Double Life? Make it Triple

Chapter 13

A/N

So, uh, it's been two months. What a long time, right? Anyway, I should update the next chapter pretty soon (for real, this time. Probably), so yeah. I'll answer the reviews again at the bottom, and hopefully you'll like this chapter.

Enjoy!

Annabeth's POV

"Annabeth, can I talk to you for a minute?" I glanced up at my mom, who was standing in my bedroom doorway.

"Uh, sure," I said, gesturing for her to sit. "What about?"

She was wringing her hands, which was a sign of stress. "I've been thinking, and I think it would be a good idea if you got out of town for a while." I stared at her, seeing if she would continue. When she didn't, I knew she wanted my opinion.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked slowly, wondering what she wanted me to do. I had absolutely no idea what she was planning, although she always had my best interests at heart, so it couldn't be anything bad. Right?

"There's a camp. Camp Jupiter. I think you'd like it. It's a holiday camp, and school breaks up for two weeks next week, so it might be better than you staying here, owing all your gangs and such," she explained, looking at me with concern.

I mulled it over. It would be good to get out of the house for a while, with some different people around who didn't know who I was. The idea was beginning to appeal.

"I think I'll give it a shot," I said slowly, still thinking things through. What was the worst that could happen, right?

So that was how I ended up standing in a large building, which had amazing Greek-style architecture, disguised as Beth Charman. I hadn't wanted to come just as Annabeth, in case I was recognized. But back to the architecture, it was amazing. There were twenty cabins in two lines, which were all styled differently. I thought the silver and gold one looked nice. I'd spotted a volleyball pit and climbing wall on the way in, along with a big arena. Camp Jupiter. There were definitely heavy Greek and Roman influences on the design, with cool temples and such littered around the site. There were about twenty other teens in the room, and I doubted many more would show seeing as it meant to start in two minutes. At the front of the room, on a raised dais, stood a man who looked to be maybe in his mid-thirties. He had brown hair and a matching beard, and was in a wheelchair. He rolled forwards and cleared his throat.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Chiron, and welcome to Camp Jupiter. So, today is mainly to get settled in, and I-" He was interrupted by an oddly familiar blonde boy racing into the room, looking exhausted. He held up a hand, then bent over to catch his breath.

"Hi...sorry I'm late...broke down..." He panted out. I tried to figure out where I had seen him before.

Chiron looked amused. "What's your name?"

"Pierre," the boy replied. "Pierre Johansson." I did a double take, and peered closer at the boy. Pierre, Pierre...where did I know him from? I knew that I'd met a Pierre...

The dance. I'd met him at the dance. His eyes travelled across the room and landed on me. I watched his eyebrows furrow and raised mine at him, waiting for him to get it. He bounced over to where I was standing.

"Hey! Beth, right?"

"Yeah. And you're Pierre?" I asked mockingly. He flashed a wry smile.

"How'd you know?" He leaned back against the wall as Chiron addressed the group. "What brings you to Camp Jupiter?"

I shrugged, focusing my gaze on Chiron again. "I got bored."

"Really? I wish I could be bored, my life's pretty crazy."

I nodded seriously. "Oh, yeah. Arriving late to a holiday camp, how thrilling." He chuckled, and shook his head. "Very."

"...so if you'll follow me, I'll show you to the cabins and you can get unpacked." Both of us directed our attention back to the front as Chiron started leading everyone out of the room.

"Oh, uh, were we supposed to listen to that?" Pierre asked, smiling.

"Probably," I replied.

"Well, we better go before we miss out on even more."

"Yeah."

Turns out, we got on pretty well, which at least meant that I'd have someone to talk to for the duration of this camp. We were currently standing on the grass in between the cabins, and we were now able to choose our cabins. Chiron had said we could go wherever we wanted, boys on the left and girls on the right. I'd decided on the silvery gold owl themed cabin I'd noticed earlier, along with a few other girls. I unpacked quickly, and re-emerged into the lawn. I decided to try my luck talking to the other girl who had already finished.

"Hey, I'm Beth," I said as I approached her. She smiled back at me.

"Hi! I'm Katie. I'm the cabin next to yours," she said, pointing to the light brown cabin surrounded by vines and wild flowers. It looked beautiful, in a naturistic sort of way.

"That's cool. So, why are you here?"

Her expression soured. "Family problems. My mom, she's decided to make a sudden reappearance in my life and my dad thought it'd be easier for me to get out of the house for a bit."

"Your mom left you?"

Katie nodded grimly. "Yeah, when I was younger."

"I know how you feel," I began. "My dad, he didn't want me, and he's got a new wife now. I still live with my mom, though."

"We discussing family problems? Can we join the club?" I looked up and saw two boys walking towards us. They were identical, except for their height. They both had the same mop of curly brown hair, the same mischievous grins and same uplifted eyebrows, like they were planning on robbing your grandma.

"Travis Stoll, at your service," the taller one said, bowing. His brother (twin?) took the opportunity to hit the back of his head.

"I'm Connor. And before you ask, no we're not twins."

Katie pointed a finger at Travis, who raises his eyebrows at her. "I know you! Where do I know you from?" He shrugged in response, buffing his nails on his shirt hem.

