{1} Princess - P. Jackson 🔱

"Pranks"

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Things at camp were normal. Unfortunately it was in our blood to act like, in certain ways, that nothing happened.

Two weeks had passed since the battle, camp had been almost completely put back together, I had a conversation with Chiron and used the cellphone he provided by the Big House to call my Aunt.

The conversation wasn't long. I heard a lot from her, how it was irresponsible on my part and that I should have listened to him at least during this time. I—respectfully because I never raise my voice at my Aunt—explained that it wasn't my fault because I didn't know he would call. My father never calls, why would he do it now?

I apologize for throwing her hard work convincing him down the drain, and held back tears when she started to say that I should enjoy this last month at camp.

I didn't have the heart to tell my friends yet, every night I would stay up until late making up a script of how I would tell the news. Overthinking their reactions and even thinking about leaving without saying anything.

I had the heart to apologize to Percy, though. One afternoon I came up to him and said sorry about what I said that day in the labyrinth. "You're not a pain in the ass, it's just..." I itched my thigh.

"It's fine. I'm sorry for talking to you that way, too." He shifted uncomfortably.

"Dumbass. You should stop making me worry about you." I looked up at his eyes. He frowned, looking at me intensely. "You? Worried about me?"

My gaze fell to his lips and I blinked, looking away to the beach beside us. "Don't be too surprised, I still hate you."

"You sure do," He stepped closer and I turned my head to face him. "Was it nice fighting with me, Princess?" He mocked.

I felt my cheeks heating, but I couldn't let that pass. "A pleasure, Waterboy?" I raised an eyebrow, mocking him back.

The crooked smile that has been giving me butterflies lately appeared on his face, making me crinkle my nose trying not to smile too.

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Let me tell you, the Hermes cabin can be number one for pranks, but the Aphrodite's cabin isn't that bad either. Some years before we made the Apollo's cabin wear animal pajamas printed with the Apollo's sacred cows all the time for a week. They cursed us back to speak in rhymes until they started to wear normal clothes.

Then there was another year where we made 'Call me maybe' play every time an Ares kid entered their cabin. We also put doves inside the Hermes cabin, and dyed the hair of the Dionysus kids purple.

It all started when Connor and Travis Stoll, of course, put crickets on the roof of the Demeter cabin, keeping them awake for nights. That unlocked a prank war at camp, cabins teaming up in favor or against each other.

Things were really competitive around the cabins, but things got serious to me when my cabin had gone back from breakfast and found it full of crabs sleeping on the floor, beds, and dressers. I held back a scream of terror to not wake them up but Jessica didn't even think twice. She screamed right in my ear.

Birds flew away in the sky as the crabs started to wake up and walk around. My siblings were running around the cabin, trying to kick them away while I turned my back at them. "Perseus. Motherfucking. Jackson!" I yelled, seeing the boy talking to Gabriel by the Cabin Twelve.

"Seu filho de uma puta!" I was so furious that I started to speak in Portuguese. 'You son of a bitch!' Was what I had said. Gabriel widened his eyes beside Percy and started to move his hands frantically while talking. "Actually? Not son of a bitch because Ms. Jackson is not a bitch!" I stopped in front of him. "Filho de um puto, because your dad is one!"