Olivia Anworth liked to know everything. She knows nothing about Percy Jackson.
Percy Jackson seemed to know nothing. He has no problem getting to know about Olivia Anworth.
Annabeth Chase thought she knew everything. Alice Rosario changed that.
Ali...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝟑: 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫
May 29, 2018
THE NEWS OF WHAT HAPPENED IN THE BATHROOM SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE THROUGH CAMP.
Olivia happily walked alongside Percy, Alice, and Annabeth, the latter of whom was still soaked. For some reason that Olivia couldn't place, Annabeth refused to change.
They showed Percy a few more places, like the metal shop, where Hephaestus' kids were forging swords, or the arts-and-crafts room, where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of Pan. They also showed Percy the climbing wall, shaking violently as boulders and lava shot down.
Eventually, they returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.
"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."
"Annabeth," Percy sighed, "I'm sorry about the toilets."
"Whatever."
"Annabeth," Olivia called warningly.
"It wasn't my fault," Percy huffed.
Annabeth looked at him skeptically, and Alice sighed. "I'm gonna go talk to my dad," she said, and it was evident in her tone she was trying to get away.
"See you later, Alice," Olivia said, waving as the other girl walked away.
"You need to talk to the Oracle," Annabeth told Percy.
