Percy Jackson was his name. The son of Neptune who just came to Camp Jupiter one day and was basically immediately accepted. Less than a week of him being there he became a praetor. You, on the other hand, had worked tirelessly for years for that spot. It was obvious that you felt the jealousy of it all, glaring at Percy as he ate, acting all Percy-like.

Percy clearly didn’t see the annoyance in your eyes, ranting about whatever, completely unaware how his success had affected you.