Artemis Outcast | PJO Universe

seven - dinner

Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately.

Tessa was sat in Cabin Seven; she was talking and messing around with Michael and Lee when a second year Apollo camper came rushing in.

Elisa looked somewhat similar to Tessa, which constantly freaked her out. Though, the most notable difference between the two were Elisa's face was adjourned with tiny freckles.

"That Percy kid dunked water on Clarisse!" She exclaimed, rushing into the cabin.

As always, Cabin Seven was busy - kids constantly entering and leaving and the excited chatter amongst them.

It made Tessa fell at home.

"Sorry?" Michael said, his brows scrunched together.

"Percy. Dunked. Water. On. Clarisse."

The daughter of Artemis blinked, standing up from her spot by Lee's bed and pointed to the exit. "Yeah, I'm just gonna..."

"See you at dinner!" Lee shouted as the girl left.

Tessa easily found Percy and Annabeth. They had returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.

Percy waved at Tessa with a smile on his face and looking relieved the presence sense of the girl.

"Hey guys." Greeted Tessa, now stood at Annabeth's side.

"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly, barely offering Tessa a glance. "Dinner's at seven-
thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."

"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets." Percy began, looking at Tessa for some reassurance.

The look she received from the pair of them only heightened Tessa's curiosity of what had happened. Plus, she wanted to know whether or not she would have to deal with Clarisse.

The ares girl was known to give newbies a hard time but she always knew not to go after the ones Tessa had already taken under her wing or became friends with.

So why Percy?

"Whatever."

"It wasn't my fault."

She looked at Percy skeptically, and Tessa realised it was his fault. He had made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures.

"Did he..?" Tessa asked, looking at Annabeth.

The girl nodded at her; that was all the clarification that she needed. Instantly, a new theory engulfed Tessa's mind.

Percy Jackson was a son of Poseidon. That was bad. Bad for every single one of them.

"You need to talk to the Oracle," Annabeth said.

"And fast." Added Tessa, nodding her head along with Annabeth's wise words.

"Who?"

"Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron." Annabeth spoke.

Percy stared into the lake; Tessa noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below.

They wore blue jeans and shimmering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved as if Percy were a long-lost friend.

He waved back.

"Don't encourage them," Annabeth warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts."