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The Chinese Calendar ♆ Percy Jackson x Reader

002. the chinese calendar

PAIRING; Percy Jackson x Reader

REQUEST; You hate him because you felt forgotten; you didn’t get the credit you deserved after helping him save the world. He knows that you hate him, but doesn’t know why, so he keeps bugging you to find out. You tell him and he apologizes, and you start talking, and somehow start liking/loving each other

DATE; March 20th, 2019

GODLY PARENT; Nemesis

TIME; After the Blood of Olympus

WORD COUNT; 9821

WARNING; Betrayal, angst, bad words,

A/N; I am so so sorry this took so freaking long. I just haven’t had the motiviation to write for Percy in a while. But I hope you like this piece of crap. I feel like I kept dragging it out because I didn’t know how to end it and believe me the ending is shit. But I swear to god if i look at this thing once more I am going to gauge my eyes out. so here it is. enjoy!

REQUESTED BY; KayzeeDamPotter_fan

TRAILER; in which a girl thought a boy forgot about her after he gains new popularity.

Step One: Let him believe you are friends again.

Drumming her fingers against the wooden table, Y/N waited. She shouldn’t have been too surprised at Rachel’s tardiness. The Sixteen-Year-Old couldn’t remember the last time her best friend had actually been on time.

Just as she was about to check her watch again, Rachel came in with a flurry of loud apologies and loose papers threatening to fall out of her arms. “It’s fine,” Y/N said waving the apology away, “I told you the time was fifteen minutes earlier than when I planned to arrive here. So, I wasn’t waiting too long.”

Rachel snorted, “You’re lucky I have even agreed to listen to this. You know if you are caught with your plans and they are in any way dangerous to Percy, I could be kicked out of camp for just knowing.”

“I’m not planning to kill him! Just mess with him a little, I won’t even be inflicting any pain on him.”

“Wow, that makes me feel so much better! Besides, I don’t even have a problem with him.” Rachel exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air being the usual over-dramatic person she is. She knew Rachel was lying, even it only was a minor white lie. No one could not hold a grudge towards a person after they rejected them.

Rolling her eyes and flashing Rachel a look, she grabbed her plans out and laid them in front of her. She didn’t have time for her dramatics but it was still fun to tell her off. “Oh, stop being dramatic.”

Rachel scoffed but she wasn’t even looking at Y/N anymore, instead, she was eyeing the title with interest. She was certainly proud of it, it was completely original. In bright red ink, the title bared the name of The Chinese Calendar. "I’m the one being dramatic! You are the one basically planning someone’s murder all because you didn’t get credit over something that happened almost a year ago!“

"Hey! I’m Nemesis’ daughter for a reason. It’s in my blood. I almost can’t help it, it’s just instincts. And in my defense, you would be pissed off also if you risked your life for the brat several times all for nothing. Rach, I found the Lightning Bolt, I sailed through the Sea of Monsters, I helped them get Annabeth back from the clutches of Atlas, I survived the Labyrinth, and I fought in the First Titan War. The only thing I didn’t get to participate in was when they fought Luke up in Olympus! And that wasn’t even my fault! Percy forced me to stay in the Hotel! He locked me in a spare room! Do you remember? It’s just,” Y/N sighed, sometimes she had doubts about what she had been planning. The girl knew her plan was a little extreme just because she didn’t receive the credit she deserved. But she was tired of being seen as the girl who couldn’t finish the entire task, the girl who chickened out last minute, the girl who couldn’t run with the boy from the Great Prophecy when she couldn’t didn’t even have a choice. “I’m tired of watching them being idolized by everyone else when they won’t even look my way anymore. Even though I did basically just as much.”

Rachel was silent for a moment. Her eyes were staring holes into the label of the huge wad of paper. Y/N almost thought she wasn’t going to reply until she finally looked up from the desk. From just the look in her eyes, Y/N could tell she agreed with her but something was still holding her back. “Percy still talks to you. Gods, Y/N, I’ve never seen him put so much effort into talking to someone as much as he does with you. You should see the look on his face every time you walk away or ignore him. He looks crushed Y/N. I think you should maybe just talk to him about it first. He probably didn’t know what he did. You know how Percy is, he won’t realize anything until you spell it out for him.”

Y/N closed her eyes tightly, it was hard to breathe with the ever tightening of feeling coming from her chest. The feeling of guilt.

She had a feeling this would happen, she almost didn’t ask Rachel to look over her plan because of the risk of her talking Y/N out of it. But she couldn’t let that happen, not now, not when she had already delved into her plan. “Anyway,” she said, deciding it was now or never. She had to go through with it and if Rachel didn’t agree then so be it. She didn’t need anyone, especially someone on Percy’s side. “Let’s go over it, shall we? Unless you don’t want to of course.”

Rachel looked a bit hesitant but eventually nodded. Her eyes held so much worry, it almost made Y/N nervous. But she didn’t know why Rachel was worried, it wasn’t like she was the one performing the plan.

Surprisingly enough, Rachel had some great ideas and had even offered advice on how to trick him into believing her. After getting Rachel’s approval of the plan, she had gone to one of her siblings to double check. She loved Rachel but the girl was too virtuous for her own good. She had a feeling that Rachel would willingly lie to get her plan to fail.

Thankfully, Monica had dutifully agreed with her entire plan and hadn’t even asked a question on who she was planning revenge on. She shouldn’t have been too surprised though. Monica wasn’t one to delve into someone’s business.

After the plan had been fool-proofed down to the very date she estimated Y/N would be finished with the last task, Y/N felt relieved. It was like she could breathe again. The worst part was over, now she could relax.

