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Chapter Eight
A Bit of Spraying
Percy POV
Annabeth hadn't said anything on the drive back to Palm Cove. I glanced away from the road and studied her face, trying to untangle her expression. But her gray eyes had remained, as always, unreadable. Mostly she just faced away from me, eyes fixed on the cliffside we were driving past instead of the ocean.
I pulled into Palm Cove's VIP parking space and killed the engine. Annabeth was still facing away. She almost looked like she was sleeping.
"Um, you're welcome, I guess," I told her, yanking the keys out of the ignition.
"For what?" She glared at me, looking like I had just punched her grandmother. (A/N: hehe, who remembers that line?)
I was stunned by the sudden venom in her voice. "You know, for defending you against those…fans."
"You mean embarrassing me? I can take care of myself, you know! I'm not a little girl who needs to be stuck up for by some equally stuck-up swimmer! All you've done is shown the world that I need a stupid…guy to fight my battles."
I had been expecting a reaction completely the opposite of what she had just shown. "No, I was defending you!" I said, fighting to keep my voice level. What was her problem?
"Well, I don't need to be defended!" She threw open the door and stomped out.
I just sat back and stared out the windshield in disbelief and anger. Something was seriously wrong with that girl. I was just trying to help and she snaps at me? Fine, two can play that game. I flung the door shut and headed back into the resort, simmering. She's being a bitch.
I was heading up the stairs of the Royal Palm I when I realized that Annabeth was the only one who'd brought her room key on our "date". I tried the lock experimentally. It stuck. Annabeth had locked me out.
I gave the door a swift kick. It barely shuddered but my foot screamed with pain. Cursing, I held it and dropped into the nearest chair.
"Annabeth, get over your drama spell and open the damn door!" I yelled at the window.
I heard a muffled "Go away!" and groaned.
Heels clacked on the porch stairs and I was hit by a wave of sweet perfume. Silena beamed at me. "Hey, Percy! So, I take it, you're back from your date! How was it?"
"Great." I glared at the perky brunette.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Silena chirped, not picking up on my sarcasm. "It's hot out, why aren't you inside?"
"I don't have my room key," I told her. No need for her to get upset. And it isn't a lie, exactly, more like…half the truth.
Silena knocked delicately on the door. "Open the door, Annie, it's me."
"Is the seaweed brain there?"
Silena's blue eyes narrowed. "Open the door."
Something in her voice, musical but now cold like frost-covered flowers, made the door fly open. Annabeth spotted me and started to close the door, but Silena stuck her Louboutin heel in the crack. "So, how was your date?"
That simple phrase caused Annabeth and me to start yelling at the top of our lungs. Silena sighed, pulled something out of her purse, and sprayed us with something sickly sweet and choking. I gasped to a halt, coughing for air. Annabeth's eyes were screwed up and she was holding her chest, gagging. I would have probably started laughing, if I had air to laugh. "What—in the name of the gods'—is that?" Annabeth gasped.
"Chanel No. 5. Wonderful stuff, isn't it?" Beaming, Silena stuck the bottle back in her purse.
That seemed incomplete somehow. Oh whale. Remember, ten reviews! Okay, bye!
