He stood outside, hair and clothes drenched. Fan-fucking-tastic, he thought bitterly.
It was the tenth time that his Friend Annabeth was late to pick him up.
"Probably with her boyfriend again," he grumbled, "as usual. I need my own car."
"Need a lift?"
Percy looked up to see Hirenna-Lee looking at him through the passenger side of a Lamborghini. He didn't say anything for a moment.
"Well," she said impatiently, "do you need a lift or not? I would like to get out of this rain."
"You have a Lamborghini?!" he exclaimed. She rolled her eyes and scowled.
"Duh," she said matter-of-factly, "who did you think the car belonged to?"
"The principal, if I'm completely honest." He opened the door and sat in the front seat and closed the door with a slam.
"Ay!" Hirenna-Lee turned and glared at him with such intensity that he squirmed. "Don't slam my door unless you wanna pay for it when it breaks."