νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 2-12: Tempest has an addiction

THALIA

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"What do you mean?" I beckoned. "What happened to Phoebe?"

"Those stupid boys!" Zoe hissed, like 'boys' was the worst possible word she could think of. "They laced that shirt with centaur blood! Everyone knows how horribly acidic that is!"

Tempest laughed. "I can't believe you fell for that!"

"You knew?"

"I didn't know exactly, but I knew they were up to something," Tempest said, still snickering. "They're sons of Hermes, you fool. You thought they were giving her that shirt out of- of... what? The 'goodness of their hearts'?" Tempest cackled, making air quotes.

Zoe growled, "Get ready for the quest, Tempest."

"I am ready."

Zoe looked horrified. "You're going in that?"

Tempest was wearing a white halter top, a baggy yellow windbreaker, and baggy black sweats that I'm pretty sure were supposed to be for a man. Her hair was pulled into a spiky black ponytail, and she had a beige satchel at her side. Her hands were shoved in her pockets and her posture was stooped, as it usually was. I didn't see the total problem with her clothes. I mean, sure, it didn't look as practical as stupid Zoe's parka and magical backpack and stuff, but I felt like Tempest had everything she needed.

"What's the problem?" Tempest asked with a shrug.

Zoe tilted her chin up. "I can see thy nipples through thy shirt."

"Do my nipples bother thee?"

Grover strolled up, a happy smile on his face. "Okay! I'm ready!"

"You only took three hours," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

Grover pouted. "I had to make sure I had my disguise and my acorns!"

Ah, satyrs.

"Why aren't you bringing a replacement Hunter?" Tempest suddenly asked.

"I refuse to risk another one," said Zoe.

I frowned. "That's going against the prophecy, Zoe."

"I can't do it. I will not lose another Hunter on this quest."

I rolled my eyes, realizing we were pretty much fucked because stupid Zoe thinks she's the goddess of fate and controlling prophecies. We said our goodbyes to Chiron, who gave us the keys to one of the vans the camp had. Zoe ended up driving.

"I call shotgun," said Tempest.

"No, Bianca gets shotgun," Zoe said. "Campers in the back."

"I'm the tallest. I need the leg room," Tempest argued.

I stared at her. "It's a van. It has enough room for people to conceive children in there."

"You seem like you were conceived in a van," Tempest told me as we climbed in the back.

"And you see like you were conceived behind the dumpster at Arby's," I told her.