Child of lightning-Percy Jackson x reader-Book one

This is why you don't talk to strangers

In a way, it's nice to know there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. For instance, when you're walking away from a bus that's just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it's raining on top of everything else, most people might think that's just really bad luck; when you're a half-blood, you understand that some divine force is really just trying to mess up your day.

So there we were, Annabeth, Grover, Percy and I, walking through the woods along the New Jersey riverbank, the glow of New York City making the night sky yellow behind us, and the smell of the Hudson reeking in our noses.

Grover was shivering and braying, his big goat eyes turned slit-pupiled and full of terror. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once."

I was pretty much in shock myself. The explosion of bus windows still rang in my ears. But Annabeth kept pulling us along, saying: "Come on! The farther away we get, the better."

"All our money was back there," Percy pointed out to her. "Our food and clothes. Everything."

"I still have my bag." I remind them as I shivered in the rain

"Oh well I'm glad to know your stuff didn't get blown to smithereens, super girl." Annabeth says turning to look back at me.

"Stop calling me that, I was just trying to be helpful!" I shouted utterly annoyed.

I mean how could she be mad at me for being more prepared?

"This is your fault anyways." she said as she continued to walk

"How is any of this my fault?"

"If you would have just stuck to my plan and not tried to play hero-"

I looked at her in shock, "you really think that's what I was trying to do?"

"Guys just stop fighting. "Percy said stepping between the two of us.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't decided to jump into the fight Percy—"

"What did you want me to do? Let you get killed?" He questioned

Annabeth huffed, "You didn't need to protect me, Percy. I would've been fine."

"Sliced like sandwich bread," Grover put in, "but fine."

"Shut up, goat boy," said Annabeth.

Grover brayed mournfully. "Tin cans... a perfectly good bag of tin cans."

We sloshed across mushy ground, through nasty twisted trees that smelled like sour laundry.

After a few minutes, Annabeth fell into line next to Percy and I.

"Look, I..." Her voice faltered. "I appreciate you standing up for us back there, okay? That was really brave of you guys."

"We're a team, right?" I said in a calmer voice than before

She was silent for a few more steps. "It's just that if either of you died... aside from the fact that it would really suck for you, it would mean the quest was over. This may be my only chance to see the real world."

The thunderstorm had finally let up. The city glow faded behind us, leaving us in almost total darkness. I couldn't see anything of Annabeth except a glint of her blond hair.

"You haven't left Camp Half-Blood since you were seven?" Percy asked her.

"No... only short field trips. My dad—"

"The history professor." I remember

"Yeah. It didn't work out for me living at home. I mean, Camp Half-Blood Is my home." She was rushing her words out now, as if she were afraid somebody might try to stop her. "At camp you train and train. And that's all cool and everything, but the real world is where the monsters are. That's where you learn whether you're any good or not."