Sadie didn't think much of the new kid, but Drew certainly did—acting as if they were old friends or something. Maybe they were or maybe they weren't. Whatever the case, he didn't seem to be enjoying the attention.

"So, how's everything at camp?" Drew prompted, giving what Sadie guessed what was supposed to be a dazzling grin, though it was a bit overkill.

"Pretty much the same as when you left," The boy-Percy, Sadie thought his name was-shrugged. "A week ago, right? Well, Katie's still mad at the Stolls, Clarisse is still terrorizing the new kids, and Annabeth's still hard at work."

"That must be difficult," Drew brushed her fingers over his hand. "I mean, it sounds like with all the time she spends on her new project, she doesn't have any left over for you."

What Drew really meant, Sadie knew, was: "You could do so much better, like… me!, for instance. I need a boyfriend, come to the dark side why don't you?"

"Not really," Percy moved his hands to his lap. "She has plenty time for me."

"Well," Drew tossed her hair over her shoulder. "It doesn't seem that way to an outsider looking in."

"It's not really an outsider's business, is it?" Not a question, more of a challenge.

Sadie's mouth tugged up at the corner. Well, he isn't totally suckered by her.

Drew fiddled with the hem of her skirt, pouting. "I was just making conversation. I didn't mean anything by it."

Sure you didn't. Sadie resisted slapping the girl upside the head.

Percy turned sheepish. "Sorry for snapping at you like that," he apologized.

Ok, so he's not completely immune, but hey, what guy is?

Drew gave a tentative smile (acting, Sadie knew, for there was no way 'tentative' was what Drew was really feeling).

"You obviously know your way around here," Percy said. "Why don't you tell me who's who?"

Drew perked up immediately. "Well," she said, and so began Drew's biased, narrow-minded tour of most of the student body.

Sadie tuned in and out of the conversation; hearing, and giving the occasional wince, at jabs aimed toward perfectly fine classmates and Brooklyn Housemates.

"Walt Stone, is like, super cute, but I think he's sick or something—at least, he was the last time I got a good look at him. All yellow-eyed and kind of hollow looking."—that one was particularly vicious and it took all of Sadie's restraint to not barge in and say, "Yeah? Well, you don't look so good yourself." Walt's sickness, although long gone, was still a bit of a touchy subject.

Percy didn't look so fond of the description either, saying, "Has he seen a doctor? Is it something serious?"

Drew just shrugged. Don't know, don't care.

Sadie's attention sharpened up again when she heard her name. "And that girl behind us, that's Sadie Kane. Don't waste your time on her."

"Why?" Percy frowned. "I think she looks nice."

"Yeah, Drew, why?" Sadie leaned forward, finally joining the conversation.

"For one," Drew sent a pointed glare at Sadie, "she eavesdrops."

"Kind of hard not to overhear," Sadie rolled her eyes. "I'm sitting right behind you."

Drew scowled

"Hey," Percy shot them both a nervous smile. "No need to get into it. Drew, we were talking relatively loud, and what you said was pretty rude."

Drew gave a snobbish, conceited noise in the back of her throat. "Trust me on this one, Percy. This freshman is a total nobody."

"I'm cool with nobodies. In fact," he added, "I am a nobody."

Sadie found that hard to believe. With his long, dark hair; deep, sea-green eyes; and muscular build, he was almost certainly what one could call a 'babe magnet'.

Drew, probably thinking something along those same lines, gave an indulgent smile—trying to put a quick end to this little spat. "No, Percy, you are most definitely not a nobody."

Percy blinked. "It depends on who you ask." He turned away from her. "So, Sadie, right?"

"Right." Sadie didn't think the coming conversation would be so bad—but who knew, right? Any friend of Drew's was automatically on Sadie's "Persons- To- Avoid" list.

"I like your hair," he said. Purple was this week's highlights color.

"Thanks," Sadie leaned forward a little—always the fool for a compliment. "I'm thinking of going teal, though."

"Nice," he grinned. "Hey, is that an accent I hear?"

"Yeah." Sadie was surprised. "British. I'm impressed you picked up on it. It's faded since I moved to America."

"Well," Drew cut in. "I'd best get going. Places to go, people to see, and study hall is almost over." Picking up her purse, and giving Percy a pat on the arm, she left. Obviously knowing when things were going in a downhill direction.

"So," Sadie watched her saunter off. "What unfortunate twist of fate led you to Drew?"

"Summer camp," Percy nodded at Drew's vacant seat—an invitation. "I shouldn't complain, though. There are worse people out there."

"Worse, maybe," Sadie admitted as she moved up a row. "More annoying… it'll take a lot of looking to find someone to replace Drew."

He laughed.

This might just be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Sadie thought.

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