The girl sighed contently, her feet kicking a rock as the air around her got chilly. Summer was creeping up on the campers slower than she would have normally liked. But today, she was thankful for the sharp spikes of the freezing wind felt refreshing on her face. Her face felt unusually flushed, she had a feeling it was from the adrenaline from knowing that she would be starting her plan.

“Y/N!” she distantly heard a voice behind her call but not quite registering it. However, the next time she heard the call of her name she saw a girl that she recognized was frequently around Piper. Turning around fully, she stopped in her step and waited for the girl to catch up to her.

“Hey, Lacy. What’s up?”

“There’s a fight going on.” She closed her eyes momentarily, cursing on the inside. Nemesis’ Scales, why was there always a fight going on when she was busy?

“Why?”

A knowing look crossed her features as she rolled her eyes, “Patrick,” she paused at Y/N’s change of facial expressions, “Yes, your brother. Patrick tried to attack Clarisse, again.”

“He’s going to get himself killed by Clarisse, not even monsters! That boy drives me crazy.” Y/N sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Where are all the other Camp Counselors?”

“They’re trying to get everyone to leave but no one seems to remember that Patrick is fighting Clarisse and that she’s twice the size of him.”

Lacy took off in a run and Y/N followed her towards the Arena.

Everyone in the Nemesis Cabin knew revenge was a dish best served cold, the saying had originated from their very own Mother. But instead of following in his Mother’s footsteps, Patrick, the idiot, had decided that taking on Clarisse would be a good start to his plan in order to finally get his own retribution.

As the Head of the Nemesis Cabin, one of the regulations on keeping the position was breaking up unnecessary fights. With a sigh, Y/N headed over to the center of the crowd with confident and calculated steps, making sure to give plenty of space between herself and Clarisse. No one wanted to trespass Clarisse’s personal space when she was in a fight. That was just signing off their death contract.

The crowd seemed to part for Y/N, as if everyone thought Y/N was going to take over Patrick’s pathetic excuse for a fight. It seemed that was what Clarisse hoped for that too as she looked over at the girl while her boot slowly crushed Patrick’s chest.

“Well, well, well, if isn’t Senior L/N.” Clarisse mocked her bandana swinging in the air as she looked down on Y/N’s little brother, “Is your big sister coming to save you, baby Patrick?”

Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed, she didn’t have time for this. She was already late to her class and she knew Will wasn’t one to go easy on her. She supposed she deserved it though. Plus, there was also the fact that she needed to mentally prepare herself for tomorrow.

“Grow up, Clarisse,” Y/N snarked, “It’s about time for you to actually mature. By Nemesis, act your age.”

“Well hello to you too, Jesus.”

With a quirked eyebrow, she stared at the older girl quizzically questioning what was actually going on in her mind. “I’m sorry, what?”

Clarisse rolled her eyes and scrunched up her nose as if someone had just placed dung under it, “Now you’re wasting my time, L/N. I was just implying how goody-goody you are.” [ a/n; do you guys get it or no? haha, i thought it was creative but probably not… ]

Staring at her for a few seconds as if to question her sanity, Y/N sighed and placed her hands on her hips, “Just let my brother go. Do you really want Kitchen Duty, again?”

Surprisingly, Clarisse lessened her hold on Patrick just enough for him to swipe at the back of her knee. Clarisse was sent tumbling down and Patrick quickly pressed his blade to her throat, “Ha! How does it feel to get your ass kicked by a thirteen-year-old?”

“Patrick! No!” Y/N shouted, running towards him before getting held back an invisible force. She looked behind her to see the last person she wanted here behind her. Percy Jackson smiled at her reassuringly, and went to loosen his grip on her shirt when she started to thrash around. She couldn’t let this of all things ruin her plan. She had spent the entire school year on this, but how was she supposed to pretend when her brother was about to be crushed by Clarisse? Everyone knew how quickly Y/N would fall into the grips of anxiety when a loved one was hurt. Hell, Percy had witnessed it first hand.

The horrible memory must have triggered her anxiety as she only started to flail about more. Attempting to wrestle out of his grip, she growled as he gripped her shoulder with his other hand. “Wow, wow, wow, calm down, tiny nightmare.”

Rolling her eyes at the smirking boy in front of her, she hit him in the gut causing him to back away from her with a belch. “I told you not to call me that, Jackson.” She had a feeling that Step One was going to be a little harder than she had anticipated.

Clarisse was now turned towards her with her boot resting on top of Patrick’s chest again. She wondered how she had gotten him held down so quickly, especially since she had only been talking to Percy for a few seconds. Her heart hammered in her chest as she ran towards Clarisse blindly.

Y/N hadn’t been a chosen demi-god, one who had their very own weapon. She liked to be able to use anything and turn it into a weapon. The item could be a blade of grass to a mascara wand and she could figure out a way to injure her opponent with it.

Her original plan had been to just tackle Clarisse down to the floor, but it seemed Clarisse had also become aware of her presence-something Y/N hadn’t considered. Just as she was about to jump, she somehow stopped herself. Everyone knew by now, Clarisse’s electric spear could stop traffic.

She slid on the floor and grabbed a rather pointy rock. It wouldn’t do much, but it was better than dust. However, before she could do any damage, a piercing scream hit her ears. The second the sound hit her ears she wanted to throw up. The sound was nauseating, but the worst part was the familiarity of the scream.

Spinning around so quickly Y/N had to shake off any dizziness she felt. Her mind was in a flurry coming up with the worst case scenarios, but none of them could have prepared them for this. Clarisse’s spear was stuck in Patrick’s leg.

She was falling.

Arms picked her up.

Chiron was shouting.

Someone was guiding her towards the infirmary.

She was trembling.

Dust was picking up with each step.

