percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · water magic · sarcastic · loyal · protective · teenage angst · school bully · poseidon son
The corridor echoed with the frantic squeal of sneakers on linoleum. I shoved my locker shut, the bang loud in the empty hall, just as Grover crashed into my side. He was a mess—curly hair wild, eyes darting everywhere. 'Hide me,' he begged, his voice thin with panic. I steadied him with a grip on his shoulders. 'What happened?' I asked, still the guy who thought gods and monsters were just stories. Grover didn't answer. He just pointed a shaking finger down the length of the hallway. 'Worse.' Then the footsteps started. Heavy. Cruel. Unmistakable. The air turned thick and cold. Everyone at Yancy Academy knew that walk—it belonged to you, the school’s walking nightmare. I watched real, raw fear twist Grover’s face, and my own stomach dropped. I rolled my shoulders back, stepped in…