Camp Half-Blood in October was always weird. Most campers were in the outside world trying to survive high school and spending time with their families. In George's book that was great! That meant the son of Athena had way less people to deal with. Way less social interaction. Camp felt more and more like home. Although he'd been there long enough -a year and a half, approximately- he had never quite "clicked" there. Maybe it's because he always isolated himself. Maybe it was because he didn't bother to do otherwise. For instance, right now he had just got done with training and showering and he was gonna go to his favorite place in the forest to read the Chambers of Secrets that he ha borrowed from the Library. Alone, in peace and quiet. In fact he was so engrossed in the book he was reading it as he was walking. Cause why not? That happens. People do that all the time. 

Then -surprise, surprise- he collided with the trillionth person at Camp Half-Blood. Which, if you're not familiar, works as aggro-ing a boss in a video game. It doesn't stop there, it's long, painful and you have to get through it not knowing if the reward will be worth it. Cause for some reason it led to [i]small talk[/i], the bane of George's existance. Looking up, he saw the familiar face of the daughter of Hecate he had encountered once at the Library and had this conversation that re-defined the term "awkward". "Hey" he almost wishpered. He mentally sighed. Why did he keep doing that to himself?