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(a/n: someone please tell me they understand the title 😭😭 )
Percy made it very clear that he was not ecstatic about Tyson moving into the Poseidon cabin.
Every fifteen seconds the cyclops would giggle and say, "Percy is my brother?" like he'd just won the lottery.
Then there were the comments from the other campers. And as much as Percy didn't want to admit it, their words were getting to him.
"He's not my real brother!" he protested whenever Tyson wasn't around. "He's more like a half-brother on the monstrous side of the family. Like...a half-brother twice removed, or something."
Bronte never liked it when he went on those rants. She would always cross her arms over her chest, shaking her head as she walked away.
Percy would yell after her, wanting her to come back, but she never listened.
Annabeth suggested the three of them team up for the chariot race to take their minds off their problems. Even though Bronte didn't have anyone to team up with, she would much rather pair with anyone else than listen to Percy complain.
She was beginning to decline the offer, when Percy stopped her and made the decision for her. Bronte was about to smack him for speaking for her, but when she saw the desperate look in his eyes, she sighed and reluctantly agreed.
One morning Annabeth, Bronte and Percy were sitting by the canoe lake sketching chariot designs. Bronte had her pencil in hand, adding some of her special features (aka the only cool thing about her–lightning bolts).
Some jokers from Aphrodite's cabin walked by and asked Percy if he needed to borrow some eyeliner for his eye..."Oh sorry, eyes."
Bronte was about ready to charge the girls, but Annabeth gripped her arm, keeping her back. It wasn't even the joke that got to her, it was the fact that just last year, the Aphrodite girls were so nice to her. They switched up so easily based on the gossip around camp.
As they walked away laughing, Annabeth grumbled, "Just ignore them, Percy. It isn't your fault you have a monster for a brother."
"He's not my brother!" Percy snapped. His eyes traveled to Bronte, who stared at her pencil like it was the most fascinating thing ever. "And he's not a monster, either!"
Annabeth raised her eyebrows. "Hey, don't get mad at me! And technically, he is a monster."
"Well you gave him permission to enter the camp."
"Because it was the only way to save your life! I mean... I'm sorry, Percy, I didn't expect Poseidon to claim him. Cyclopes are the most deceitful, treacherous–"
"He is not! What have you got against Cyclopes, anyway?" Percy demanded.
Bronte looked up at Annabeth, noticing her ears turn pink. She got the feeling there was something she wasn't telling them–something bad.
