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Chapter #3
I don't care a freaking hell
by: Unknown
Yeah, she's a Hunter, under the protection of Artemis. And she could beat me down and tie me up faster faster than it takes Apollo to make up a haiku about it. Which is precisely what makes them so hot. (The Hunters, not Apollo.) But Percy is my best friend! And he's obviously in trouble. And that equals up to one thing: That Hunter is going down.
"Chiron!" I shout. "I've got to talk to you."
The Hunter turns to me and frowns. Oh, man, she's got green eyes. "Well, I'm talking to him first. There's a little thing called 'manners', which you may or may not have heard of." She looks me up and down, wrinkling her nose. "Never mind."
I'm too frantic to be insulted. Plus, she's so dang cute that I wouldn't have minded anyway. "Well, there's a little thing called trouble, and it's happening right now. To Percy Jackson. Whom you may or may not have heard of." Her eyes widen, and she looks over at Chiron. He blinks in astonishment, then leans over to look at me.
"You're sure it was Percy?" I nod so fast I feel like my horns are going to snap off. "All right." He turns to the Hunter. "Please leave us."
She opens her mouth to say something, thinks better of it, and quickly strides off. "Now, Grover. What is this about Percy?" Chiron asks, a note of worry plain in his voice. I tell him everything. When I'm finished, his forehead is lined. "That is trouble, indeed." He starts to trot off.
"Hey! Wait for me!" I call. Chiron turns back and says...
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