Child of lightning-Percy Jackson x reader-Book one

I'm still confused

Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever I went, campers pointed at Percy and murmured something about toilet water. Or maybe they were just staring at me and Annabeth, who were both still pretty much dripping wet.

Annabeth showed us a few more places I hadn't seen yet: the metal shop (where kids were forging their own swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of a goat-man), and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough.

Finally we returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.

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

"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets.", Percy apologized

"Whatever."

"It wasn't my fault." Percy pressed, which in all honesty probably made it worse.

She looked at the both of us skeptically, and I realized that it was kinda are faults. Percy had made the water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. I still didn't understand how. But the toilets had responded to him. And even though no one else besides Annabeth had noticed I did dunk Clarisse.

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

"Who?" I replied raising my eyebrow

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

Panic began to fill my eyes, I turned back and saw Percy begin to walk towards the lake.

I turned back to Annabeth. "Please don't tell him what I did."

I wasn't really sure why I was trying to keep my whole 'running' thing a secret. I mean the camp was already crazy, you'd think a little more weird wouldn't make too much of a difference. Still something felt off. It almost felt as though someone was whispering in my ear not to let anyone know yet. That had happened to me a lot in my life actually. A little voice telling me what to do. By that point though, I'd learned to listen to it. I thought that maybe it was just the one actually sane part of my mind trying to keep me out of trouble.

"Joey, I need to" Annabeth finally responded

"Why?", I questioned

"Joey everyone here can do something out of the ordinaire. I will say I've never heard of anyone being able to run like that", she droned off staring at me like there was something else she wanted to say, something important, but instead she just mumbled something about how we should go find Percy ,and then she wandered off in his direction.

I really just wished someone could actually give me a strait answer.

As I cached up to Annabeth and Percy I almost jumped back when I saw 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 at Percy as if he was there long-lost friend.

He awkwardly waved back.

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

"Naiads," I repeated, feeling completely overwhelmed. "That's it. I want to go home now."

Annabeth frowned. "Don't you get it? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us."

"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?" Percy said looking up