Double Life? Make it Triple

Chapter 15

A/N

Honorary Viral's actually uploading regularly! What the hell is happening, the apocalypse? I'm really starting to get into this story now, so hopefully I'll be uploading more. In the next few chapters, some stuff goes down (not so much in this one, but whatever), so enjoy the Bethierre (I've made that the official name) while it lasts, because I'm about to screw them over while they're on holiday. Sorry!

Enjoy!

Annabeth's POV:

I woke up and for a second forgot where I was. I started freaking out, but then I remembered; I was at camp. I hadn't been kidnapped by some random evil dude. Then I realized that I had been woken up by something, presumably, because a, it was the middle of the night and b, I could hear a faint rustling sound. Sitting up slowly, I glanced around and almost screamed when I saw a person standing right beside my bed. His eyes widened and he slapped his hand over my mouth.

"What," I began quietly. "Are you doing in my cabin at midnight?" He raised an eyebrow then gestured for me to follow him. I sighed but agreed, because I probably wouldn't get back to sleep anyway, so why not? Once we were outside, he held up two cans of shaving cream and a roll of duct tape. "What the hell is that for?"

"Okay," Pierre began, walking down the lawn between the cabins. I followed him, my interest piqued. "We're getting revenge on the Stolls."

"As good as that sounds, how are we going to pull that off?" I questioned, and noticed the bag that was hanging off of his arm. "What's in there?" I asked accusingly.

A wide grin spread across his face. "That would be the mustard."

"And why do we need mustard?" He whispered his plan to me, and I smiled. "You're a genius. An evil genius, but still a genius."

We snuck into Cabin 11, aka the residence of the Stoll brothers, and got to work. They had both conveniently chosen lower bunks on opposite sides of the cabin, which worked in our favor perfectly. He taped up Travis' bunk, while I taped in Connor. As soon as we'd taped around the entire bunk, we exchanged smirks and Pierre offered me the shaving cream.

"Why thank you sir," I giggled quietly, keeping my voice hushed.

"You're very welcome, ma'am." I cut a small hole in the duct tape and sprayed the shaving cream into the room I'd created. Surprisingly, neither brother woke up while they were being covered in foam. I dug through the supply bag and found the feathers. Cue the next stage of the plan.

"How are we gonna reach up there?" I asked. All the cabins had a fan that turned on whenever the light was on, and we needed to get up there and place the feathers on it.

Pierre crouched. "Get on my back, I'll lift you up. Grab the bag," he whispered back. I obliged, and gripped his shoulders as he stood up. The fan was right in front of me.

"Jeez, you're tall."

"I know. It comes in handy."

"For what?" I asked as I carefully placed the colorful feathers on the blades of the fan. "Putting feathers on fans?"

"Yeah." Once I was done I hopped off his back and grinned. "So, time for the mustard?"

"Of course." We ran the mustard bottle on anything they might touch; their suitcase handles, the outside of the duct tape, the door handle. And, of course, the light switch.

Pierre leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I think we're done here."

"Almost," I smirked, holding up the loudspeaker.

"Touche." We were standing right outside the cabin. Our plan was about to be set into action. We had to get the rest of the campers up first, though, to watch the Stolls' demise. Pierre lifted the loudspeaker to his mouth and began walking down the lawn. "Attention, campers! The best thing you will ever see in your life is about to go down, so GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!"

"You know they'll humiliate us just as badly once they get even," I pointed out.

"Do we care?" Pierre asked, eyebrows raised.

"Hell no!"

In a few minutes, we had a decent crowd of people gathered around the cabin.

Will was yawning. "Beth, Pierre...you better have a good reason for waking us up."

A girl in my cabin nodded. "Yeah, guys. If it's just to announce your new relationship, I'm going back to sleep."

"Trust me, you'll want to see this," Pierre assured them, then turned to face me. "You wanna do the honors?"

I smiled. "Gladly." Then I walked right up to the window and screamed into the speaker. "YO, WAKE YOUR LAZY ASSES UP!"

I turned to the crowd and held up a finger. Soon, the Stolls' started yelling. "They've just realized that they are covered in shaving cream." A switch flicked, and even more shrieking ensued. "That would be the mustard." The lights went on, and so did the fan "And finally, the feathers." Pierre smirked and opened the door. The two boys came running out, covered in shaving cream, mustard and rainbow feathers. Then they saw the crowd.

"Uh, hi everyone!" Travis said, waving. Connor rolled his eyes. They locked eyes with me, and I pointed to Pierre.

"His idea!"

He glanced at me shrewdly. "Thanks, Charman."

"Well, if you can't decide who it was, we'll just get revenge on both of you!"

"We'll be waiting," Pierre said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "But please, you two can't top that."