People were staring.

Patrick was screaming.

It was weird how sometimes everything would melt into a blur. How memories would melt together until it would all become one, or how Y/N would catch herself walking and end up somewhere when she didn’t even know how she had gotten there.

“He’ll be alright,” Will said from next to her, she almost jumped. Y/N had forgotten he was there. “You should be thankful Percy was there, otherwise I don’t think Patrick would still have his leg.”

Y/N nodded, her heart was still hammering and the guilt was getting stronger every second. How was she supposed to keep a level head and continue on with her plan even though she knew she owed him he sanity. Y/N didn’t want to know what would happen to her if she had to watch her brother suffer through the loss of a leg.

“Percy wants to talk to you, by the way. I’ll let him in once you’re ready.” Will said as he stood up to leave. He still had some of Patrick’s blood on his clothes. He knew Y/N wouldn’t answer. The poor girl had been staring blankly for the past four hours.

“I’m ready,” Y/N said once she heard the door squeak open, her head turned towards Will. He was more surprised to see her eyes looking at him than hearing him talk to her. “You can let him in if you change. Blood isn’t a good look for you.”

It was silent for a little bit, both of them just staring at each other, trying to gauge what the other’s next move was. It was only when a hint of a smirk landed on Y/N’s features that Will knew it was okay to laugh and boy he did. If only it wasn’t a nervous laugh.

She heard him before she saw him. Percy looked exhausted, his hair was disheveled and his eyes were lidded. His yawn only further proved it. Somehow that didn’t stop him from being an ass.

He sat down next to her, clumsily. The boy was not nimble whatsoever, the one flaw she could

“Thank you,” Y/N said quietly, her fingers were playing with a necklace wound around her neck, “I don’t know what I would have done if Patrick would have lost his leg.”

She felt Percy’s gaze on her but didn’t move her gaze from a girl and a boy playing tag. She wanted to continue, to really show how thankful she was but the stubborn part of her was stopping herself from saying anymore.

“So this is all I have to do for you to talk to me? I just have to save your little brother.” Percy scoffed and shook his head. Y/N decided it might be a good idea to meet his gaze. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind.”

However, the second he looked at her Y/N turned away. Her heart was beating too fast, everything was just too fast. Her plan was going to fail. How was she going to be able to continue on when she owed him so much? All that time wasted planning revenge she didn’t even get to start. It was almost making her mad, the fact that he had the ability to change her mind in a second. Her brother couldn’t even succeed in that department. What gave him the right to be able to do that? Nemesis, she had never wanted to hit more than now. “Don’t thank me either. Poseidon knows how many times you have saved me. It’s only right for me to repay you somehow.”

She felt like she had been slapped in the face, as if someone had chosen a cruel way to get her out of a daydream. Her Father used to have moments like these, were reality struck him all at once. It seemed the gene had been passed down to her. She could continue on with her plan. Afterall, a leg can’t even compare to a life. Can it?

She felt kind of guilty continuing on with her plan at a time like this. Especially, deciding to start her first step, but she didn’t know if she would ever be able to have this oppurtunity with him again. Percy was slowly opening up and becoming emotional. What better way to build a ‘new friendship’ than sympathizing with him and maybe asking for a new start. But that was only if she was feeling risky.

“You finally got tired of it, didn’t you?”

Percy looked up shocked, he looked like he was trying to guage what she was thinking at the moment but she didn’t give him the time of day. She couldn’t not when she could easily give in and spill her secrets. Rachel had sugested that, but that only fueled her fire. The need to prove Rachel wrong was more important that her morals at the moment.

In fact the way he was looking at her was irritating. Almost like ants were crawling all over her body but there was nothing she could do to swat them.

“Got tired of what?”

“Got tired of me ignoring you.”

Percy shrugged, “I think I was just shocked that you actually talked to me and not in a condescending way.”

Y/N tried to keep her giggles inside, but they managed to get out somehow. She knew she shouldn’t have started laughing. It was just one of those situations, like a funeral or a test where you knew you shouldn’t be laughing, but she couldn’t help it. Percy started to laugh too which only made her laugh harder. She was rather confused on what they were even laughing at in the first place. His comment was more sad than funny.

Once they finally calmed down, and Y/N was breathing evenly enough to speak, she spoke. “Why were you laughing?”

“I can’t help it, your laugh is so contagious. Even your smile is, you smile with your eyes and it’s hard not to smile back.”

Looking at him weirdly, she wondered what the hell he was babbling on about. But it seemed Percy didn’t know either as he resembled a putter fish about to blow. She didn’t have the heart to ask him what he meant. Y/N didn’t want to make his ears redder than they already were, she had her fair share of experiences with Valdez. Flirting and blushing didn’t mix well with the poor boy.

“Umm, thanks.” She saw Percy nod in her peripheral vision, but his posture was too stiff to be comfortable while nodding. She was surprised he didn’t pull a muscle when he moved his head. Looking back on it, Y/N almost wished he did, then maybe her plan would have actually succeeded.

“I’m sorry.”

“About what?” he asked, he was looking where she had been earlier. The two children had changed games and were now playing leapfrog.

She sighed, this was a lot harder than she had thought. How could she apologize for something, when she didn’t even know what she had done wrong. “For everything, I shouldn’t have treated you that way, especially after all we had experienced together.”

“It’s alright. I suppose I understand. Annie had put it in perspective for me.”

He was such an idiot.

The apology had been going so well. Then he had to mention her. Y/N had liked Annabeth Chase before the incident, in fact they had been good friends. But then she just had to start rubbing it in Y/N’s face, about how she had 'chickened out’ and how she just couldn’t keep up with the rest of them. It boiled Y/N’s blood to no end.

