Freak || Percy Jackson x OC

One Hundred and Sixty-One: Happy Death Day!

PERCY

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The senior counselors had gathered around the Ping-Pong table. Percy didn't know why, but for some reason, the rec room had become the camp's informal headquarters for war councils. When Annabeth, Chiron, Sen, and Percy came in, though, it looked more like a shouting match.

Clarisse was still in full battle gear. Her electric spear was strapped to her back. (Actually, her second electric spear, since Percy had broken the first one. She called the spear "Maimer." Behind her back, everybody else called it "Lamer.") She had her boar-shaped helmet under one arm and a knife at her belt.

She was in the midst of yelling at Michael Yew, the new head counselor for Apollo, which looked kind of funny since Clarisse was a foot taller. Michael had taken over the Apollo cabin after Lee Fletcher died in battle last summer. Michael stood four feet six, with another two feet of attitude. He reminded Percy of a ferret, with a pointy nose and scrunched-up features- either because he scowled so much or because he spent too much time looking down the shaft of an arrow.

"It's our loot!" He yelled, standing on his tiptoes so he could get in Clarisse's face. "If you don't like it, you can kiss my quiver!"

Around the table, people were trying not to laugh- the Stoll brothers, Pollux and Castor, the twins from the Dionysus cabin, Katie Gardner from Demeter. Even Jake Mason, the hastily appointed new counselor from Hephaestus, managed a faint smile. Only Silena Beauregard didn't pay any attention. She sat beside Clarisse and stared vacantly at the Ping-Pong net. Her eyes were red and puffy. A cup of hot chocolate sat untouched in front of her. It seemed unfair that she had to be here. Percy couldn't believe Clarisse and Michael standing over her, arguing about something as stupid as loot, when she'd just lost Beckendorf.

Even Sen was irritated, and usually, she was a voice of reason. "Hey, jackasses!" She tossed her crutch and it bounced harmlessly off of Clarisse's armor, but it caught everyone's attention. The force of throwing it had made her tired, and Percy steadied her and took on the yelling part of things.

"What the hell are you guys doing?!"

Clarisse glowered at Percy. "Tell Michael not to be a selfish jerk."

"Oh, that's perfect, coming from you." Michael said.

"The only reason I'm here is to support Silena!" Clarisse shouted. "Otherwise I'd be back in my cabin."

Sen broke away from Percy and marched to the other side of the table. The Stoll's immediately got a betting pool ready as Sen slapped Clarisse and Michael. "Are you two crazy?!" She slapped Clarisse again, so Percy figured Clarisse was the bigger offender here. Michael rushed a few feet away, holding his cheek as Sen stared at Clarisse like they were about to fight. "We just lost Beckendorf, we need to read the Great Prophecy, and we have a goddamn attack on Olympus at hand, and you're crying about that shit still?!" She slapped Clarisse again and Percy started to get seriously worried. "GROW UP!"

Sen collapsed into a chair, breathing heavily. Travis and Connor were whispering to get the bets going, and Silena passed her hot chocolate to Sen, who chugged the whole thing at once and looked a little bit better. Clarisse's cheeks were bright red, but she didn't really do anything.