"Don't challenge them!" I hissed. "Now they're gonna take it seriously."

"They were gonna do that anyway. So now we're at war."

I nodded. "Alright, then. I hope you're ready to lose, boys!" I called towards the retreating Stolls. "You're going down."

"That's the spirit."

Percy's POV:

I was currently picking strawberries in the field with Katie. I hadn't gotten any sleep since Beth and I's epic prank, and I didn't think anyone else had either. "Jeez, I'm tired."

"That's what happens when you wake everyone up at midnight," Katie said dryly.

"And now I've gotta watch out for the Stolls. At least they'll have to wait 'til Beth and I are together, so they can't do anything now."

She snorted, and I looked up at her. "Yeah, but when are you two not together? They won't have to wait long." As I opened my mouth, she kept talking. "What's happening with you two anyway?"

"I...don't actually know," I told her honestly. We hadn't actually talked about what had happened yesterday. "It was probably a one off thing, heat of the moment, you know?" Katie stopped, put down her basket, and placed her hands on her hips.

"Okay, I'm not exactly an expert, but you two have great romantic potential. Do you like her?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. My life is pretty messed up, so it's not like would work after camp-"

"Pierre, sometimes you just have to live in the present, and not think about the future," she began, and I knew what she was saying was true, but I was great at running away from my problems, so why start facing them now? "Don't give me that look, go after her."

I stared at her accusingly. "Are you just trying to get us together so the Stolls' can prank us?"

"Hey, no, I'm Switzerland. I'm not on anyone's side."

"I'll go after Beth, on one condition," I said, a grin spreading across my face.

"What?"

"You take your own advice. I know you like Travis." She made a choking noise, and I was afraid I'd actually killed her, but then she replied.

"What makes you think that?" She said calmly.

"Please. I just know this stuff." What was I, some sort of love expert now? That was kinda far off, seeing as I'd never had a steady relationship. Or rather, I had, but then I'd joined the Half-Bloods and screwed it up.

She stared at me skeptically. "Fine. I'll admit it, maybe I do like him, but...he's just such an i***t sometimes!"

"Trust me, if a guy's acting stupid and making fun of you, he probably likes you." Kind of like my relationship with Annabeth, actually. Oh jeez, Percy, the reason you're on this camp is to not think about gang stuff. Especially her.

"Right. Well, Beth's on stable duty right now, and I can cover for you if you want."

"Thanks, Katie," I said, genuinely meaning it. "Good luck with Travis!" I added mischievously. She scowled at me. "Right, I'm leaving before you kill me, bye!"

I started walking down the hill, towards where Beth would be waiting. Well, not waiting, but where she would be. Yeah.

God, I was already rambling. Why was I even nervous? I hit on girls all the time without a second thought.

Because you actually like her, you i***t, I thought. You aren't just doing it to be an asshole.

Somehow, I'd ended up outside the stables, and I saw Beth alone inside.

"Need any help?" I called. She jumped, hit her head on a wooden beam, then turned to stare at me. "You really need to stop hitting your head," I added lightly. She smiled and gestured for me to come in.

"I could use some help. Travis left to go talk to Katie. I hope he doesn't screw it up."

"I just left Katie to come down here. Looks like it's trending nowadays," I cracked. She rolled her eyes at me and leaned back against the wall.

"So, why'd you want to talk to me?"

I jumped up and sat on the rail. Cobwebs brushed my face and I swatted at them irritably. "So. Yesterday."

"I knew this was coming, but I was kind of hoping to avoid it," she said, meeting my eyes. "I suppose that's not going to happen, is it?"

"Nope," I said, popping the p. "I don't wanna draw this out like they do in all the movies, but...oh, to hell with the ironic speech, I'm just gonna get it out," I said, running my hands through my hair. "Beth, I like you. There, I said it." I stared at her, right in the eyes. "If you don't reciprocate it, it's cool, I'm cool with-" She waved a hand to cut me off and chuckled.

"No, it's..." She took a few steps forward until she was standing directly in front of me. Our eyes were still locked. "I'm just not used to the formality of relationships, you know? I guess you probably don't."

"Oh, believe me, I'm an expert on informalities."

She grinned. "That makes two of us, then. How about we experiment?"

"I'm listening."

"We try all the formalities we've missed out on. Do this the proper way."

I nodded. "That's cool with me. Although, the horse s**t's kinda ruining the vibe."

She laughed, and I joined in. "Wow, you sure know how to set the mood, huh?"

"Obviously, Beth," I chastised. "It's my number one talent!" Along with pissing people off. I'm pretty damn good at that too. Which is a shitty thing to be good at.

"In all seriousness," she said. "Me and you? We're making it official?" I put my hand on her shoulders and bent my head so she didn't have to look up at me.

