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Chapter 8

Hydra POV

I took my seat at the Hermes table, and tried to pretend like I blended in and wasn't wearing a stripper's clothes. When I looked up from my shoes, however, I saw that one person hadn't looked away. James. He was still staring at me. When I caught his eye, he shook his head and looked away like the rest of the guys had. Whatever. I continued to eat my dinner in silence, and then placed the remainings in the fire. Poseidon. I don't know what I think of you anymore. Peace. And with that, I was off.

It was only Wednesday, so we didn't have Capture The Flag. Only the bonfire was left, and I contemplated skipping it and going to bed early like I had the night before. I decided against it, after realizing that I might actually like the bonfire. It was only 6:30, and I didn't have to be at the bonfire until nine, so I walked around camp, looking at the different buildings, and then I noticed that one cabin was completely full. Hm. Most of the campers were still at dinner. I decided to check it out. I knocked on the door. When a muffled 'come in' could be heard, I stepped inside. Then it dawned on me. This was the Aphrodite cabin. Nice one, Sherlock.

I tried to escape without being noticed, but I failed that mission. The evil girl from before who had helped plan my destruction beckoned me over. I hesitatnly came closer.

"You're only going to get your regular clothes back if you wear this outfit until it's time to go to bed."

"Fine," I huffed.

She put on a cheery smile. "Great. You can come by around ten to get your clothes back. I'm Layla, by the way." Pleasure doing business with you seemed to drip from her words. I spun on my heel and walked out. They probably skip every meal. I walked over to the beach, where the waves calmed me a little bit. I heard footsteps coming up behind me, and saw a man with those plaid beach shorts, and a white T-shirt. He had dark hair and sea green eyes, like Percy. I bet you know who he is.

"Hello, Hydra," he said to me. "Nice night, huh?"

"Why are you here?" I snapped at him. Yeah, that's me, Ms. Polite.

"Well, I wanted to give you your sword in person." He held out a bronze and silver sword. When I took it, it felt perfect in my hands, unlike the one Clarisse had given me. It seemed to radiate victory, but also some sadness and death. "It's name is Dragontooth," he told me with a smile.

I looked up at him. "Thanks," I said slowly, unsure of whether he was for real or not.

"No problem." He got up, walked away, and seemed to disappear. I looked back at the sword in my hands. Dragontooth. The name seemed to fit perfectly. I smiled and placed the sword in one of my stripper boots. And back to reality. Ugh. Stupid stripper boots. I got up and walked back to my cabin. It was now about 8:00, so I had a full hour to go before the sing-along. Another ugh. One thing about me: I can't sing. Like, ever.

But I figured I owed it to Chiron, since I skipped it last night. I sighed and started walking back to my cabin. I have to admit, I was pretty surprised to see that Percy was already in there, with his iPod in his ears.

"Hey," I said as I sat down on my bed and started reading one of the Greek mythology books that the Hephaestus cabin had given me during 'Monster Assault Techniques'.

"Hey," Percy replied, not looking at me, but staring straight at the ceiling.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. He seemed kind of down.

"Nothing," was all he replied, but I could tell he was lying.

"Sure," I said. "So... Is it about Grover?"

He glanced at me. "No."

"Aha! So you are upset about something!"

"No, all I said was that I wasn't upset about Gro-" He covered his mouth with his hand while I laughed.

"Is it about Poseidon?"

"No."

"Oh, I know what it is now. It's Annabeth, isn't it?" He said nothing. "I knew it! So, tell me what happened."

"I don't even know. All I did was suggest that she put down her sketchpad and hang out with me for a little bit, and she gets all offended." Well, that explains it.

"That was a really bad idea, Percy. You know how Annabeth is about her architecture."

He sighed. "I know. So what happened to you?" He gestured towards my clothes.

"The Aphrodite cabin."

"Ah," he said knowingly.

We sat there for a long time, him listening to his iPod, and me reading my book, when we started to hear footsteps outside our cabin. Time for the sing-along.

It wasn't that bad, actually. I just went there, mouthed the words, roasted marshmallows, and then went to the Aphrodite cabin. The girl handed me my clothes back, and went back to putting on moisturizer. From there I went back to my cabin and took a shower, then put on my pajama shorts and a baggy T-shirt. Percy came in and turned off the lights, mumbling an 'ow', as I heard a 'boom'.

"Night, Percy." I fell asleep snickering.

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