Taking in a deep breath, she attempted to calm herself down. Y/N couldn’t lose her temper now. Not when she was so ready to start her plan. “That’s good.” Y/N choked out, her voice sounded hoarse and Y/N was praying that Percy didn’t notice.

She felt her nails dug into her palms as she tried to think of what to say to make this situation better. She opened her mouth right when Percy did, causing them both to start chuckling awkwardly.

“You go first,” Percy said with a gesture.

Y/N shook her head, she did not want to go first. It was like confessing your secret crush to the person you liked, it could go both ways. You could either get rejected or be in a relationship with the person you want to be with. But instead, Y/N was only risking her pride and her whole entire plan all in one question. She felt that this was more nerve racking than any other kind of rejection. “Fine, I’ll go first.” She said when Percy shook his own and refused to speak. She breathed a shaky sigh and closed her eyes, Percy could finally see how nervous she was and Y/N realized that she was in fact scared. “I don’t know if this is moving too fast. But do you… Do you maybe want to try our friendship again? It’s just a suggestion, but I’d really love it if you’d consider it and you don’t have to answer now. Take as many days as you want to think it over.”

Percy started to laugh and Y/N’s heart sunk. Nemesis, she really was acting like a twelve year old with a crush. She pursed her lips and turned around so Percy couldn’t see her tears of frustration. Her face felt hot of embarrassment. She had never wanted to cringe at herself more in her entire life. “You know, just because you think the idea is ridiculous doesn’t mean you have to laugh.” She shut her eyes again, but regretted it a few seconds later when she felt the tears she had been trying so hard to hold in fell. All that time wasted planning for something that didn’t even get past Step One.

“Wait, no,” Percy said and raised his hand to put around her shoulder when he heard her sniff and hastily wipe her face. Percy was alarmed. He knew first hand how hard it was to make Y/N cry, but here she was crying over a rejection that Percy didn’t even mean to make. “Y/N, I would love to try to be friends with you again. I was laughing because I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Y/N turned around and gave him the dirtiest look she had ever given him (and there’s been a lot of dirty looks). “Nemesis, you are so annoying, fish poop.”

“Fish poop? That’s a new one.” Percy nudged her with his elbow and scooted closer to her, “Come here, I haven’t hung out with you in forever and you haven’t experienced my improvement in hugging.”

Y/N snorted, reminiscing the memory. Percy and her had been young, around 12 or 13 and they had just escaped the Cyclops when Percy had hugged her. He had always been a good hugger, but Y/N had refused to admit it at the time and still liked to tease him about it.

Shaking her head, she laughed, “I still can’t believe you hugged me then got blasted off the cliff by a Cyclops. I thought you were dead and felt way too guilty about those words being the last words I ever said to you.”

“Ya, what the hell was that, tiny nightmare! I finally build up the courage to hug you and you reject me.” Percy clicked his tongue at the girl and brought her closer with one arm while he poked her in the stomach with the other. Y/N squirmed at the contact but then rolled her eyes and rested her head on Percy’s shoulder. She could almost hear Rachel’s taunting voice in her head, teasing her about how she should have just talked to him about what she felt. But it was too late now, she had to continue on even though she almost didn’t want too.

Step Two: Make him trust you.

Fridays were at Camp were scary. Everyone was always watching their backs for some Ares kid gone rogue or an Athena child deciding that 'you’ are somehow the reason why their plan isn’t working.

After a rather interesting accident between an Ares kid [ it’s always them, isn’t it? ] and one of Y/N’s siblings, she had taken refuge in the Iris Cabin. Rachel was staying there for the Summer as Chiron had finally given into Dionysus’ wishes and had asked some Hephaestus and Aphrodite kids to help rebuild and decorate the Big House. But Y/N secretly really enjoyed the Iris Cabin, it was much brighter and prettier than her own cabin. Plus, there were less threats being thrown around and-as selfish as this sounded-Patrick wasn’t around to whine about her not playing with him.

Knocking on the door, she waited for a quick second before pressing her ear against the wood. It was better to be safe than sorry, right? Afterall, this was a camp full of horny teenagers with beds. How did no one else see that this was a bad idea?

“Y/N?” She heard someone behind her. She felt her face heat up rapidly, how was she going to dodge questions about this? It was such an awkward situation to be in, yet alone converse about it.

It’s not like they wouldn’t ask questions either, they were bound to be confused. Groaning on the inside, she reluctantly turned.

“Do I even want to know what you were doing?” Percy asked, she was surprised to hear the amused tone in his voice.

Y/N almost scowled before she felt her face get warmer as she shook her head. No way in hell would she tell Percy Jackson what she was doing. Sure, they may be 'friends’ but that didn’t mean she liked him.

The porch situation had just been a moment of weakness, but it didn’t help her conscience any less. Y/N had been worrying about it all night, but she had convinced herself that she had just been in a weak emotional state and had taken in any comfort she could.

Because it wasn’t like she could actually like him?

She almost laughed at the thought. “What do you need?”

“What am I not aloud to see my new-no, not new. What the hell is our friendship even called?”

Y/N snorted, “If only you knew.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said with a shake of her head, “I know you well enough, kelp head. What is it that you need?”

“I heard that the Nemesis cabin is partnered up with Poseidons’ for Capture the Flag and was wondering if you wanted to help spy on the Athena Cabin with me?”

Turning back to the Iris Cabin longingly, she wondered how much longer she needed for her plan to work. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand Percy’s presence.

She was about to reject him when an image of Annabeth and Percy kissing in the labyrinth popped into her head and suddenly she was nodding vigorously.

