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Once we were out of earshot I decided Percy needed a talking to.
"Jackson, you have to do better than that."
"What?" he asked indignantly.
I rolled my eyes impatiently, "I can't believe I thought you were the one."
"What's your problem?" he asked angrily. "All I know is, I kill some bull guy-"
That did it! He was so unappreciative. Part of me felt sorry for him, after all he just lost his mom and found out Greek gods exist. I ignored that part.
"Don't talk like that!" I hissed. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"
"To get killed?"
"To fight the Minotaur! What do think we train for?"
Percy didn't understand the whole endless life cycle of a monster so I had to invest quite a few minutes on that topic trying to get it through his thick skull. Then I had to help him understand the whole cabin situation thing. Turns out he hadn't even figured out what he was! I told him to put all the pieces together. First of all plenty bad things happened to him, he was dyslexic, he was ADHD, and he could drink the food of the gods. I didn't know how much more evidence he needed.
I thought I was finally getting through to him when I heard Clarisse's husky voice, "Well! A newbie!"
"Clarisse," Annabeth sighed without much enthusiasm. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"
"Sure, Miss Princess," said Clarisse," So I can run you through with it Friday night."
That stupid blonde reference, as if I am a daughter of Athena. "Erre es korakas! You don't stand a chance."
"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse said, her eyes then fell upon Percy. "Who's this little runt?"
"Percy Jackson," Annabeth said, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Are."
Percy looked surprised. "Like… the war god?"
Clarisse sneered, "You got a problem with that?"
"No, it explains the bad smell." Red alert! Red alert! Clarisse's eyes were literally glowing with anger. She glowered (it's a word) at Percy. Only certain people can get away with ticking Clarisse of unharmed (me included).
"We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy."
"Percy."
"Whatever. Come on, I'll show you."
"Clarisse-," I warned.
"Stay out of it, wise girl."
I didn't know what to do this seemed like a lost cause, considering there were four Ares girls here and only one of me and a Percy.
Clarisse started dragging Percy toward the girl's bathroom. Once he realized where they were going he started kicking and punching, but Clarisse had him in an iron grip.
I trailed behind them into the bathroom, where Clarisse was preparing to give Percy a swirly.
All of Clarisse's friends were laughing and Percy was stilled trying to fight Clarisse's hands. "Like he's Big Three material. Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so stupid looking."
All of the sudden the toilet shot out water, pushing Clarisse away. Her friends tried to help her when the other five toilets exploded and along with help of the showerheads, they went flying out the door.
I just stood there, drenched in the corner. "No way," I thought. Percy was completed dry. My mind was spinning and the gears were turning.
A small crowd had gathered outside to stare at Clarisse and her friends.
"You are dead new boy. You are totally dead," she spat.
Percy just had to push it further, "You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth."
Her friends had to drag Clarisse away to keep her from flaying Percy alive.
I stared at Percy. The Ares campers would want revenge on Percy, they just handed me the perfect weapon for capture the flag.
"What? What are you thinking?" Percy demanded.
"I'm thinking," she said, "that I want you on my team for capture the flag."