dashed off towards her, his blood full of his adrenaline and his senses sharp. He spotted a vine near his foot and jumped in the air over it, flipping on the way.
As he closed in on Hazel, a voice said in his mind, Tackle her, Percy! Tackle!
Percy then lunged viciously and wrapped his arms around Hazel's waist. She yelped in surprise as they went tumbling off to the side. They did somersaults a couple times, then crashed onto the cool grass.
He flew himself at Hazel before she could stand up again. Percy wrapped his hands around her wrists and held her down.
Hazel met Percy's eyes with an amused expression. "Somebody lost it!" she laughed, and Percy grinned in triumph.
"Oh, don't keep that smile for long, Jackson!" Hazel then cried. "You lost! You can't tackle someone in the obstacle course! You lost; I won! Percy Jackson lost to Hazel Beth Tenner! Ha-ha! Not so happy now, huh?"
Percy burst. He got out his sword as fast as he could and held it against Hazel's chin. Hazel still looked amused.
"Percy Jackson," she cried teasingly. "loose cannon!"
He went nose-to-nose with Hazel angrily and snarled, "I'm ready to slice your head off and tell the wolves to play soccer with it, so may the gods help you to stop fooling around with me now!"
It was a long silence, except for Hazel and his hard breathing, and everyone training around them at a distance.
Then, Hazel smiled coolly. "You just aced one of my classes, Jackson. Good job. Now get off or you'll have a bruise in the wrong spot."
Percy blinked in surprise. "What? You had that planned out? You knew I was going to do this? You got me angry just for this?"
Hazel busted up laughing. "Percy, you're so easy to read. I know what you'll do or say- Even someone who just met you would."
Percy's ears felt hot. Was he really that easy to read? Was this true?
"Get off me," Hazel then demanded, and to show she meant what she said, she got her knee ready.
Percy scrambled off quickly and got up from the ground.
Hazel jumped up and ordered, "Now, run from here to there-" She pointed to a long Roman style hall all the way across camp. "And back. Now go!"
She clicked a button on the side of her watch and Percy ran as fast as he could. Hazel started screaming at him, "KEEP YOUR FEET FLAT, JACKSON! YOU'RE FAILING RIGHT NOW! FASTER!"
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