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When Percy first comes into my range of vision, I feel a sudden and sickening mixture of hatred and butterflies. I don't know why, but I am simultaneously attracted to him, and repulsed at the very thought of the new boy, who goes by the name of Perseus Jackson. But who insists on going by the name of Percy.

I mean, come on, even his name screams utter dweeb. That poor soul, named after a famous son of Zeus. He will never live up to his name. His mom set up him for possible failure and a pending nervous breakdown.

I am arriving back to my cabin after training with my brothers and sisters. For the past two hours (but what seems like more), rumours have been spreading around camp, faster than MRSA in a hospital.

Silena walks up to me, and begins to chat to me about this Perseus boy. I just want to take a shower, to be honest. I mean, I am not exactly smelling of roses.

Of course, Silena is undeniably pretty. And I am not, obviously. But who cares? I can defeat her in practically all aspects of Camp Half-Blood, just like I can defeat nearly everybody else in combat. I am proud of that. I don't take crap from anyone, and nobody messes with me, unless they want to have their vital organs removed from their body, without anaesthetic.

Apparently, to most people at camp, I am scary and rumours fly at an unbelievable rate, claiming that I have anger problems.

I don't have anger problems. I have trust problems, and since I create so much controversy, people choose to see what they want to see. They want to see a girl with low self-esteem, and low self-worth. I am neither of those things. If anything, I am the complete opposite.

I don't need to be pretty to be confident, and because I am not pretty, I don't get hassle from boys, which is a relief.

"Did you hear the amazing news?"

"Huh?"

Oh, that is right. Silena is still there, chattering away. It is great to see people are listening, to what I have to say.

"He killed the Minotaur! I can't wait to see him! This is so exciting!"

Silena is really nice, that goes without saying, but she is very high energy.

I turn to my sister, Rowan in exasperation. It seems that we need to get comfy.

"Pass me the Gatorade."

"So Clarisse, what do you think?"

The words spill out of my mouth all at once.

"I think that he sounds like a cocky little ass-wipe."

Silena stares at me open-mouthed. Her eyes begin to well up. Suddenly, I feel like I have kicked a puppy.

"Oh I am sorry Silena, I didn't mean it like that."

I reach out to hug her, but she runs faster than those high heels should allow. I am impressed.

But I am not going to take my harsh words back, I speak the truth. And I think that he does sound like a cocky little ass-wipe.

He killed the Minotaur.

Big deal, I say. He probably got lucky. That is only the realistic possibility. Unless he is a son of the Big Three, but how likely is that?

Annabeth jogs down the hill with the newbie by her side, towards me. Great, I have to be sociable, and I smell. This is my perfect day.

She is showing him around Camp Half-Blood. He looks amazed yet puzzled at the same time. That look makes me want to punch him. Come on, boy, it isn't like this is the Lotus Casino and Hotel. It is a camp, nothing fancy.

I can tell he likes Annabeth. I sigh in complete and utter exasperation. This is nothing new. Call the editors at the Guinness World Book of Records. We have an original on our hands.

All the guys like Annabeth. I clench my fists in frustration.

But why did this hot, new guy have to like her as well. She can have any boy and I mean any boy she wanted. She has all the boys at camp under her spell, it is vile.

Annabeth suddenly pauses when she saw me. I sneer at her. Annabeth just raises her nose and introduces the newbie to me. Okay, Miss Priss, be a snob, I think to myself.

Seriously people, don't you understand, that I need to shower! Why make me be sociable at my hour of need?

I hate Annabeth. She and the rest of the Athena cabin, think they are so much better than us Ares kids, just because their mom is a total Einstein. Wow, what a surprise. The goddess of wisdom is intelligent. I didn't see that coming.

I grit my teeth.

"Clarisse, this is a newbie, obviously. Even you could tell that, with the limited amount of brain cells you have. I hope your Neanderthal brothers aren't rubbing off on you."

That did it. My patience to tolerate this irksome situation has surpassed a healthy level (not that I have much). I actually have a very low threshold of patience, extremely, extremely low. And Annabeth is really beginning to get under my skin.

It is one thing to insult me, but it is a completely different thing to insult my family. Let me at her!

My sisters Rowan and Steff hold me back. I feel like throttling her. I think I might actually throttle her. And this is not an isolated incidence; I have to put up with this every day.

"Poor breeding," Annabeth says with a sniff, her nose still up in the air.

I turn swiftly to look at the newbie. If I spend one more minute, seething at Annabeth, I will explode.

He has raven black, shaggy hair. His eyes are the colour of the sea and just as unpredictable. They seem to change in colour from calm sea green to a stormy blue. Wow, I have to look up at him to see his face. And what a face it is. Also, he looks pretty muscular for a sixteen year old boy.

Okay, stop looking, Clarisse. The rest of the girls at camp may have no self-respect, but you do. And you won't have that any more, if you keep looking at him, like a freak.

"Percy, if you deign to look at this horrid looking specimen, you have officially met the horrible, dumb and annoying Clarisse, daughter of Ares," she told him.

Wow, that is a great use of vocab.

I turn to look at Annabeth. She is deliberately trying to get a rise out of me. As you can see, she is extremely immature.

Suddenly he blinks.

"Wait, so you are daughter of the war god?" he asked.

Inwardly, we all groan.

"No, I am the daughter of the god of Pansies."

"Wow, really? That is so cool!"

I search his face for any sign of sarcasm. When I don't find any, I become angry, because of his stupidity.

Outwardly, I sneer at him and say," That's it. I'm going to introduce you to the toilet."

I grab hold of him and start dragging him into the girl's bathroom. All the while, I am conscious of my need to shower.

I don't know what he is so worried about. The girls' bathroom is like paradise, compared to the boys, so really I am giving him a vacation.

He begins to kick and shout, but I don't let go of him. When I am beside the toilet, I pull his head down into the toilet.

But something very strange happens.

Water bursts out of every toilet and sink.

I am soaked.

So are Rowan and Steff.

Annabeth pokes her head in and gets soaked for her nosiness. It serves her right, really. But Percy is perfectly dry.

Not even the ground around him is wet. There is a circle of about five feet in width all around him, which is completely dry.

Before I can stare in wonderment, something completely bizarre (and I mean even more bizarre, than the toilets suddenly exploding) happens.

Water shoots rapidly out of one of the sinks and pushes my sisters and me out the door.

"Percy Jackson, you will pay for this!" I shout through the door.

With that, we run back to our cabin amidst taunts and giggles.

Our faces are burning with shame and embarrassment.

When we reach our cabin, we shut the door behind us and say in unison," I hate Percy Jackson!"

For the rest of the day, we take out our anger on a dummy with Percy's face drawn onto it. It is very satisfactory.

I still feel very conflicted between hatred and butterflies whenever I see him for the rest of the day. I have to admit he was kind of cute but I still want to pummel the little dweeb.

I swear that I will get revenge. I don't realise that I will get my revenge so soon. The other thing I don't realise, is that I feel terrible afterwards, even though it is due and completely deserved.

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