"I dunno. I've never seen you before. I'm sure I'd remember such a pretty face."

Connor shoved him. "Dude, you just met her."

"Apparently not," his brother replied, grinning slyly. Connor shook his head.

"See what I have to put up with everyday?"

I heard a door slam, and my head whips towards the sound. Cabin 3, a massive blue building. Pierre grinned and waved sheepishly. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Nice one. I'm surprised the door didn't fall off."

He flexed his arm muscles jokingly. "These guns may be impressive, but not even I could break a door by slamming it."

"Whatever." Katie, Travis and Connor are grinning at us, and I felt slightly weirded out by them.

"What?" I asked self-consciously, inspecting my clothes for anything out of the ordinary.

"Oh, nothing," they said in unison, which added to the creepy factor.

Pierre glanced at me. "Are you feeling creeped out right now?"

"Very." He slung his arm over my shoulder and steered me away from them. "Let's go find some non-freaky people to hang with." I looked back over my shoulder and rolled my eyes while the others smirked at me. Whatever.

"So," he said, looking down at me. "Who'd you wanna talk to?"

"I don't know and I don't care," I replied, taking in the scenery. Luckily, we didn't have to stand idly for long, because Chiron came up behind us.

"Hello, you two. Are you ready for today's first activity?"

Pierre nodded eagerly, looking kind of like an excited child. "Yeah! What're we doing?"

"Someone's ebullient," I muttered. Chiron looked at me approvingly, probably because of my extensive vocabulary.

Pierre stared at me blankly. "What?"

"Ebullient," I repeated. "It means enthusiastic."

"How do you know that? Are you an alien?" He inquired, poking my head with one finger I swatted his hand away.

"Sorry, would you prefer effervescent?" That shut him up, and Chiron chuckled at our antics. He pointed at the forest bordering the camp.

"Capture the flag. I'll explain the rules when everyone's over there," he told us, and I nodded.

"Cool, let's go!" I let Pierre drag me towards the cluster of trees, mapping out the area in my brain. I felt like it would come in handy. Little did I know how right I was.

I was posted on defense, along with Katie and Travis, who kept arguing with each other.

"No one's going to be dumb enough to do that!"

"Hey, you never know! Someone might try and run through the middle of us three!"

"Oh my gods, you're an idiot."

"Yeah, well-" I tried to tune them out, but it didn't do much good. I was surprised no one had tried to steal our flag yet, because with two of our defenders preoccupied, there were plenty of angles to attack us from. A flicker of movement in the trees about ten metres to my right caught my attention. Whoever it was was making it horribly obvious that they were about to make a move.

"Guys, shut up." Of course, they didn't hear me. "Fine. I'll do this on my own, then." I tracked the person with my eyes, and realized that they were going to strike at the back, wisely between Katie and Travis. "HEY!" I shouted. The two turned to me. I pointed behind them. "Pay attention!" Their eyes widened, but I ignored that and jabbed my finger to Pierre, who was smiling and leaning against a tree behind them. I immediately rushed forward to tag him just as Travis sprinted past me, frantically gesturing for Katie to follow him.

"I guess your plan failed," I said to Pierre smugly as I motioned in the direction of our teams jail. He grinned at me, and started walking away.

"Look behind you, Charman." I did, and scowled at my stupidity. Pierre was a distraction; another camper was streaking back to their side with my teams flag. I rubbed my face in exasperation.

"I knew it was too easy," I mumbled, crossing my arms.

"And you were right!" He said helpfully. I flipped him off. "Well, that's not very nice, sweetheart," he added lightly. I froze, and stared straight ahead. I'd heard that line many times before. "Um, Beth? You okay?"

I shrugged it off. "Don't worry. You just...reminded me of someone." Pierre definitely wasn't Percy. He was too nice.

"Well, okay, if you insist," he said, then walked past me back to his side.

"Where are you going?" I called after him.

"To celebrate my victory. My team won, remember?"

"Yeah," I muttered under my breath. "How could I forget?"

"What was that?"

"Forget it!" I yelled at him. I could feel his smug aura from here. But I couldn't stop the grin from forming on my face, and I shook my head in amusement. Maybe camp wouldn't be so bad, after all.

I can't remember if Katie or the Stolls are in this previously, but if they are then just pretend they aren't. Also, since I'd already used the whole Half-Blood thing, I named the camp Camp Jupiter, so hopefully that's okay. So, to the reviewers:

1quintisfan - I'm glad you find it funny! So, I wasn't even sure Katie and Travis would be in this story, and then this idea just sorta happened and yeah. I'll see what I can do about Tratie ;)

Sally Stevens - I kinda based it off your idea, then just added in this extra stuff. Also, I'm glad I don't need to have the romance thing yet, but don't worry, I've got some stuff coming up I think you'll like.

neyongreen - Well, here ya go! Glad you like my story, and I'll try and update soon. For real, this time!

Demigod2004 - I'm happy you like it, and I'll try. I genuinely will.

Question of the chapter: What do you guys think of Pierre? ;) I'm sure most of you have figured out who he is by now, so I might use his POV in the next chapter.

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