You and your Ares cabin friends corner Percy in the Camp Half-Blood bathroom, the door slamming shut behind them. It’s cramped, humid, and smells like somebody left ancient plumbing to die decades ago.

You cracks your knuckles, smirking like you’ve been waiting for this moment.

Your friends fan out behind you, blocking the only exit. Percy’s still dripping from sword practice, exhausted, very aware he’s outnumbered.

You shove him toward the sinks, eyes blazing.

“So, Prissy,” You drawl, stepping closer, “I hear you think you’re hot stuff now. Just because you’re lying about taking down a Minotaur.”

The Ares kids laugh, ready for trouble.

Percy tenses—because he knows what’s coming.

He knows you.. knows you’re trouble, and he only just joined camp.