"I know you're well aware of how Annabeth is feeling cause you're her friend. But...Percy...his emotions...well...they match with hers."
"So...their feelings are mutual huh.." Y/N sighed and quickly came back to her senses, "Anyways, we should go."
...
The next morning, Chiron moved Percy to cabin three.
He didn't have to share with anybody, ofcourse. He had plenty of room for all his stuff: the Minotaur's horn, one set of spare clothes, and a toiletry bag. He got to sit at his own dinner table, pick all his own activities, call "lights out" whenever he felt like it, and not listen to anybody else.
And he was absolutely miserable.
Just when he'd started to feel accepted, he'd been separated out again.
Nobody mentioned the hellhound, they were all talking about it behind his back. The attack had scared everybody. It sent two messages: one, that he was the son of the Sea God; and two, monsters would stop at nothing to kill him. They could even invade a camp that had always been considered safe.
The other campers steered clear of him as much as possible. Cabin eleven was too nervous to have sword class with him after what he'd done to the Ares folks in the woods, so his lessons with Luke became one-on-one. He pushed him harder than ever, and wasn't afraid to bruise him up in the process.
Which he would heal with the help of the only nurse who was willing to help him, Y/N. But she wasn't as stern as she was back when he got injured by the hellhound. She smiled at him like she usually did, joked around too but something felt off about her. Something was bothering her. Percy decided to let it slide thinking maybe it was about her father again.
But the truth is...it wasn't just Percy who felt miserable about the situation. Y/N wasn't worried about Percy hurting her cause it was clear that it wasn't his fault. How would a newbie make a hellhound appear in the camp when he barely remembers the path or how things work here?
Her worry was something else. He got a whole cabin for himself, he was the son of Poseidon. She felt like being a son of one of the big three, he would leave her like the rest. But she wanted to hold on to this friend. If she was the kind to give up easily, her hope would've vanished after staying undetermined for six months. So she continued smiling at him like nothing happened.
Annabeth still taught Percy Greek in the mornings, but she seemed distracted. Every time he said something, she scowled at him. After lessons, she would walk away muttering to herself: "Quest ... Poseidon? ... Dirty rotten ... Got to make a plan ..." Even Clarisse kept her distance, though her venomous looks made it clear she wanted to kill him for breaking her magic spear.
So the only person who tried to make it as much normal as possible for him was Y/N, although he felt like she was trying too hard. It wasn't necessary but most part of him was glad about it. He needed someone to be like they were before.
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At the volleyball pit, the kids from Apollo's cabin were playing a morning game against the satyrs. Dionysus's twins were walking around in the strawberry fields, making the plants grow. Everybody was going about their normal business, but they looked tense. They kept their eyes on the storm.