"Is that what you want?" I asked her quietly, unsure why I was being quiet all of a sudden.

"Does this answer your question?" I was about to ask what, but then she clasped her hands around the back of my neck, lowered my head down and kissed me. My reflexes kicked in and I started kissing her back. None of that dumb shock type of s**t for me, folks.

My hands moved from her shoulders, one resting on her back and the other one cupping her face. I couldn't tell you how long we stayed like that, but next thing I knew, someone was running into the stables.

"EAT CHEESE, SUCKAS!" Now, because I was sitting on a fence with nothing behind me, I toppled backwards in surprise. And because Beth and I were still holding each other, she came down with me, landing right on top of me.

"Oof!" I winced as her elbow hit my stomach. She looked at apologetically, but didn't have time to say anything because someone had started to spray us with cheese. Beth buried her head into my chest to try and shield herself, but I could feel her shaking with laughter.

"TRAVIS! CONNOR! YOU ARE SO DEAD!" I yelled, holding up my hands to protect myself from the stupid spray cheese.

"You asked for revenge, dude!"

"Wait, wait," I said. "This is your counter prank? Spraying cheese on me and Beth while we're kissing? Dude," I exclaimed, running a hand through my hair. "That's low."

"Exactly," Connor said. "We had to either top your prank, or hit a low blow. The second was easier at the time. But, uh, sorry," he added sheepishly.

"Wow," I said, shaking my head. "I don't even know what to say...Connor?"

"What?" He asked innocently. Innocently my ass.

"What's that in your hand?" I questioned, trying to peer around him.

He shuffled nervously. "It's, um, for a school project?" At that, even Beth turned to stare at him condescendingly.

"What a great video to show your teacher." She deadpanned. "What are you planning on doing with that?"

"Actually we didn't record it, we just wanted to bring the camera so we'd have proof if you tried to murder us!" Travis exclaimed. I burst out laughing.

"Oh my gods, you two are idiots!"

"Hey!" They protested in unison. I looked across at Beth, and we both rolled our eyes.

"We'll get revenge at the campfire," I whispered to her.

"Oh, you bet."

There was less than an hour til the fire started, and we didn't have a plan. We were both sprawled out in my cabin, trying to come up with something.

"We're not gonna find anything in fifty minutes, Pierre," Beth said, sighing.

"Yes, we are," I argued. "We just need to keep thinking. It's a fire, what would scare people at a fire?"

"Are we just gonna ditch the whole only pranking Connor and Travis thing and just go for everyone?"

"I mean, everyone'll start pranking us, but...well, we can just hide out in the Big House or something."

"Right," she muttered. Then her face lit up. "Wait, Pierre, do you think the camp'll have leftover fireworks from New Years?"

I saw what she was intending to do. "I mean, it is April, but maybe."

"Let's go look." We left the cabin, making sure no one saw us, and snuck into the attic of the Big House. It was dark, and there were cobwebs everywhere. Luckily for us, there was still a bit of daylight to see from. Unfortunately for us, there was only a tiny, port-hole style window letting the light in, and no light switch.

Who the hell designed this room? Literally, it sucked. They should be fired...I was going off topic again. I needed to stop doing that.

"Um, there's duct tape, board games...is that a voodoo doll?"

Beth glanced over at me. "What? Where?" I pointed in front of me. Seeing a voodoo doll with a needle stabbed through it's head when you're in a dark attic isn't a nice experience. It was seriously creeping me out. The sky outside was starting to get darker, and suddenly I could barely see anything expect faint outlines. "Beth? Where'd you go?" She called a response, and I walked towards her voice, tripping over a box in the process.

"s**t!" I swore.

"You okay back there?" She asked, snickering.

"Dandy," I muttered, and then sighed with relief when I saw her outline. She looked slightly shorter than normal, but that was probably just the light. "So, um, I meant to ask you this properly earlier, but we got interrupted..." I trailed off and stepped closer to her.

"Yeah?" She asked absentmindedly.

"So, Beth...since we're going to try all the formalities, will you go on a date with me?" I actually had an idea which I was going to put into motion tomorrow, as long as she said yes.

"Yeah, that'd be great," she replied. She hadn't moved in a while, and I put my arms around her shoulders. Weirdly, she stayed still.

"We should keep looking," I said.

"What do you mean? I am looking. I haven't found anything though," she answered, sounding confused.

"Hey, neither have I. Wanna take a break?" I leaned my chin on her shoulder. Again, she didn't move.

"Oh thank the gods, I found the light switch!" Now I really I was confused.

"Beth?" I asked. Then I shut my eyes as the room was flooded with blinding light. When I opened them, I saw Beth standing in front of me, three feet away, in front of the light switch. Our eyes met, and mine widened as I glanced down.

