IX- Hazel

Say what?

Hazel stared at Ms. Princess-Panties in shock as the world seemed to stop spinning and it froze in time.

She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, and she could feel her body beginning to shake in fear and rage. It was more fear than rage.

First the wolves, then the teasing which hurt like heck, next the intruders, after that the Latino boy that had made Hazel look like an idiot (He was definitely going to get revenge on that) and now this? Wow, her life sucked.

Hazel glanced at Percy, who looked pained.

She thought, this is your fault, Percy Jackson, you stupid son of Neptune. You are the biggest jerk I've ever met.

"I can't believe you," she muttered under her breath, then turned back to the Greeks, trying to get control of herself.

After she stopped shaking, Hazel told them sharply, "You better get on with it; 'cause you ain't staying here for long, you Greeks."

Then Lupa stepped forward, and Hazel held back making her eyes grow wide in fear. Since the wolves, she'd kept a distance from any wolf. They'd made her think about the pain of nearly dying, and it hurt- really badly. It was sickening to think about that day.

And that's why I hate you, Percy Jackson. Hazel thought bitterly. You made my life suck, you big jerk-face.

Then she remembered Holly-

No- don't think about Holly! No Holly! No Holly! Get that out of your head, Hazel! NO HOLLY! NO HOLLY! ABSOLUTELY NO FREAKING HOLLY! Hazel thought wildly, her conscience whacking at her brain.

Come with me, demigods. The she-wolf told the Greeks. We must talk- now.

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Hazel glared at Ms. Princess-Panties- who had said to call her Annabeth, but would Hazel call her that? Of course not- angrily.

Good thing Hazel had her dagger with her. Ms. Princess-Panties was going to wake up with her head on a plaque saying: Here is the head of Ms. Princess-Panties-Greek-Wimp. Karma, bitch.

The Native American girl- whose name was Piper, and a daughter of Venus (Aphrodite, whatever). Oh, this time was going to suck- was enjoying some water like nothing was wrong.

Jason was staring at his hands awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with Hazel. That little…

Percy was sitting next to Ms. Princess-Panties, lips rolled back into his mouth, looking at everyone at the table in interest- except for Hazel.

You better look away, Jackson! Hazel thought with an extreme amount of bitterness. You might have a plaque too- along with your girlfriend!

Frank was just sitting there, looking nervous. He had a reason to look nervous- if anyone said anything stupid, Hazel was going to explode like a water balloon.

Then the Latino boy- Leo Valdez, son of Vulcan/Hephaestus (So damn cute, but still was getting to get a plate of revenge with misery on the side for making Hazel look like an idiot) - was fiddling with a piece of wire.

So cute… Oh my gods, I might die of cuteness! Hazel thought like a screaming Justin Bieber-fan. Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods, oh-my-freaking-gods!

Hazel avoided screaming at all costs. She would sound crazy, and that wouldn't be good. And she didn't want to look crazy in front of Leo Valdez.

That-would-ruin-her-life-forever. For-ev-er.

Well, Cupid really hit me in the butt this time! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Hazel thought hysterically. Curse you, Cupid and Venus! Ha-ha!

Hazel fiddled with her hands that were now shaking as if she were on a sugar high. She really needed to keep her cool. She didn't want to sound off her rocker. Nope, no way, not in her agenda. No being "Oh-my-gods-she-lost-her-marbles". No, no, no.

Lupa then appeared in the room, pride glowing in her eyes.

Hazel's unusual fidgeting died, and she watched the wolf goddess take a seat at the end of the table, casting a huge shadow over it.

"Have you ever considered- OW!" Leo held his knee, looking at Piper accusingly. Her kalidescope eyes sent daggers at him, strongly resembling Hazel herself during training.

I understand it has been a long journey from your camp, demigods. And I would like to welcome you to Legion Camp, and I hope you have a good stay here for the last twenty-four hours.

Frank sat forward. "Whoa, you mean they're staying for only a day?"

Yes, and you and Hazel are going with them.

Hazel broke into a coughing fit as Frank's eyes went as big as dinner platters, his face a pasty white that reminded Hazel of glue very well.

"You mean- chm!- that we're going with them?" Hazel asked Lupa incredulously. "Oh my gods, you've got to be- chm!- kidding me! We can't be cooperating- chm!- with them! By noon tomorrow- chm! Chm! Chm! Chm!- each of our heads are going to be on freaking- chm!- plaques! You can't be serious!"

"I really can't take you seriously with your coughing!" Annabeth snapped at Hazel.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to accept that I'm not just a serious person." Hazel snapped back in a sing-songy way.

"Ooooh…" Leo muttered under his breath, then wailed, "OW! PIPER, QUIT IT; MY KNEE IS STARTING TO BRUISE UP! It might be broken…"

"I'm not working with this whiny-baby over here!" Frank cried dubiously, pointing to Leo.

"Did you build a trieme in six months?" Leo demanded angrily. "No, so you better shut up!"

"See?" Hazel cried. "We'll lose our voices before we can shout, Eat my shorts!"
"That's disturbing," Leo interrupted with a crinkled nose.
"Oh, put a sock in it."
"That's more gross."

Then we'll be defeated by Terra- Gaea for the Greeks- and her giants, if you seven can't cooperate well enough.

Hazel and Frank's shouting died immediately as their eyes went wider than a Frisbee.

"What?" Frank and Hazel asked in shock.
"Terra?" Frank shrieked.
"Giants? Oh, we are so screwed!"

"Well, only if you guys can pull up your big-kid pants and get a grip." Percy snapped.

Hazel stood and placed her hands on her hips. "Excuse me, Jackson? What did you just tell me? Just to let you know, I'm wearing American Eagle jeans, thank you very much!"

She sharply faced Lupa angrily. "If I have to work with these Greeks, I might as well write my will after I leave this room dramatically!"

With that, Hazel stormed out of the room worse than a venti.