Guilty

Things didn't go as they planned. Tantalus agreed, but chose Clarisse for the quest to save the camp. And just as expected, she immediately agreed and her cabin cheered on the decision. When Percy tried to reason that he should be the one to go on the quest, ofcourse being Grover's friend that was his priority, along with all the other campers, Tantalus silenced them. He also warned that anyone who tries to leave the camp will be expelled immediately.

She knew she was being petty but Y/N felt a sense of satisfaction when Percy got denied. She was already feeling down the whole time he was speaking of the quest. It almost felt like they didn't even think of her once while making the plans. Heck, they already decided that she would agree to go with them instead of asking her.

And that's what she told him.

"What," she chuckled walking back to her cabin, "now you want to talk to me?"

"Wait what?" Percy asked. He came to talk to her about the quest as soon as dinner time was over and everyone was heading back to their cabins.

"Don't act dumb. Both of you came up with the plan and didn't feel the need to ask for my opinion. Why should I listen to you now?"

"Are you being serious? We were literally punished the whole day-"

"You surely got to take bathroom breaks and all. You could've talked to me if you wanted to Percy. But you didn't."

He scoffed, "How? By interfering you when you were busy cozying up to Harris?"

"Wow, I'm surprised you even know his name when you barely care enough unless it's useful to you."

"Oh do you think I know Clarisse's name because she's useful to me?"

Y/N laughed, "You can't ignore her even if you wanted to. Its hard to forget your first experience with her."

Percy was about to argue with her again when she interrupted him and said, "You know what, let's just talk about it tomorrow. I'm too tired."

He stopped and watched her retreating figure. Y/N was pissed, ofcourse. What was worse is that Percy had no idea what he did wrong. It's almost as if he didn't want to admit that he was wrong to not ask for her opinion since he discussed plans with his smart girlfriend.

"Woo, feels good to see you stand your ground sunshine," Y/N heard Harris's voice.

"God, not now..leave me alone," she whined as he slung his arm on her shoulder lazily.

"I heard my name there."

Y/N chuckled, "Trust me, I was surprised too."

"I just feel like he's bitter that you sang for me and not for him when he clearly asked to sing before."

"Uh, well his actions just made it worse. Don't tell him what I sang for you if he asks."

Harris brushed his fingers on her cheek and lightly pulled it, with a smile on his face, "You don't need to tell me that."

[ TIME SKIP ]

She didn't get to be angry with them for long. As she was sitting and reading a storybook at night with a lamp on, she heard Percy scream for help. Instinctively, ran out to see what was going on when she spotted Tyson and Annabeth running towards the beach.

"You heard him too?" Annabeth asked, to which Y/N nodded her head in response.

"What's going on?" Annabeth asked. "I heard you calling for help!"

"Me, too!" Tyson said. "Heard you yell, 'Bad things are attacking!'"

"I didn't call you guys," Percy said. "I'm fine."

"But then who..." Annabeth noticed the four yellow duffel bags, then the thermos and the bottle of vitamins I was holding. "What-"

"Just listen," he said. "We don't have much time."

Percy told them about his conversation with Hermes, of how he wanted him to save Luke. By the time he was finished, they could hear screeching in the distance-patrol harpies picking up our scent.

"Percy," Annabeth said, "we have to do the quest."

"We'll get expelled, you know. Trust me, I'm an expert at getting expelled."

"So? If we fail, there won't be any camp to come back to."

"Yeah, but you promised Chiron-"

"I promised I'd keep you from danger. I can only do that by coming with you! Tyson can stay behind and tell them-"

"I want to go," Tyson said.

"No!" Annabeth's voice sounded close to panic. "I mean ... Percy, come on. You know that's impossible."

She and Tyson both looked at Percy, waiting for an answer. Meanwhile, the cruise ship was getting farther and farther away.

The thing was, a part of him didn't want Tyson along. He'd spent the last three days in close quarters with the guy, getting razzed by the other campers and embarrassed a million times a day, constantly reminded that he was related to him.

Percy needed some space.

Plus, he didn't know how much help he'd be, or how they would keep him safe. Sure, he was strong, but Tyson was a little kid in Cyclops terms, maybe seven or eight years old, mentally.

On the other hand, the sound of the harpies was getting closer....

"We can't leave him," Percy decided. "Tantalus will punish him for us being gone."

"Percy," Annabeth said, trying to keep her cool, "we're going to Polyphemus's island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k ... a C-y-k . .." She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could've been there all night while she tried to spell Cyclops. "You know what I mean!"

"Tyson can go," Percy insisted, "if he wants to."

Tyson clapped his hands. "Want to!"

Y/N quietly watched them fight. She knew they were going on this quest anyway, and clearly they didn't even acknowledge her presence. She wondered what she was doing here and turned back, ready to go when she felt someone grab her arm.

"Where are you going?" Percy asked.

"I'm going back. Do whatever you want."

"What's with you?! We don't have the time for this! We have to go right now!"

"Oh and why do I have to listen to you?!" she asked looking at him as his grip on her arm tightened.

"He's gonna punish you if you decide to go back now."

She quietly stared at him as her decision was almost final when she heard Annabeth plead, "Please, I don't want another thing to feel guilty about."

"It's on me, you have nothing to feel guilty about," she sighed. Y/N didn't quite understand what she was talking about. Maybe she was just guilty about her informing Percy about his mother without asking her. That would make sense.

Annabeth walked closer to her and whispered, "Please just come with us. Percy and I are gonna murder each other if we are left alone. Besides, we have been fighting a lot-"

"Okay," Y/N agreed after a while and looked at Percy, who was still holding her arm.

She did have something to feel guilty about too.

She looked away at the ground, pulling her arm out of his grip. She touched and rubbed the area, which looked red and burned a bit since he held her tightly. Like always, he didn't know how he was hurting people in the first place.

"Dumbass," Y/N muttered under her breath.

"All right," Annabeth said. "How do we get to that ship?"

"Hermes said my father would help."

"Well then, Seaweed Brain? What are you waiting for?"

Percy had always had a hard time calling on his father, or praying, or whatever you want to call it, but he stepped into the waves.

"Uhm, Dad?" he called. "How's it going?"

"Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!"

"We need your help," he called a little louder. "We need to get to that ship, like, before we get eaten and stuff, so ..."