Percy grinned, blindingly and suddenly her actions hit her all at once. She needed to stop these stupid, thoughtless decisions. It was going to ruin her plan and all that hard work could not go to waste because some emotions got in the way.

She had already screwed up in the infirmary, she was just lucky it turned out alright.

“So,” Percy said as he threw an arm around her shoulders and brought her closer. She prayed to Nemesis that Percy couldn’t hear her heartbeat where he was because it was too loud for her comfort. “Does tiny nightmare, have a plan for tonight?”

“Yes, she does. Hiding inside the Iris Cabin with Rachel and praying to the Gods that no Ares kid finds them.”

Percy guffawed, then realized she wasn’t joking and stared at her for a few seconds, “Wait, have you been playing in the last few games?”

Y/N shook her head, “No, I stopped after the war.”

Percy opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and turned forwards. It felt weird not feeling the comforting presence on her side, but she didn’t know why. She hadn’t been within a three foot radius of him since last year, yet after a few minutes the distance felt weird.

“You shouldn’t let fear control your life.” Percy looked so uncharacteristically serious, she almost forgot it was him talking.

“Oh,Yeah? When did you become so prophetic, kelp head?”

She had forgotten how boring Capture the Flag could be. The Nemesis Cabin had lost the coin toss between the Apollo Cabin and now Y/N and her siblings were stuck guarding the flag along with some other cabins.

She really regretted coming out tonight.

Percy had forgotten about her the second he called their team in for planning. She was bitterly reminded of yesteryear.

Covering her eyes from the sun, she tried to blink away the green glare. She was still in shock of what had happened earlier. How could she have been so stupid? She had warmed up to Percy and obviously there were consequences.

Y/N was surprised at herself. She had forgotten about one little knot in her plan.

Y/N still cared for Percy.

It was weird how she hadn’t considered it before. She supposed she had been so blinded by anger the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind.

But it still didn’t make the situation any better. Now she was going to have to work extra hard to make her plan work. Y/N was going to make herself hate him. But she didn’t know how.

How do you hate someone you still care about?

Almost laughing out loud at herself, she shook her head. Why was she even continuing on with the plan in the first place?

'Just because you care about him doesn’t mean he cares about you,’ a little voice in her head said. 'Wasn’t he the one who left you behind? If he cared about you he wouldn’t leave you. But look where he is now, not with you.’

“Y/N?” A hand waved in front of her face, she groaned and shook her head. Everything was so blurry and along with that she had a major headache. She turned her head to see a Hypnos kid, she distantly remembered him as Clovis. “Hey, you fell asleep. You are a heavy sleeper. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up from the screams and shouts from the Blue team. I can’t even sleep through that and that’s saying something.”

They won. Oh nemesis, and Y/N had slept through it. How had she slept through it?

Clovis asked her something else, but she only nodded. Y/N needed to find Rachel. Rachel was surprisingly good at remembering her dreams and she was hoping that maybe she could help her remember hers.

“Ya, ya, thanks Clovis.” She said while getting up, “I gotta go, right now. But I’ll see you later, ya?”

Running towards the pavilion, she dodged campers heading to either their cabins or their daily activities. She sighed impatiently as two girls in front of her walked exceptionally slow, they were talking about something ridiculous that she would have laughed at if she didn’t want to find Rachel.

“Y/N! Hey! Y/N!” Turning around, she saw Patrick run up to her with the biggest grin she had ever seen. He had the flag wrapped around his shoulders which could only mean one thing. “Where were you? Did you hear? I can’t believe I did that. I kicked Clarisse’s butt! You should have seen her face! It was the funniest thing I had ever seen.”

Y/N felt herself unconsciously smile as he went on and on about how he heroically saved the Blue Team from losing. After hearing for the third time how he snatched the flag from right under Clarisse’s nose, her mind started to wonder. She saw Lacy talking with on Patrick’s friends, two naiads bickering over who’s trees were cleaner, but then she spotted Percy receiving pats on the backs from other boys.

If it were any other situation Y/N wouldn’t have cared. But it was the way they were all acting, it reminded her way too much of the day after the war. The day Y/N’s life flipped upside down.

Pretending to listen to Patrick about whatever he was babbling on about now, she caught a bit of their conversation as they walked past.

He hadn’t even noticed her, again.

“Bro, that was such a good save.”

Percy laughed, “Calling everyone bro isn’t going to pick up chicks.”

“Shut the hell up, man. Why’d you give all that credit to that kid. He didn’t do anything, just grabbed the flag and ran it back.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, she felt like she had just been slapped in the face. Her stomach was in her mouth and everything was blurred together like some kind of painting, except the brush strokes were all wrong. Everything about the painting was wrong.

“Y/N,” she heard her brother call, but he sounded further away as if she was stuck in a fish tank and he was on the other side. “Y/N, are you alright?”

A whimper left her mouth, not again. The flashbacks couldn’t start again. She needed to sit down.

Twirling around, she ran into people as she searched frantically for ground that wasn’t covered with people. Everything was just happening too fast. People were calling her name or yelling when she bumped into them. She swore she heard Percy call her name worriedly, but that to have been just her imagination.

Finally finding a grassy area where no people were, she fell onto her knees on it. Panting on her hands and feet, she gasped for air. She felt as if she was going to throw up but she couldn’t, she wasn’t. Y/N wasn’t sick.

Gripping the grass between her hands, she tried to calm herself down. She took in deep breaths and focused on the feeling on the dirt and grass on her skin, the sun warming her up.

After repeating those steps a few times, she finally confident enough to sit against the tree trunk next to her without throwing up. But when she tried to move, she felt a hand holding up her hair and another hand steadily stroking her back. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and almost kicked the person behind her in self defense. But then she realized that a monster couldn’t get in the border and most certainly, would not be trying to calm her down.

