A/N I thought I should clear this up, so there is NO Percabeth in this story. I am going back on what I said earlier, and am going to do Perisse. Thank you for your enthusiasm, and I present *drum roll* Chapter 2. READ ON!

Percy POV

After my friends finished assaulting me with questions, Will said I was free to go. Kind of made me sound like a prisoner don't you think? Any way, when I was let out it was nearly dinner time, so we all filed in to dinner. I pulled a Thalia, and had a huge cheeseburger and fries, with a blue coke. I wolfed it down, and was done in about four or five seconds. When I was done, there was silence. I looked around and saw everyone looking at me shell shocked. "What?" I snapped. Everyone turned back to their tables and continued eating and talking. I was still hungry, so I summoned a huge, 4 or 5 pound steak (A/N magic plates remember people, and for those that use the metric system, that's 1.81-2.7kg) and gobbled that down to. When I had satisfied my hunger, I leant back on my chair. Remember how we are venerable to silver? Turns out the cutlery is silver. I found that out when my hand brushed up against my knife. I let out a hiss of pain, and clutched my hand. I noticed everyone looking at me, and growled an inhuman growl. Still clutching my hand, I sprinted out of the pavilion.

Clarisse POV

I was stunned at Percy's appetite. I knew werewolves at a lot, but HOLY SHIT! That was excessive. I was about to point it out when two things happened: 1) I realised I was the only one that knew. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest that I've never felt before when I realised that. And 2) Percy hissed in pain. I didn't know what it was, then I saw the cutlery under his hand. Of course. Silver. I was brought out of my thoughts when Percy growled, then just, disappeared. Everyone gasped, but I saw him sprinting towards the woods. Worried and not giving a shit about the questioning glances thrown my way, I followed.

I sprinted through the under growth, following his trail of destruction. When I at last caught up, we were in a clearing, with Percy doubled over in pain.

"Percy?" I asked. He looked at me with pain filled eyes. That silver must really hurt.

"Make it stop." He pleaded. I looked at him, nodded and went and gathered some herbs. I mashed it up into a pulp, and rubbed it into his wound. His veins were black, and his was skin green. As soon as I applied it, the colour started leaving, but he hissed and thrashed. "PERCY! STOP!" I yelled, but to no avail. So I did the only thing I could. I kissed him. He stopped in bewilderment, and in his moment of surprise, I hit his temple, knocking him unconscious. "I'm sorry Percy." I murmured. I finished applying the pulp, and noticed it was nearly nightfall. So I could either drag him back to his cabin, or sleep out here.

Fuck it, were sleeping out here. So I curled up in a ball, with my head on Percy's chest, and fell asleep.

Percy POV

I woke with a weight on my chest. When I looked down, I had to do a double take. Clarisse was sleeping on my chest, with her arms around my waist. Now, I have always wanted to wake up and find a pretty girl with me, but I didn't expect it to actually happen. Im pretty sure my face was beet red, and to make matters worse, she decided to partially wake up then. I tried moving out of her grip, but she tightened her grip and murmured into my chest "Stop moving. I'm comfy." Then she seemed to realise what the fuck was going on, because she opened her eyes. When she saw what she was cuddling, she immediately let go and scrambled away, her face even redder than mine, though she was embarrassed rather than mad, which is usually why she was red.

A/N. So, what did you all think? Please review!