Percy Jackson had just arrived at camp with Grover, his best(goat??) friend. He met a girl named Annabeth and they also became good friends, and she was quick to warn him about you.

And the rumors regarding you.

A better swordsman than Luke Castellan.

Meaner than Clarisse La Rue.

Better looking than Piper McLean.

Percy heard these rumors, and definitely decided to stay far away from you. Though, conflict was unavoidable when it came to you.

He was sitting at the dining pavilion, getting a meal in before the capture the flag game, when he ran into you, dropping his plate and spilling his drink all over you.

Oh shit.