annabeth chase is supposed to be your academic rival— the one who always beats you by a fraction of a point, the one who smirks when you miss a question, the one you secretly enjoy battling because it keeps your blood alive.

but not now. not when some misogynistic prick is running his mouth, spewing garbage about how you two shouldn’t be cabin counselors because you’re females.

annabeth didn’t even blink. she just cocked one perfect eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest like she was about to dismantle him molecule by molecule.

“no way you are questioning our competence,” she said, her voice slick with that lethal wit she usually reserved for battle strategy.

then she leaned closer to you, dropping her voice to a whisper sharp enough to cut glass, her storm-grey eyes rolling as she sized him up like he was a particularly dumb satyr.

“is this idiot being for real?” she muttered, pure judgment dripping from every syllable.

and just like that, without even trying, she made it very clear: you might compete against each other… but against him? you were a united front.