BOOK 1: THE TITANS CURSE → THE LAST OLYMPIAN
[ includes bonus chapters!! ]
percy jackson x fem!oc
warning: characters DO swear!!
[book 1 in the fashionista collection]
highest rankings:
#1 in chiron
#1 in apollo
#1 in battleofthelabyrinth
#1 in art...
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"LET'S HOPE YOU CAN KEEP UP AQUA BOY", Zola said as she strode towards him in her armour.
"You challenging me?", Percy said with a playful glare as he rocked on the balls of his feet.
"Uh..duh".
"Well don't feel-".
"Your armour's crooked", Zola interrupted bluntly before jogging off towards Val feeling much smugger than before.
"You're with Michael Yew right V?", Zola asked as she tied her hair up into a messy bun.
"If you mean the hottie from the Apollo cabin then, heck yes!", Val exclaimed as she strapped the last of her armour.
Zola rolled her eyes.
"What? You can't say that's not true".
"I mean..I guess", Zola replied.
"At least I can ask him for help in my sword skills, god knows I need it".
"Didn't I try to help you the other day and you said and I quote 'This is the last time I'm getting caught dead with a sword in my hand; if I do please burn my clothes'".
"Yeah but I'm-"
"Dramatic?"
"No..I mean yes thats one hundred percent true but..it's Michael and you know sword practise requires touching-".
"Okay! I hear you".
"Get with your partners! You only have two minutes left to prepare", Quintus voice rang from the speakers.
"Alright wish me luck with hottie", Val said, turning to leave.
"Wait V", Zola started as she noticed the back straps of her armour. "Your back straps aren't done properly".
Val smirked. "Some kind guy is gonna notice and strap it up for me and then I'm gonna cook up some Aphrodite shit".
"Bit much don't you think?"
"Darling I'm an Aphrodite girl, we strive to be 'bit much'", Val said with an over the top air kiss before jogging up to Michael Yew.
"I have no words", Zola said out-loud to herself as she watched Val, smile showing her pearly white teeth as she battered her eyelashes.
"For what?". A voice said from behind her, sitting on a rock as he twirled a pen around his finger.
Zola jumped. "Where the fuck did you come out from?"
"The cervix, you?"
Zola glared at Percy and he smirked back. They had a glare and smirk match for about a minute until Zola decided to be the mature one and give up. Not that she was losing or anything.
