The Lightning Thief

bad luck to talk that way, seaweed brain.”
    “Remind me again—why do you hate me so much?”
    “I don’t hate you.”
    “Could’ve fooled me.”
    She folded her cap of invisibility. “Look . . . we’re just not supposed to get along, okay? Our parents are rivals.”
    “Why?”
    She sighed. “How many reasons do you want? One time my mom caught Poseidon with his girlfriend in Athena’s temple, which is hugely disrespectful. Another time, Athena and Poseidon competed to be the patron god for the city of Athens. Your dad created some stupid saltwater spring for his gift. My mom created the olive tree. The people saw that her gift was better, so they named the city after her.”
    “They must really like olives.”
    “Oh, forget it.”
    “Now, if she’d invented pizza— that I could understand.”
    “I said, forget it!”
    In the front seat, Argus smiled. He didn’t say anything, but one blue eye on the back of his neck winked at me.
    Traffic slowed us down in Queens. By the time we got into Manhattan it was sunset and starting to rain.
    Argus dropped us at the Greyhound Station on the Upper East Side, not far from my mom and Gabe’s apartment. Taped to a mailbox was a soggy flyer with my picture on it: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY?
    I ripped it down before Annabeth and Grover could notice.
    Argus unloaded our bags, made sure we got our bus tickets, then drove away, the eye on the back of his hand opening to watch us as he pulled out of the parking lot.
    I thought about how close I was to my old apartment. On a normal day, my mom would be home from the candy store by now. Smelly Gabe was probably up there right now, playing poker, not even missing her.
    Grover shouldered his backpack. He gazed down the street in the direction I was looking. “You want to know why she married him, Percy?”
    I stared at him. “Were you reading my mind or something?”
    “Just your emotions.” He shrugged. “Guess I forgot to tell you satyrs can do that. You were thinking about your mom and your stepdad, right?”
    I nodded, wondering what else Grover might’ve forgotten to tell me.
    “Your mom married Gabe for you ,” Grover told me. “You call him ‘Smelly,’ but you’ve got no idea. The guy has this aura. . . . Yuck. I can smell him from here. I can smell traces of him on you, and you haven’t been near him for a week.”
    “Thanks,” I said. “Where’s the nearest shower?”
    “You should be grateful, Percy. Your stepfather smells so repulsively human he could mask the presence of any demigod. As soon as I took a whiff inside his Camaro, I knew: Gabe has been covering your scent for years. If you hadn’t lived with him every summer, you probably would’ve been found by monsters a long time ago. Your mom stayed with him to protect you. She was a smart lady. She must’ve loved you a lot to put up with that guy—if that makes you feel any better.”
    It didn’t, but I forced myself not to show it. I’ll see her again, I thought. She isn’t gone.
    I wondered if Grover could still read my emotions, mixed up as they were. I was glad he and Annabeth were with me, but I felt guilty that I hadn’t been straight with them. I hadn’t told them the real reason I’d said yes to this crazy quest.
    The truth was, I didn’t care about retrieving Zeus’s lightning bolt, or saving the world, or even helping my father out of trouble. The more I thought about it, I resented Poseidon for never visiting me, never helping my mom, never even sending a lousy child-support check. He’d only claimed me because he needed a job done.
    All I cared about was my mom. Hades had taken her unfairly, and Hades was going to give her back.
    You will be betrayed by one who calls you a friend, the Oracle whispered in my mind. You will fail to save what matters most in the end.
    Shut up, I told it.
    The rain kept coming down.
    We got restless waiting for the bus and decided to play some Hacky Sack with one of Grover’s apples. Annabeth was unbelievable. She could bounce the apple off her knee, her elbow, her shoulder, whatever. I wasn’t too bad myself.
    The game ended when I tossed the apple toward Grover and it got too close to his mouth. In one mega goat bite, our Hacky Sack disappeared—core, stem, and all.
    Grover blushed. He tried to apologize, but Annabeth and I were too busy cracking up.
    Finally the bus came. As we stood in line to board, Grover started looking around, sniffing the air like he smelled his favorite