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I’d seen her dad, Ares, get mad before, and it was not a pretty sight. If Clarisse failed him, he would come down hard on her. Real hard.
That’s what Annabeth told me, anyway.” Clarisse rolled her eyes. Annabeth was my best friend and a huge nut when it came to architecture and monuments. I guess her egghead facts rubbed off on me sometimes.
I started to walk away, but she called out, “Percy?” “Yeah?” “When you, uh, had that vision about your friends . . .” “You were one of them,” I promised.
Her gray eyes sparkled under her helmet. Her blond ponytail curled around one shoulder. It was hard for anyone to look cute in combat armor, but Annabeth pulled it off.
I’d never seen her so happy, like the chance to beat me up was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
“She likes you, man.” “Sure,” I muttered. “She likes me for target practice.” “Nah, they always do that. A girl starts trying to kill you, you know she’s into you.” “Makes a lot of sense.” Beckendorf shrugged. “I know about these things. You ought to ask her to the fireworks.”
Since he was older, I usually listened to him about stuff, but the idea of asking Annabeth to the Fourth of July fireworks down at the beach—like, the biggest dating event of the summer—made my stomach do somersaults.
“Good luck, Charlie.”
Her Aphrodite armor was pink and red, color coordinated to match her clothes and makeup. She looked like Guerilla Warfare Barbie.
“Some say its motor wore out so it went into the woods to deactivate itself. Or its programming went haywire. No one knows.”
The dragon should want to help one of Hephaestus’s kids.
Annabeth glared at me. “Yes, but this is different. I’m good with ideas. Not mechanics.” “If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head,” I said, “I’d pick you.” I just blurted it out—to give her confidence, I guess— but immediately I realized it sounded pretty stupid. “Awww. . .” Silena sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Percy, that is so sweet!” Annabeth blushed.
We locked eyes. Our faces were, like, two inches apart. My chest felt a little funny, like my heart was trying to do jumping jacks.
But Annabeth just smiled and put us in jail. As she was heading back to the front line, she turned and winked. “See you at the fireworks?” She didn’t even wait for my answer before darting off into the woods. I looked at Beckendorf. “Did she just . . . ask me out?”
Who would you most want on your team for Capture the Flag? Travis: My brother, because I need to keep an eye on him. Connor: My brother, because I don’t trust him.
Of all your Camp Half-Blood friends, who would you most like to have with you in battle? Annabeth: Oh, Percy. No contest. I mean, sure he can be annoying, but he’s dependable. He’s brave and he’s a good fighter. Normally, as long as I’m telling him what to do, he wins in a fight.
He’s actually pretty intelligent, but he acts so dumb sometimes. I wonder if he does it just to annoy me. The guy has a lot going for him. He’s courageous. He’s got a sense of humor. He’s good-looking, but don’t you dare tell him I said that. Where was I? Oh yeah, so he’s got a lot going for him, but he’s so . . . obtuse. That’s the word. I mean he doesn’t see really obvious stuff, like the way people feel, even when you’re giving him hints, and being totally blatant. What? No, I’m not talking about anyone or anything in particular! I’m just making a general statement. Why does everyone always
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“Iapetus shall crush you!” one shouted. “Who?” I asked. Then I ran her through with my sword. Note to self: If you vaporize monsters, they can’t answer your questions.
As we walked, I tried to think about positive things: my favorite basketball players, my last conversation with Annabeth, what my mom would make for Christmas dinner—
“Where are your ghosts?” she demanded in irritation. “My . . . I don’t know. I don’t have any.” She snarled. “Everyone has ghosts—deaths you regret. Guilt. Fear. Why can I not see yours?”
“I’ve made my peace with them,” I said. “They’ve passed on. They’re not ghosts.
“Hello,” he said. “Who am I?” “You’re my friend,” I blurted out. “You’re . . . Bob.” That seemed to please him greatly. “I am your friend Bob!”
They weren’t thrilled about lugging Bob the Titan too, but I didn’t have the heart to leave him behind, especially after he noticed my shoulder wound, said, “Owie,” and healed it with a touch.
Maybe we can retrain him to do something good.”
