νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 4-6: Boy call n

TEMPEST

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boy

boy wya

boy call

boy call me

call now

boy call n

BOY

BOY YOU BIETHC

"He's not picking up," I said after my tenth failed call. "It's not even going through. It's either off, dead, or destroyed, and if he destroyed the fucking phone I bought him-"

"Where could he be?" Annabeth said, cutting me off. "We already checked all over the camp, and the nature spirits haven't seen him-"

"Maybe he went home," Jake Mason proposed, scratching his head. "Maybe he wanted to see his mom."

"Maybe he went on that vacation," I shrugged. Deadshot had invited Percy to a vacation in... The Bahamas? Jamaica? Whatever, some tropical beach place. He told her he'd "think about it", then never called her back, 'cause he's a total lady killer in that way. Maybe now he'd gotten back to her... No, that's not right.

I shook my head. "No, never mind. He wouldn't just dip."

Travis frowned. "The dude just got told he's gonna die. Maybe he wants to go to Sandals Paradise Island before that happens!"

"The don't allow kids there," I said.

Connor's jaw dropped. "Holy shit, you've gone before?"

"This isn't important!" Annabeth yelled.

"Are the tits really as big as they-"

"TRAVIS, SHUT UP!" Annabeth shouted. Behind her back, I put my hands over my chest as though I were cupping large tits and nodded aggressively. "We have to find Percy. He's turning sixteen in two days, guys!"

"Thank you for telling us the date," I said.

She glared at me. "Tempest-"

I waved her off. "Look, I'll keep trying to reach him. I hesitate to ask Sally though, since if she gets the feeling he's missing, she'll go ballistic."

Michael blinked. "You have her number?"

"She was my pretend-mommy for a year, Mike. Of course I have her number. Now, refresh me when we last saw him?"

"Beckendorf's shroud," said Katie. "He wasn't at dinner, but Travis says he saw Percy go into the woods."

"He was probably visiting Mrs. O'leary," Connor said. "Or Juniper to ask about-"

"He wasn't doing any of that," I growled. "He went to see Nico."

"Nico?" Annabeth asked. "Nico's here?"

"He got here when I did," I said. "I thought he shadow-traveled out of camp, but I guess not. Or... maybe he came back. I dunno." I shrugged the whole thought off. "It's insanely difficult to keep an eye on that little Italian-"