Turning around, she saw Percy kneeling down next to her. The second she saw him she almost jumped away. The sick feeling was back again.

“Are you alright?”

Staring at him in disgust for a few moments, she wondered how he lived with himself. How could he be so selfish to willingly take people’s credit? Nemesis, she needed to get away from him. His presence was making her skin crawl.

But she couldn’t say anything now, not when her plan was going to well.

“What’s wrong?”

Gods, she was done with the plan. She was done with him. Y/N just wanted it to be over and to never have to see him again. “I hate you.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I hate you and I want you to get away from me right now.”

Percy was silent for longer than she had thought. Rolling her eyes, she pushed him away. “It shouldn’t take you that long to process it. I’ve told you many times before.”

“But-”

“Nuh, uh, uh,” she shook a finger at him, “No buts. Just go away and leave me alone.”

“Wait, but Y/N-”

“Did you not hear me before? I want you to leave.” When he didn’t leave, she sighed dramatically and tried to calm her shaking fingers. If he didn’t leave in a few seconds she was going to start crying and she was not going to cry in front of him. “Nemesis, you’re like an annoying fly that I can’t shoo away.”

Percy almost laughed but looked so hurt it didn’t even sound like one. Guilt climbed up into her throat and started to choke her.

Then he left. Just like that, within a blink of an eye he got up and started to walk away.

Step Three: Give him what he deserves.

Y/N had a weird choice of music. She liked to listen to any song-as long as there was the sound of rain in the background. It didn’t matter if it was actually raining and she decided to open her window ( no matter how much her siblings complained ) or it was playing on her phone.

It was actually weird how any song could go with the sound of rain. Y/N could be listening to Classical Music to 80s Alternative to Hard Metal Rock, but somehow it all just flowed.

Giggling to herself, she turned around in her bed and attempted to fall asleep again. Y/N had gone to bed early that night. She had accidentally fell asleep crying around 5, missing dinner in the process but feeling better than she had in awhile. It was like a load of stress had just melted off her shoulders.

Patrick was sleeping next to her. They had moved their beds beside each other when he hurt his leg. Y/N remembered doing it when they were younger, before they had known they were demigods, when things were more simple. Patrick would sometimes sneak into her bed late at night. He would try to be as quiet and graceful as he could, but he somehow would always wake her up. Sometimes they would play cards under the candles Y/N bought and placed around her room during her witch phase.

However, for the past week, it had been Y/N initiating their sleeping circumstances.

Y/N had made an excuse about her being worried about her little brother being injured, but she had a feeling Patrick knew the truth. Afterall, the entire Camp had heard about what had gone down between Y/N and Percy.

The girl sighed and turned back around, she could not find a comfortable sleeping position for the life of her. It got to the point where she had moved so much that Patrick had complained and Y/N had forced herself to stay still even though she could feel her arm going numb.

However, it seemed that whenever she felt like she was about to fall asleep, a noise outside would wake her up. The first time, it had been someone talking too loudly with someone else. She wondered how the furies didn’t catch them.

The second time, it was someone cursing followed by something heavy falling in a bush. Sitting up, she popped her ears popping that would somehow improve her hearing.

Allegedly, it didn’t and Y/N was left with wondering who would be trying to climb up the Nemesis Cabin. She debated waking Patrick up, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good. He would probably only run around and wake up other campers which would only make Chiron or Dionysus mad.

Still debating in her head, she moved her head back and forth before finally getting up with a whimper. She did not want to die today. Y/N felt like she was in some murder mystery, but she was the dumbass who died first going to check out the murderer.

Her room was dark. Splaying her hands out in front of her, she walked towards her window like a zombie. She heard her heartbeat ram against her chest in distress as she glanced back at Patrick. Maybe she should have woken him up.

Shaking her head but stopping in her steps anyway; she wondered how she was going to get back without falling-especially if there was a killer on the loose.

A banging on the window brought her out of her thoughts. Freezing in her steps, she looked back at Patrick again. This was ridiculous. She was a demi-god, for Pete’s sake. Not just a demi-god, but Nemesis’ daughter at that.

When Y/N was a few feet away from the window, she forced her feet to stay put but leaned forward so her hands could unlock the window. She looked like a banana with arms.

However, just as she was about to unlock the window, it opened itself. Flinching away, she almost jumped five feet in the air, resembling a kangaroo. Too bad her landing wasn’t as graceful. She landed on her but, scrambling away from the window.

A figure climbed through and Y/N thought she was about to cry. Her eyes scanned the room, wildly, looking for anything to defend herself with. “What the hell are you doing on the floor?”

A breath Y/N didn’t know she was holding escaped her once she recognized the voice. Her hands were still shaking and she was sure the adrenaline wouldn’t leave for a while but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to care. She was too occupied with wondering what the hell Percy Jackson was doing in her room. Especially since their last encounter ended just as badly as she had anticipated.

“Would you be quiet?” Y/N harshly whispered, and stood up. “Patrick is still sleeping. But why I am on the floor is none of your concern.”

Y/N knew Percy enough to know he didn’t believe her but she couldn’t care less. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned back to her bed. Y/N had already had a big scare tonight, she didn’t need anymore drama. Besides, who the hell climbed into someone’s room at 3 in the morning. She was sure whatever Percy needed to discuss could wait until the morning. “Is anyone hurt?”

“No.”

“Dead.”

“What? No.”

“Shh,” Y/N finally turned around to face him, “Then what are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk to you.”

“And it couldn’t wait until the morning?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, I think it can wait.” Y/N gave him a sarcastic smile, she was so done with him. She had told him how she felt and he didn’t even have the audacity to listen to her. Nemesis, she wasn’t even surprised.

