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Veronica Westcourt didn't like Camp Half-Blood. She didn't like the fact that she hadn't...
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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1: 𝓐 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓽 𝓪 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
Veronica Westcourt, despite not forming many connections with them, knew and liked many people. She herself was likable once you got past the apathetic behavior she tended to show. She liked her friends, and bonded every so often with others. In other words, Veronica Westcourt got along with many people.
Perseus Jackson was not one of those people.
Veronica didn't know what it was, but something bout Percy made him unlikable in her eyes. He just seemed too flawless, too perfect. No matter what it was he did, it was right. When he managed to go to the Underworld, get out, beat Ares, and return Zeus' master bolt to him within a day (which all happened after getting trapped in the lair of the lotus eaters). When he deliberately disobeyed authority to sneak on quests and help retrieve the Golden Fleece and save the camp, even that ultimately revived Thalia, daughter of Zeus. Veronica didn't like how everything Percy did, even when he was told to not do it, resulted in positive consequences.
She realized she was jealous of his glory, not that she cared to show it. Knowing that smug little bastard, he'd probably brag about it. Stupid Percy Jackson, she thought to herself.
All that being said, Veronica wasn't expecting Thalia Grace to ask her if she could join her and a few other half-bloods in helping Grover Underwood, a satyr that apparently sent out an emergency call. She'd been planning to spend the winter break beating her father at card games and being spoiled rotten, much like when she messed with Tantalus all the time the previous summer.
But the idea of glory got to her. If she could help out with this little mission, she could get some credit with the other campers. Maybe a bit more popularity would be good for her ego.
So she agreed to the mission. Which was why she was now waiting outside the military boarding school known as Westover Hall. In the dead of winter, mid-December, she stood outside the school filing her nails. She was bored. She looked up, seeing how evil Westover Hall really looked. It was black stone, with towers as dark and mysterious as a night sky with no stars. It had a large set of wooden double doors, and stood on cliff looking over a big frosty forest on one side and the gray churning ocean on the other.
A car pulled up behind her. The door opened, and she could hear voices. "Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" a gentle womanly voice asked. Veronica turned to see Thalia, Annabeth Chase, a know-it-all daughter of Athena, and...
Percy fucking Jackson.
Veronica's eyes widened as she realized Thalia never told her who the other two half-bloods were. She'd been duped as far as she was concerned.
"No, thanks, Mom," Percy said. "I don't know how long it will take. We'll be okay."
Percy's mom, Ms. Jackson, frowned. "But how will you get back? I'm worried, Percy."
