*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺A Satyrs Scream༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ~ A grovercy fanfic

₊˚⊹⋆ Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart.⋆ ₊˚⊹

Note: The title has absolutely nothing to do with this chapter, I waz just listening to it when I waz making this, and also- 

Grover angst! (I love making grovercy fans cry😈😈😈)

So I don't blame you, 

if you want to, 

bury me in your memory. 

I'm not the girl I ought to be. 

(Okay! maybe it relates to this chapter a BUNCH!)  feeling sad so I have to make the twinks sad too! It's only fair!

Guys Grover is cannonly a Mitski stan!! I put a buncha references in here! if you get them all you get a taco (no clickbait)

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( Grover's POV)

As Percy gets closer, I can feel myself getting more anxious.

You'd think I'd be relieved. 

But my mind keeps darting back to what happened before I left.

I was so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. STUPID!!!

Percy could never like me. I know that. So. Why did I even do that in the first place?? Nobody has ever liked me, so I don't know why I thought he would.

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I hope he forgot. 

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I know he hasn't forgotten.

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I remember that moment so clearly. It had been like someone had taken control of my body. It was probably in the heat of the moment. 

I lay as I study a blank wall.

I hope he hasn't told anyone about it.

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At least my first kiss won't be the cyclops! 

I keep trying to think of something else. ANYTHING else. But my mind goes blank.

I'll-

wait, is that-

CLARISSE?!

I spot her being dragged in by Polyphemus. 

"Polyphemus will eat you as mango chutney!" I hear the cyclops' voice.

"Buzz off you narc!!" She answers. Is she an idiot?! Well I mean, no doubt. 

I see Polyphemus stomping towards me.

"Honeypie! Should we eat ugly girl now, or for wedding feast?" He asks.

I see Clarisse about to burst out laughing.

"yeah, 'Honeypie'." Clarisse chuckles. "What'll it be?" Can't she see that her life is in my hands now?

"Hmm... I'm really not sure.. " I say, staring directly at Clarisse, who has now turned pale. 

"WHAT?! SAY NO!!" Clarisse shrieks. I obviously had no intention of agreeing, I just wanted to mess with her.

"Perhaps we should wait." I tell Polyphemus.

He looks sad. "Okayy..."

Clarisse looks relieved as he sets her down, but she was still tied up. As soon as Polyphemus left, I began questioning Clarisse.

"So why are you here? Have you come to rescue me?" I say sarcastically and batting my eyelashes. "My dream prince!" 

She rolls her eyes. "No, that's Percy, I'm guessing." She grins and my face reddens.