chapter 3

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[act two; chapter three     -     ?]











    Andromeda was keeping Annabeth and Percy company, sitting with them as they attempted to create plans for their chariot. The two constantly bickered back and forth like siblings, the elder girl trying her best to block them out as the ever-constant ringing in her ears returned full force. Eventually, when she grew tired of the fighting, she slid her headphones over her ears and allowed her focus to linger on the book in her hands.

    It was only when things began to get louder, did she pull her headphones off and put her book down.

    "You're treating him like he's this horrible thing," Percy said angrily. "He saved my life."

    It didn't take her more than that to know what they were discussing, or rather who.

    Annabeth threw down her pencil and stood. "Then maybe you should design a chariot with him."

    "Maybe I should."

    "Fine!"

    "Fine!"

    She stormed off, then, leaving Andromeda alone with a fuming Percy, his face red and brows furrowed in what she knew was anger and annoyance.

    She turned towards him with her own brows pulled tightly together, the boy having to hide his laugh at the perplexed expression on her face.

    "What just happened?" She asked.

    "She doesn't like Tyson."

    "Oh."

    "You don't either...do you?"

    "I—I'm biased I guess. I mean, Annie is too but that's not my story to tell."

    "You've got a story then?"

    "Yeah. You know how my mom died when I was four, right?"

    He nodded with a hum.

    "She was killed by a cyclops."

    "Oh."

    "Yeah. But—I'll try. I'll try, I promise."

    "Thanks, Lea."






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