The Last Olympian

place reeked of designer perfume, but Annabeth ignored me.
    “Great job as usual, Silena,” Annabeth said.
    Silena nodded listlessly. The wall behind her bed was decorated with pictures of Beckendorf. She sat on her bunk with a box of chocolates on her lap, and I remembered that her dad owned a chocolate store in the Village, which was how he’d caught the attention of Aphrodite.
    “You want a bonbon?” Silena asked. “My dad sent them. He thought—he thought they might cheer me up.”
    “Are they any good?” I asked.
    She shook her head. “They taste like cardboard.”
    I didn’t have anything against cardboard, so I tried one. Annabeth passed. We promised to see Silena later and kept going.
    As we crossed the commons area, a fight broke out between the Ares and Apollo cabins. Some Apollo campers armed with firebombs flew over the Ares cabin in a chariot pulled by two pegasi. I’d never seen the chariot before, but it looked like a pretty sweet ride. Soon, the roof of the Ares cabin was burning, and naiads from the canoe lake rushed over to blow water on it.
    Then the Ares campers called down a curse, and all the Apollo kids’ arrows turned to rubber. The Apollo kids kept shooting at the Ares kids, but the arrows bounced off.
    Two archers ran by, chased by an angry Ares kid who was yelling in poetry: “Curse me, eh? I’ll make you pay! / I don’t want to rhyme all day!”
    Annabeth sighed. “Not that again. Last time Apollo cursed a cabin, it took a week for the rhyming couplets to wear off.”
    I shuddered. Apollo was god of poetry as well as archery, and I’d heard him recite in person. I’d almost rather get shot by an arrow.
    “What are they fighting about anyway?” I asked.
    Annabeth ignored me while she scribbled on her inspection scroll, giving both cabins a one out of five.
    I found myself staring at her, which was stupid since I’d seen her a billion times. She and I were about the same height this summer, which was a relief. Still, she seemed so much more mature. It was kind of intimidating. I mean, sure, she’d always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful.
    Finally she said, “That flying chariot.”
    “What?”
    “You asked what they were fighting about.”
    “Oh. Oh, right.”
    “They captured it in a raid in Philadelphia last week. Some of Luke’s demigods were there with that flying chariot. The Apollo cabin seized it during the battle, but the Ares cabin led the raid. So they’ve been fighting about who gets it ever since.”
    We ducked as Michael Yew’s chariot dive-bombed an Ares camper. The Ares camper tried to stab him and cuss him out in rhyming couplets. He was pretty creative about rhyming those cuss words.
    “We’re fighting for our lives,” I said, “and they’re bickering about some stupid chariot.”
    “They’ll get over it,” Annabeth said. “Clarisse will come to her senses.”
    I wasn’t so sure. That didn’t sound like the Clarisse I knew.
    I scanned more reports and we inspected a few more cabins. Demeter got a four. Hephaestus got a three and probably should’ve gotten lower, but with Beckendorf being gone and all, we cut them some slack. Hermes got a two, which was no surprise. All campers who didn’t know their godly parentage were shoved into the Hermes cabin, and since the gods were kind of forgetful, that cabin was always overcrowded.
    Finally we got to Athena’s cabin, which was orderly and clean as usual. Books were straightened on the shelves. The armor was polished. Battle maps and blueprints decorated the walls. Only Annabeth’s bunk was messy. It was covered in papers, and her silver laptop was still running.
    “Vlacas,” Annabeth muttered, which was basically calling herself an idiot in Greek.
    Her second-in-command, Malcolm, suppressed a smile. “Yeah, um . . . we cleaned everything else. Didn’t know if it was safe to move your notes.”
    That was probably smart. Annabeth had a bronze knife that she reserved just for monsters and people who messed with her stuff.
    Malcolm grinned at me. “We’ll wait outside while you finish inspection.” The Athena campers filed out the door while Annabeth cleaned up her bunk.
    I shuffled uneasily and pretended to go through some more reports. Technically, even on inspection, it was against camp rules for two campers to be . . . like, alone in a cabin.
    That rule had come up a lot when Silena and Beckendorf started dating. And I know some of you might be thinking,