Chapter 2: Percy

As I woke up, I could smell the ocean. My brain first registered being in a beach side resort or even my house, but then I jumped with realization. My cousin Jason and I had gotten kicked out of our hotel because I popped the waterbed with a butter knife. Don't even ask. It's a long, painful story.

Then, no other hotel would take us.

So we had slept in the sand, trying to stay as far away from a guy that I have dubbed Homeless Joe, who was now laying right next to me. Great.

"Boy, are you Percy Jackson?" Homeless Joe asked. I stared at him for a few seconds, then screamed.

"Agh! Jason, get up! The homeless man is on to us!"

Jason tried to swat at me, mumbling about monkeys in diapers and Hawaiian skirts. When he's like this, it's hard to wake him. So instead, I began to drag him down the beach and away from Homeless Joe.

"Percy, what the hell?! Let go of me!" Jason yelled as I pulled. I looked back to see Joe limping after us. I couldn't imagine what the freak could want with us. Most of our fan base were women, teenage girls, and the occasional homosexual man. Unless Homeless Joe was gay, he probably wanted money.

"Dude we are being chased by a crazy gay gold digger! If I let go, then you better be sprinting." I DO NOT IN ANYWAY WANT TO OFFEND HOMOSEXUALS. SO SORRY IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE IN ANYWAY.

Jason jumped to his feet and together we ran down the beach to a row of beautiful summer cottages. When I lost sight of Joe, I grabbed a plastic spork out of my pocket from one of the hotels and surprisingly used it to unlock the door. The surprising part was that it didn't work and I had to hit the door handle with a nearby brick a few times before it gave way.

"Inside," I hissed at Jason. We both walked in quickly to see a very modern kitchen. I checked the cabinets to see that there was no food, indicating the house was vacant. With a deep sigh of relief, I took off towards the living area.

"Percy, we should not be in here!"

"Lighten up, Jason. No one is ever going to know."

"Yeah sure they won't. Not until they see the broken door handle and your muddy foot prints on the floor!"

I glanced back to see he was right. A mix of sand and mud paved the floor in the shape of Jordan shoes. I ran a hand through my dark hair.

"I'll clean it up later. Just sit down and relax. Nothing is going to go wrong."

Just as I finished my sentence, the front door opened and two gorgeous girls walked in, laughing at something rather funny. One had chocolate hair and tanned skin, the other a blonde with princess curls and a lighter complexion. As soon as they walked in the room the blonde screamed. Guess I spoke too soon.

"Get the hell out of my house! I will call the damn authorities! Look at my floor. Do you see that marble? I am calling the cops!"

Just as the blonde reached for her cell phone, I grabbed the closest blunt object I could find. That just so happened to be a wooden plaque that read, "When Destiny Forgets to Tie People with a Blood Relation, he makes up for it with Friendship". The girl hit her beloved floor, blood oozing from her head. It was the brunette's turn to shriek.

"Oh my gosh," she said, shaking her. "Annabeth? Can you hear me? Annabeth?!"

Jason turned to me with a wild look. "You killed her. Excuse my profanity, but you f* k'n killed her, Perce! We are going to go to jail for life! I am now an accomplice of homicide. Is this what you wanted? Going to jail and dragging your good old cousin down with you?"

I got down on the ground, trying to remain calm. I placed three fingers to her neck, then to her wrist. Thank any god out there listening for her having a pulse. Suddenly what I didn't remember of my three weeks of boy scouts training in what my mom told me was third grade kicked in and I grabbed a towel from the kitchen quickly.

"Apply pressure to the injury," I told the girl's friend, who was weeping. I gave her the cloth and she nodded.

I turned to Jason, who still looked as if he were inwardly freaking out. "I need you to go retrieve some toilet paper for me. A whole roll. Bring it back with some adhesive to hold it and antibiotic ointment. Also get some soap, water, and two fresh cloths. Can you do that for me?"

Jason ran off, breathing deeply as if to control his blood pressure. I kneeled next to the brunette.

"Hi, I'm Percy. Sorry about hitting your friend with that board. It' s a reflex. What's your name?"

The other girl sniffled and I cringed. I hated to see people cry. Usually everything is just fun and games, but when people cry, you have dearly crossed the line between chill to cruel. I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, look. I'm really sorry about all of this. Its just that my cousin and I have been kicked out of our hotel and have nowhere else to stay and this homeless man on the beach was chasing us and your house was the closest so... yeah. We kind of broke in to get away from him. I planned on staying like ten minutes then cleaning your floor. Then we would have left. But I panicked when you two walked in and kept throwing around "cops". I am way to young to go to jail and I will do anything to straighten all of this up. So tell me. What's your name?"

She wiped away her tears with her free hand. "I'm Piper and I sure as hell know who you are Percy Jackson."

"So you're a fan?" I asked, my voice brimmed with hope.

"The exact opposite. My friend, Annabeth here, and I hate you're band."

For the sake of my life why do the Fates hate me so badly?

"Please don't call the cops?"

Piper laughed. "As long as Annabeth is okay in the long run, then yeah. I won't call them. You may have hit my best friend over the head with one of my birthday presents from last year, but since you didn't make a run for and stuck around to help her, then I think we will be fine."

"My gods you are an angel." She laughed again.

"I may be an angel, but Annabeth is satan. You guys are safe till she wakes up. But then, I would run if I were you. She won't cut you any slack. I am doing this out of love for human kind. She hates you with a burning passion. You can stay the night because of your situation, but be warned. When her eyes are open, the Hunger Games shall begin."

I gulped loudly. Thanks, ADHD. You just got me into a hell lot of trouble.

I DON'T MEAN IN ANY WAY TO INSULT HOMOSEXUALS IN THIS CHAPTER.

Been working on this for a while now. Sorry for the later than late update, but hey guys its me.

On another note, my volleyball season is over! Now I am only involved in school and my school's musical. Other than that, I am a bird sailing high. Ooh! And my school is electing it's student for next year right now. Since I will be an eighth grader next year, I can run for president or vice president. I am running for vice, which was the only one in the primary election, with three other candidates. After primary elections, I was bumped into the final two. Yay! Vote for me!

Anyway, I will update as soon as a possibly can. Love you guys SOOOOO much! See you later. Review yo thoughts!

P.S. I won't kill you guest person. That's your own opinion. This is way different than the original for comparisons mostly on my writing for me. I have changed a lot in the past two years since starting the first one. The story is bound to change too, for better or worse. If you don't want me to continue, I won't.