Percabeth at Goode [PJO]

Chapter 3

Percy's POV:

I woke up and yawned, stretching my arms out in front of me. A groan escaped my lips.

Tomorrow, I was going back to Goode.

I hadn't been there since I got attacked by Kelli and the rest of her possy of dracaena. With Rachel. Gods that was such a badly paired relationship.

Remembering what it was like last time I was at Goode (being bullied) this time wasn't going to be any better.

Still, I lugged myself out of bed and trotted over to get dressed.

After getting changed, I was about to leave the cabin before an over-excited Tyson came running over.

Prepare to be hit by a bulldozer, I thought. He body-slammed into me, tackling me into a big, bone-crushing hug.

"Ouch," I wheezed.

"Brother!" Tyson squealed.

I had to leave him hanging, as I was still recovering from having all life squeezed out of me.

After a few seconds, I collected myself and said between heavy breaths,"H-hey Tyson."

I gently patted him on the shoulder, still slightly afraid he'd end up killing me affectionately.

"Where are you going, brother?" He asked.

"Er..." I was wondering whether to tell him the truth or not. I decided to be ambiguous.

"I'm going to school." I winced before he even said it.

"Ooh pleasecanicomepleaseletmecome!" He squealed. It's not that I didn't want him to come, it's just that he's...fragile.

He used to get bullied a lot. Like, more than me. Last time he was at school I'm pretty sure he accidentally broke a student's arm because the kid stole his pencil.

I shuddered.

"Sorry brother, not this time. And Hey, aren't you working at dad's forge?" His face fell.

"Oh yeah," He muttered.

I decided to risk it. I gave him a hug and said,"Bye Tyson, I'll miss you."

The thing is, I meant it.

I grabbed my duffel bag, and as I left, I saw a tear roll down his cheek.

I screwed up my eyebrows, and, against my better judgement, ran back, giving him a bone-crushing hug.

He smiled and I returned the favour. As quickly as I came I popped out the door, excited(ish) for another year at Goode.

Piper's POV:

"Drew, NO!" I screamed.

"DON'T YOU DARE CHARMSPEAK THE APHRODITE CABIN TO FOLLOW YOU!"

"WHY NOT?! I CAN IF I WANT TO!" She shrieked. Ugh, this girl.

I then got an idea.
"Drew, you do not want to charmspeak the Aphrodite cabin," I said, pouring all the charmspeak of my own into the simple sentence.

"Nice try, Piper, but that doesn't work on ME," she drawled.

"Time for plan B then," I muttered.

Before she could blink, a bottle of Givenchy went flying.

I turned around in awe.

"I'll keep her in line," Lola, the new girl, said.

She was the only one in the Aphrodite cabin who was like me.

Everybody stared at her.

"Well did anyone else have any ideas?" I asked, eyebrows raised. They all looked in a different direction, avoiding my gaze.

"That's what I thought," I muttered. I gave Lola a nod of affirmation before I continued packing my stuff and gave them the protocol for what was going to happen while I was away.

There was some complaining, but who am I, a saint? Not everyone can get what they want.

I sighed, Jason had it so easy, he and Thalia had their own cabin. And they were siblings by the same father and mother.

2 people in a cabin, I fantasized. I shook the thought.

These guys weren't so bad.

Besides the sickening smell of hairspray and makeup that seems to linger over the cabin.

I sighed. I hoped the other six were doing better than me.

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