•Percy•

Note to self:

Never make a bet with Thalia Grace. Never

Unless you want to be either of the following:
1) publicly humiliated
2) a bad, just right out terrible, new public speaker
3) forced to say things against beliefs
Or
4) be eating dog food (don't ask)

Anyways,

Percy sighed, walking out of the horse stables.

Where's my shirt?

He thought, cautiously making his way to his abandoned breakfast.

"That was some show." A voice commented, clearly calmed, unalarmed by Percy's presence. Percy gasped, turning around. "Nico" Percy breathed, "You scared me." He continued sheepishly.

Nico gave him a smirk.

"What's the deal with you and Jake?" Percy questioned, blurting it out so randomly that Nico raised his eyebrow in confusion.

Percy, finding his shirt on the ground, waited patiently for his answer.

 "James." Nico corrected after several minutes, Percy let out a snort of amusement. "Whatever, I know something bigger is behind this. . ." Percy struggled to find the right words.

"Relationship? Partnership?" Nico suggested dully, Percy had yet to see the younger boys face, oblivious to Nico's winces as he said those words.

"I know there's something behind all this Nico. You can't just get a boyfriend out of thin air, who we've never seen you talk about,hung out with, or even shot glances at." Percy pointed out.

Nico sighed, "You're not as dumb as you look." He commented, nervousness lacing into his speech as he continued. "I'll tell you later, okay? After the plan works."

Percy looked from behind him, now looking at Nico.

"What are you planning, Neeks?" He asked, shooting him a sly smile. Nico returned the look, but his smile giving more evil, run-before-he-can-blink, vibe. Managing to avoid Percy's question, Nico looked at him. "Shh, it's a secret." He whispered mockingly.

Percy rolled his eyes in a playful manner, quickly slipping his shirt back on.

"Now if you excuse me," He said, "I have to go wash my mouth out, or grab a bar of soap and swallow it. Have to get those words out of my mouth." He explained, starting his jog to the kitchens.