Percy Jackson and the Olympians Imagines

Volleyball and Valdez

*A/N Big thank you to kylie_weasleyxo for the idea! Hope you like it ♡*

"Percy!" I yell. "A little help?"

The green-eyed boy glances over from where he sits next to Annabeth as they chaperone the volleyball courts although from what I can tell, it's more of a make-out session that Mr. D would kick them off of Mount Olympus for if he knew about it. I'm pretty sure the only reason it's allowed is because Percy can put out all the fires and Annabeth is an actually responsible supervisor. Well, she is when she's looking anywhere other than Percy's eyes which is just about never.

Leo's entire body is alight on fire. He tries to slap them off, but it only feeds the flames since his hands are also burning. I roll my eyes. His pitiful attempt at putting it out is almost endearing. Almost.

Percy flicks his wrist and a bubble of lake water pops over Leo's head with a sizzle.

"Can we switch teams yet?" I moan. It's really difficult to play volleyball when your teammate gets excited everytime the ball comes their way and bursts into flames.

Leo shakes his mop of dark hair like a dog and water droplets splash onto me. I hate myself for thinking it, but he doesn't look half bad with wet hair. He shoots me a goofy grin and says, "Why would you want to switch? Leo's got this!"

I roll my eyes. "You don't even got a ball, because someone burned it. How in Zues's name have you got this?"

Leo scrunches his eyebrows, expressing the hurt I caused him without saying a word. I almost feel bad his face is incredibly amusing and I don't regret it.

"No need to fear, Y/L/N. I have another one in my cabin," Leo says with a wink. My stomach flip flops, much to my distress. What does that mean?

The other campers grumble in annoyance while we wait for Leo to come back with a ball. There's only so much free time and none of us want to waste it because of an annoying kid who couldn't control himself, even if he is kind of funny.

Leo returns with an orange volleyball the color of our t-shirts with a black pegasus in the center. The paint has a suspicious shine that matches the mischevious glint in his eyes. He throws the ball into the air and bumps it over to me. I catch it and am surprised to find it feels like any old ball. Not heavy with machinery or stiff like the random metal scraps he's always fiddling with.

With a shrug, I serve and it sails over the net with ease. I'm almost surprised when it doesn't start emitting toxic gas or explode into hundred of pieces. My cabinmates on the opposing team jumps to spike it, but misses by half an inch. I glance at Leo through the corner of my eye to find that he's grinning. That's all I need to confirm my suspicions.

One of Leo's half brothers from the other team serves it back over the net right onto Leo's waiting fist and he knocks it over again. Leo never hits the ball over the net. It's totally been tampered with.

I endure four more points that consist of Leo doing some sort of tricky move that, against all odds, gets the ball onto the other side of the net before I call it quits and wander past the court to the dock.

I shove my y/h/c hair out of my face, kick my shoes off, and plop down on the wooden planks with my feet dipped into the water. Muffled laughter and cheers sound in the background, but over here it's just me. And the naiads and nymphs, but that doesn't count.

"Yo, Y/L/N."

Leo jogs over to my side.

I groan. "What do you want, Valdez?"