“Well, I don’t think it can.” Percy said and grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn towards him. It was the first time she had seen his face since last week and she didn’t feel any remorse. Her eyes narrowed and her lips picked up into a sneer but he didn’t even flinch.

Gods, she hated him.

Why couldn’t he be like everyone else and leave her alone when she made it obvious that she didn’t enjoy their company. Before she disliked him, she had enjoyed his persistence to be her friend. But now more than ever, she hated it.

She didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Her plan had already failed and they would never be friends again. “Come on, revenge expert, you know how stubborn I am. Either we talk or I’m not leaving your room.”

Staring at him like he was crazy-he was-for a few seconds, she looked around the cabin. Her siblings were still all sleeping soundly somehow and she really didn’t want to wake anyone up. Nemesis, knew what they would do to her if anyone woke up. “Fine, but can we talk somewhere else?”

He cocked his head to the side and looked to be debating something inside his head before he finally shrugged. Leading the way, she had to pretend to know that she wasn’t stumbling and stepping over random things gracefully. Pride can be a dangerous thing.

The nighttime air was surprisingly warm that night which Y/N was thankful for. The conversation would have been much, much worse if she had to stand outside with the looming thoughts of furies overhead while suffering through a very awkward conversation.

Nemesis, she was still debating if she should lie to him.

“Alright, Jackson. What did you need to discuss?”

“Why do you hate me?” Raising her eyebrows, she did her best to seem surprised at the question. Y/N knew had seen it coming after the discussion they had earlier that week but she still couldn’t think of how to answer his question without giving the truth away.

Shuffling her feet and looking down, she avoided eye contact. She couldn’t bare to look at him while she was talking-and she had to answer soon. Feeling her muscles tense up when she couldn’t think of anything, she thought of the best excuse she could within a span of a few seconds. “Umm, I-Listen, Percy. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, truly,” she added when he gave her a look. “I just… I had gotten mad at something and I had taken it out on you. I’m so sorry. It was entirely unfair of me to get mad at you for something you hadn’t even been apart of.”

Biggest lie of the last millennia. Gods, she could practically feel her nose growing a few more inches.

Percy went silent for a few minutes. It only made her feel more nervous as time went on. He looked almost disappointed by what she had said, as if she were a child telling their parent that the cat had knocked over the glass vase and broke it-not them. “Rach told me everything.”

Staring at him blankly, she tried to process what he had said. It was like her brain had been super glued and the only way for it to work was moving.

She froze then started moving all at once. Bumbling profusely, and moving to run away from him Percy caught her just in time and brought her to his chest.

“Leave me alone! Let me go!” She started to pound his chest and kick as much as she could but he only held onto her tighter. Sobs racked her chest but she felt as if a huge load had suddenly been lifted off her shoulders. It was purely exhausting trying to fight him, but she didn’t stop. “Let me go! I hate you!” But soon her shouts slurred together and her fighting slowed down.

She was just so tired.

Especially after she realized Percy was trying to comfort her. He had been rocking her back and forth while petting her hair. She felt oddly like a child.

Her breathing slowed down as she let herself sob into his chest and hug him back. “I hate you. I hate you so much.”

Percy didn’t say anything, he only started to rub her back.

A MONTH LATER

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time her and Percy had talked but she was finding that she preferred it that way. They would occasionally bump into each other and it seemed Percy would want to say something, but Y/N would be too busy almost falling over air to try to get away from him to notice.

Rachel had tried to get them to mend their friendship, but Y/N was way too embarrassed to even look at him. She didn’t understand, Rachel had never understood.

Sighing contentedly, she placed down her cards, “Sorry, Rach. Straight in diamonds. Read them and weep.”

“What the hell?” Rachel whined throwing her hands up in the air, “How are you so good at cards?”

Y/N looked at her weirdly and scoffed, “I live year-round in a pro-longed Summer Camp with no technology. What do you think I do during the school year. Homework?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. If I saw you actually work for something I think I would die of shock.”

Gasping in mock outrage, she placed an offended hand to her chest, “I would say something witty if it weren’t true. But I can’t think of anything.”

Rachel snorted and threw a pillow at Y/N, almost knocking her off the bed to the point where half of her body was hanging off. “Oh Gods, help me! I’m going to fall of the bed and die!”

Rachel started to laugh, “You can’t even work when you are about to die, eh?”

“Shut the hell up, firetruck and help me get up!”

Rachel only tried to push her off more when the door opened and in came Butch Walker. The poor boy was more than confused but chose not to say anything, which Y/N was thankful for-especially when she fell on the floor.

“Hey,” he paused once he grabbed his sweatshirt and was on his way out, “Do you wanna go to the bonfire with the rest of us? The Iris Cabin gets to roast marshmallows tonight and we could sneak you a s'more.”

Y/N looked at a sniggering Rachel who nodded but laughed harder in return and Y/N grabbed the pillow and threw it at her. “Sure, Walker. We’ll be out in a second. I need to grab a jacket and make sure Rachel gets out without falling over laughing.”

Rachel stuck her tongue out at her friend while Butch laughed quietly, “Sure thing.”

The air outside was way too chilly for Summer, a stark reminder that Fall was coming. The jacket she had grabbed was a zip-up hoodie, the kind that always seemed to stick out in the worst places and Rachel had plenty of fun poking at it.

Swatting her hand away for what seemed like the 20th time, Y/N bumped her hip, “Wanna go swimming tomorrow? I bought a new swimsuit at the Camp Store and it-”

“Does it actually fit this time?”

