Percy Jackson/Hunger Games crossover XD

Percy

"And why should we do that?" Chiron questioned.
"Um... Because blue food is... awesome?" I reply. "Give me one reason why not!"
"Cause it's stupid, Seaweed Brain." says a familiar female voice. Annabeth stands to my right, a halo of blonde frizz surrounding her head. Grover is next to her. His curly red-brown hair barely hides his spiraled goat horns. He wears jeans, but no shoes, so his hooves are exposed.
"Just let him have his blue pancakes, what harm could it do?" Grover asks.
"Yay!" I yelp in delight. "Grover's on my side!" But Annabeth isn't.
"It could potentially harm someone, Grover. There are people who are allergic to food dye. Not to mention the extra work that will have to go into making the pancakes..." I have to admit, I see her point. But it's not fair. I look to Chiron for his verdict.
"I suppose... I will think about it." Explains the centaur, his eyes twinkling thoughtfully.
"Yes! Woohoo!" I parade around pumping my fist in the air and whooping as if I've already won.
Grover rolls his eyes.
Chiron asks Annabeth to stay and talk with him at the Big house, so Grover and I head to lunch early. When Annabeth joins the rest of the camp, she so pale I drop my sandwich on the ground. After cussing and getting a new sandwich, I try to ask her what's wrong, but she is already seated at the adjacent table. The far away look in her eyes is gone, but she's still pale as if she's seen a ghost. The other campers notice and try to force her to eat something. I wonder what's wrong, what Chiron told her. They always keep secrets from me. Then I realize that Rachel Elizabeth Dare isn't here either. Was Annabeth given a prophecy?
After cutting the crusts off of my new sandwich and dumping them into the bonfire, I sit down and finish my sandwich. It takes me too long to notice the large mass who's shadow gives me shade.
"Hey, Prissy!" Clarisse La Rue's airborne saliva lands on my face as she spits her horrible nickname for me. I know what this is about. Last week I accidentally flooded the Ares cabin. They must be mad. I prepare for a punch in the face.
"You've got some nerve pranking the Ares cabin." Clarisse's yellow teeth aline as she twists her mouth into a sneer.
"How do you know it was me?" I ask, trying to sound confident. "It probably was the Stolls! Or the Hephaestus kids messing with the plumbing!" The brutish guy standing to Clarisse's left speaks up.
"We KNOW it was you! We SAW you do it! Did you?"
"Brendon can tell when your lying." Clarisse adds, nodding to the boy. I doubt it's true, but there's no point in bluffing, event if the truth will result in my head getting bashed in with a chair.