Chapter 1: A Challenge

It was a beautiful Tuesday at Camp Half-Blood. The sky was blue, as usual, and all campers were congregated in the mess hall for lunch.

Leo suddenly walked up to Percy, on the urge that the narrator had given him. He produced a scroll and brandished it in front of Percy's face.

"By non-royal, suburban degree of the writer," he proclaimed in an affected accent sparking with sassiness, "I, Leo Valdez of Houston, Texas, challenge thee, Perseus Jackson of New York, New York to a contest that shall decide which of us, the two most beloved by fangirls, is the sassiest. The aforementioned contest will take place in a day's time at noon in the amphitheatre. The whole camp may attend if they wish."

"Um… okay," Percy replied. "But… uh… what exactly do you mean?"

"Percy, the gist of it is that this "writer" person thinks that we are equally sassy and need to compete to see who is the sassiest," Leo sighed.

"Oh, I think it's obvious that I am the sassiest. I mean-" he stopped short, apparently listening to something. "What's that?" He turned to Leo. "According to "the writer," the fangirls call me Persassy. Well, there you have it Leo, I am THE SASSIEST OF THEM ALL!"

"Aquaman, no one can compete with yours truly, the Super-sized McShizzle. Bro, I am the emperor of snarkiness, the prince of sarcasm, THE KING OF SASSY!"

Annabeth noticed the commotion from her seat and stalked up to the two boys.

"Guys, what's going on?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "Is there something I should know about?"

"Well… um…" Percy shifted, glancing at Leo. "There's this "Writer" person who thinks that me and Leo-"

"Leo and I," Annabeth corrected with a smirk.

"Leo and I need to have a competition to decide who is the sassiest. Which is obviously me, right Annabeth?" he replied.

"I've heard about these "Writer" people. They write about make-believe situations that feature us. So really, all of this is just a dream in their mind…" she trailed off.

"But Annabeth, you're gonna help us get this organized, right?" Leo asked.

"Maybe. But I think we should notify everyone, don't you? And maybe the rest of the Seven could join us. I'm sure we'd all enjoy sassing each other."

"But Jason and Frank and Hazel and Piper are all in New Rome!" Leo whined. "How are they gonna make it here in time?"

"Simple. We move the date back a bit. Does three days from now work?"

"Sure, Annabeth. I guess everyone can be in it. But how do we decide a winner?" Percy asked.

"Leave that to me," Annabeth smirked. "Now I'm going to go IM all of the people in New Rome. Maybe Reyna will come, too." She planted a kiss on Percy's cheek and walked away.

Wassup Line Break

"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, show me Jason at Camp Jupiter," Annabeth said, tossing a drachma into the mist. Jason shimmered into existence. He was discussing plans for a new temple with two Roman builders, with his back to her.

"Hey Jason," she alerted him to her presence.

He jumped and turned around, reaching for his weapon, but relaxed when he saw it was just Annabeth.

"Annabeth! Has something happened? Everyone's okay, right?" Jason questioned her.

"Everyone is fine," she replied. "But Percy and Leo have this weird idea that they need to decide who is sassier. I think that a Writer did this to them. We can't change their minds, so we have to humor them. I was wondering if you- and all of the Seven, really- wanted to participate. If you come, it'll be on Saturday at noon. Are you going to come?"

"Um… sure, I guess. But I need to arrange transportation for all of us. And we need time to prepare!" he said, worried.

"Don't worry, Jason. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time. So Saturday, amphitheatre, noon?"

"Okay. I'll IM you when we're leaving."

"Alright. Sounds good, Jason. I'll see you then!" Annabeth smiled and swiped her hand through the mist. She walked back to the tables, already brainstorming sassy lines.

A/N: How was it? Did you like it? Tell me in a review! This was a revised version, as the first one came out in weird code. Anyway, happy holidays!