“Shut up,” Y/N said and pushed her. The last swimsuit she had bought had been a little too small and the top had fallen off when she had jumped off the dock. It hadn’t been as embarrassing as it seemed as no one else but Rachel had been in the water-thank the Gods. But Y/N still hasn’t found the missing suit to this day.

Y/N had had a amazing retort in mind, but the words had lay forgotten once she saw the scene in front of her. Percy was being held up by a bunch of boys from the Hephaestus Cabin and shouting.

She had forgotten it was Friday. His team must have won Capture the Flag. She made a mental note to ask Patrick who had won and made a bee-line too the fire pit. Grabbing Rachel’s hand so she wouldn’t lose her in the crowd, she tried to get through the massive crowd of Campers. Nemesis, they smelled.

“Rach, do you see Butch?” Y/N stood on her tippy-toes to try to see over the heads of kids but she couldn’t see a thing.

“Yeah, hold on,” she said and ducked under an arm. Y/N was forced to follow and could only briefly apologize to the people she bumped into before she was pulled away.

“Y/N! Wait, Y/N!” Y/N turned around at the mention of her name to see Percy making his way towards her. Her eyes widened and she turned around quickly, passing a confused Rachel and now pulling her towards the Camp fire.

Fortunately, Percy hadn’t caught up to them in time and Y/N made it to the fire in record time. She stole a roasted marshmallow from Butch, who looked mildly offended but only poked her with the stick.

“He never says anything, haven’t you noticed?” Y/N asked and nodded towards Butch. Rachel only shrugged as she snagged a bar of chocolate and handed a piece to Y/N.

Feeling a poke behind her, she expected to see Butch but only saw a grinning Patrick. He quickly hugged his sister, something that he didn’t normally do. Y/N raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything and hugged him back. His leg hadn’t healed fully yet, Will had gave him crutches and a cast. The former not with him which was probably the reason as to why he was holding onto her.

“What’s up, little Y/N?” Rachel said with a grin that Patrick only shyly glanced away at. He had had a crush on Rachel since they had met. It was the most hilarious thing to watch, especially when he tried to show off.

“Y/N, I need to show you something.”

“Now?”

“Yes, come on. Rachel can come.” Nemesis, he didn’t know how bad he had it. He had a bad habit of smiling every time he said her name or someone else did.

“Just follow the kid.” She had a soft spot for him too.

Patrick lead her further into the crowd, it was only once they were in the very front did she see what was happening. Percy, and some other campers were up on the stage where Apollo kids usually led the camp songs.

Looking at Rachel, she wondered what the hell was going on when she remembered what the date was. It had been a full year since the war. Nemesis, she was surprised she hadn’t noticed or that no one had said anything.

After a few more minutes of waiting, they finally got everyone’s attention. “Hello, everyone!” Percy started by stepping forward, “As we all know, today is the anniversary of the Titan War.”

After Percy spoke of the tragedies of the war and reminded everyone about the bravery of these very young kids, other campers spoke about those they lost which was followed by a few minutes of silence.

Y/N looked around to see the younger campers getting antsy and Y/N was proud to see Patrick condoling a younger one. “Thank you for those few moments of silence. Percy will now announce a new Camp Tradition we will start today so that we can forever be reminded of our fellow heroes.”

Y/N started to blank out, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate with each word and she found her mind wandering about the most random stuff. It could be about what they were doing tomorrow, or if there were any marshmallows left, or how fun it would be to yell in a microphone.

However, she was brought out of her thoughts when she heard her name being called and people cheering. Y/N was pushed by Rachel and then she was walking up to the stage.

“Percy,” she whispered once she was next to him, “What are you doing.”

“Giving you the credit you deserve.” he said and walked back up to the microphone, “Y/N is one of the most courageous, kindest, and skilled person I know. She has been at my side since the beginning. We found the lightning bolt, sailed the Sea of Monsters, held the sky together, survived the Labrinth, and fought in the Titan War.” Y/N couldn’t pay attention after that, she was too busy smiling. She felt warm all over as if someone had placed a blanket over her.

She couldn’t stop smiling, even hours later and the campers were finishing up the Camp song. She felt Rachel nudge her side, but she didn’t want to bask in Rachel’s smugness. She needed to find Percy.

Snaking through the crowd, she found him sitting and talking to Grover on a bench. Percy didn’t notice her presence until, Grover got up and bid his goodbyes. He had a knowing look on his face and Y/N wanted to laugh. She had missed him.

“Hey.”

“Can I sit?” Percy nodded and drew something in the dirt with a stick that still had marshmallow goop on it.

“Thank you for what you did. It meant a lot.”

“I meant it all. You deserved it and I’m sorry for not noticing it before.”

“It’s alright.” Y/N said with a laugh, “Gods, this is awkward, isn’t it?”

“You think?”

“I just, it’s weird. I don’t understand you at all. I told you I hated you and then you go and do this for me.”

“But you had a legit reason to hate me.”

“Ya, you’re right.” Y/N said bluntly making Percy laugh, “What do we do now?”

“Well, I want to try to be friends. If you’ll have me?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, he was such a kelp head sometimes. “Of course, you sea slug. What did you think I was going to say?”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me! You’re incredibly confusing!”

Y/N scoffed, “You’re one to talk.”

“How am I confusing?”

“You’re right. You’re just completely oblivious.”

Percy stuck his tongue out at her before scooting closer to her. It was weird having their things touch again, comforting but exhilarating at the same time.

Smiling goofily, she turned towards Percy. He had been trying out the yawn and reach trick but had been caught half-way through. His mouth was still in mid-yawn and his arm was just above her shoulder. It was hilarious how he stopped but then kept going as if she didn’t notice.

Rolling her eyes but cuddling into him, she smiled. He could be such an idiot sometimes.

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