A shriveled mummy was staring back at me.

I yelled, backed away as fast as possible, and fell over an old scarf. What the f**k was that?

Beth burst out laughing, bending over to try and catch her breath. "Oh gods, you...you thought that was me!" I gazed at her sourly, but she kept laughing. "I don't know if I should be offended that you thought it was me, but that...oh gods, that was priceless!"

"I'm glad you find it funny," I deadpanned.

"If we're talking about formalities, I'd say that's karma for not waiting until the first date to try something," she giggled, and then pointed across the room. "Hey! There's firecrackers over there!" I turned my head and closed my eyes in exasperation. They were right next to the door.

"Can I die now?"

"Oh s**t, we've only got half an hour to go get these in position." I stayed where I was, draping an arm over my face. "Okay, so you nearly made out with a mummy. Big deal. Now let's go." I opened one eye to see Beth standing over me with her hands on her hips.

"That was the most traumatic experience of my life," I moaned. Nowhere near it, actually, but right then it was pretty scary. Beth's eyes suddenly narrowed, and she bent down.

"Pierre..." I shifted my gaze to where she was pointing, and I realized that my shirt had ridden up slightly when I'd moved my arm. s**t! I quickly tugged my shirt back down.

"Um, you didn't see anything!" I said, and stood up abruptly.

"What happened, Pierre? You can talk to me. I know we haven't known each other that long, but..." she trailed off. "Look, I'm not going to force you to tell me how you got that scar. But if you ever want to talk, I'm here." She headed straight for the firecrackers, leaving me my thoughts. If she'd pressed it, I don't know what I would've said. Oh, sorry Beth, I'm actually in the biggest gang in Manhattan! I got this scar because I was too naive to know what being in a gang meant, and joined so I could be with my girlfriend! Who now hates me! And just FYI, I'm now the biggest jerk ever, so you'll probably hate me too. Funny, right?

Um, no. Only one person knew the real reason why I'd joined the Half-Bloods. Most people thought it was money, but in reality, well. I was too drunk on love to think of the repercussions and nearly ended up dead on initiation night. But I hated thinking about that, so I focused my attention elsewhere.

I examined the scar closely. It was pretty old, but the knife had gone deep, and it was still clearly visible. I shuddered at the memory which threatened to surface and stamped it down. Not now.

"Need help carrying those?" I asked, and took half of them off of Beth. "Let's go."

Neither of us said anything as we headed to the fire site. Luckily, no one was there yet. We silently put the crackers under the wood, so it'd take a while for the fire to get to them.

"No one'll get hurt, right?" Beth asked as we walked away. We'd positioned them so they'd go straight up and not into the campers.

"I don't care," I snapped. Then stopped and rubbed my hands over my face. "Arghh! Sorry, I'm just...bad memories," I said finally. She nodded.

"Don't worry about it. I'd be a hypocrite for yelling at you," she said bitterly. Oh please, what could have happened to her that was so bad? Her life was probably heaven compared to mine.

Why was I being so negative? This wasn't me. No, I needed to get away.

"Hey, Beth? I'm gonna go for a walk, get some fresh air. If anyone asks, can you tell them that?"

"Uh, sure," she said, and I started walking away. "Just make it back in time for the fire!"

"Right!" I called back over my shoulder, and took off into the forest.

Once I was sure no one was around, I ripped off the wig. I didn't bother with contacts, so my eyes were still their normal green. I knelt by a pond I'd found and clasped my hands together, staring at my reflection. I was Pierre Johnson-no, I wasn't. Percy Johansson. Peter Jackson. I buried my face in my elbow and screamed.

I was Percy Jackson.

And who was that? Some bigshot jerk that hit on everyone he met? A bitter asshole that hated the world? Or some nice guy that'd help every old lady cross the road?

The scary thing was, I didn't even know anymore.

Poor Percy. Next chapter you get some insight on him, don't worry. Next chapter is also when a lot of s**t hits the fan, which will be fun!

Reviewer Replies:

KittyKat - Hope you enjoyed that! Next chapter will be one of the last camp chapters, and then we're right back out of the word of Bethierre

Psyche Castle - I'm really glad you're liking my story! I've got the next chapter nearly ready, so it should be up soon!

just-a-normal-fangirl - I didn't even know it was out until I saw it in the book store yesterday, and I actually went into shock and just stood there staring at it for 10 minutes.

neyongreen - They're not gonna find out just yet, but I've got something planned for the next chapter which you probably won't like...but there is a lot of Bethierre stuff! Don't hate me!

1quintisfan - I know, it's so uncharacteristic for me to update so much, but there you go. There'll be another one soon after this, so keep your eyes open! I'm also glad you like it, and yup, the train is officially long gone

Hope you guys liked that, and until next time,

HV