Grover's POV
Camp Jupiter
I can smell the enchiladas from right outside the cafeteria. I was supposed to meet Percy and Annabeth here at noon, but they're late as usual and I'm starving. And those enchiladas smell really delicious!
The lunch ladies were surprisingly friendly and gave me tons of enchiladas. They even gave me a soda in a tin can. It was really strange, especially since satyrs aren't really appreciated here. Maybe it's because I'm a student? I finally saw Percy and Annabeth come in. I wave and head to an empty table right across from the drink stand.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going, punk? That's my table and I don't want some nasty faun sitting at it!" yelled a tall brunette.
"I'm, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'll find a new table," I say trying to avoid an argument as Percy and Annabeth arrive with their trays.
"What's going on here, Jessica?" Annabeth asked.
"This punk stole our table!" she shouted.
"This punk is Grover and he's my friend," Percy responds angrily.
"Ugh whatever! He's a nasty faun and I refuse to sit with him!" exclaimed Jessica as she yanked Annabeth by the arm and dragged her to another table.
"Well, I guess that's that then," I sighed.
"What? NO! That's crazy. This will be continued. especially since she called you a faun. Clearly you're a satyr, Grover. " fumed Percy.
"Okay," I sigh as I begin to eat my enchiladas.