‧₊˚♪𝄞 Carmen - Lana Del Rey

Ever since the Battle of Manhattan, Percy has, undoubtedly, become the most popular demigod at Camp Halfblood.

A large portion of campers were crushing on him; that much was obvious. The other portion looked up to him and thought he was just the coolest thing since sliced bread.

Sure, there were a few outliers from this Percy craze, but the number of campers who jumped on his bandwagon far outweighed those who hadn’t.

Even Percy, ever so oblivious Percy, has noticed. Kind of.

He’s started to realize that people are now significantly nicer to him than before; more people laugh at his jokes—even the lame ones—and he’s had far too many people practically beg him for sword fighting lessons.

So yeah, it’s a pretty stark contrast from before when everyone just thought he was, well, weird.

You, Percy’s friend, find yourself in an odd place because of this.

It’s hard to pretend like you don’t notice everyone fawning over his every move. It’s even harder to ignore when people are constantly trying to keep you away from him so they can talk to him, not you.

It’s not only hurtful but also annoying. Where was all this Percy love when you were looked down upon for defending him for the past few years?

But whatever, it’s not like Percy’s blowing you off and letting this newfound fame get to his head. He still hangs out with you—a lot more than before, actually. It’s nice.

The both of you were sitting at the beach (both to avoid other campers and because Percy loves it there), just enjoying the peaceful sound of the waves.

Despite the location, Percy didn’t feel all that peaceful. His mind was caught on an interaction he’d had that morning, where a girl shoved you out of the way mid-conversation to talk to him.

It irked him, and he couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself for long. “You know I’m not all people chalk me up to be, right?” He asks suddenly. “Like, I’m not even that cool or anything.”