If there was one thing that Percy knew for definite, it was that his hatred for you would never die. It was the only stable thing he could cling onto. How much he absolutely despised your guts, and how he thought you were he genuinely repulsive.

You were the exact same towards him, the hatred being the only thing you two shared in common. Practically every one in camp knew that you both had a rivalry, and to never interfere when you guys were having arguments.

So when news spread around camp like a wildfire that you had gotten into a fight, Percy was quick to react. He demanded to know where you were, and was immediately told you were by the lake after a camper confessed out of nervousness.

“What the hell happened back there idiot?” Percy asked, coming to loom behind you as you sat on the dock. He shifted beside you, still keeping a distance. “Did you at least win?” He prodded, a small smirk on his face as he knew you would have.