νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 4-4: Hey bestie! GET THE FUCK AWAY-

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After breakfast, Annabeth and I walked down to inspect the cabins. Actually, it was Annabeth's turn for inspection. My morning chore was to sort through reports for Chiron. But since we both hated our jobs,we decided to do them together so it wouldn't be so heinous, and also to rebuild our relationship. The plan was very simple; pretend we aren't horribly in love and want to kiss each other, and pretend we are simply besties that have been estranged for a long long time.

Which, is just the May before we went into the Labyrinth. Street smarts.

We started at the Poseidon cabin, which was basically just Percy. Jackson "made" his bunk bed that morning and straightened the Minotaur horn on the wall. I frowned, gingerly picking up a pair of running shorts off the floor.

"Hey, what are- HEY!" Percy ran into the cabin and snatched the shorts from me. "Don't touch my clothes!"

"This is awful," I said, referring to the lame cleanup job he did. I lifted up the edge of his blanket and looked under the bunk, where I saw a bunch of dirty clothes, an old chestplate, food wrappers- I could go on.

He shoved me away and blushed. "Hey, give me a break. I don't have Tyson cleaning up after me this summer."

"You could... Oh, I dunno... Learn some independence?"

"And you could... Oh, I dunno... Learn some mental stability?"

I pursed my lips, then stuck out my hand. "Well played." He shook it and grinned.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "You're ridiculous."

Percy looked impressed. "You're talking to each other again?"

"When did we stop?" I said mockingly.

Annabeth busied herself with her clipboard. "Two out of five."

"What?!" Jackson yelled. "Not fair! At least I tried."

"Clean it up more by the time we're done," Annabeth reasoned, "and I'll bump you to a three."

"Fine!" He knew better than to argue, so we moved along.

I tried to skim through Chiron's stack of reports as we walked. There were messages from demigods, nature spirits, and satyrs all around the country, writing about the latest monster activity. They were pretty boring, and I don't enjoy boring.

Little battles were raging everywhere. Camp recruitment was down to zero. Satyrs were having trouble finding new demigods and bringing them to Half-Blood Hill because so many monsters were roaming the country. Our friend Thalia, who led the Hunters of Artemis, hadn't been heard from in months, and if Artemis knew what had happened to them, she wasn't sharing information.

We visited the Aphrodite cabin, which of course got a five out of five. The beds were perfectly made. The clothes in everyone's footlockers were color coordinated. Fresh flowers bloomed on the windowsills. I wanted to dock a point because the whole place reeked of designer perfume, but Annabeth ignored me.

"Great job as usual, Silena," Annabeth said.

Silena nodded listlessly. The wall behind her bed was decorated with pictures of Beckendorf. She sat on her bunk with a box of chocolates on her lap, and I remembered that her dad owned a chocolate store in the Village, which was how he'd caught the attention of Aphrodite.