Hey everyone! This is a new story, and no, it's not my first, but it is my first PJO story. I'm going to try not to make any characters OOC or any new ones Mary Sues, and if I make any mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me with constructive criticism. Notice I underlined 'constructive criticism', so please don't leave flames for stupid mistakes. If you think my story sucks, don't tell me like this:
"WHAT THE H3LL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? WHY ON EARTH WOULD U POST THIS PIECE OF CRP!?!? IT'S HORRIBLE!!"
"Not my favorite story. Maybe you should get a beta or look over your chapters a couple more times before posting them."
See? Much better(:
I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, that goes to Rick Riordan.
Some things give you more experience then you could ever get training and working in a class.
One of those things is fighting in a war against the Titan Lord with hundreds of other demi-gods, in a city where all of the humans are solidly unconscious.
Needless to say, camp hasn't been that exciting after the war. Percy and Annabeth have been going out, and honestly, it's revolting. More campers have been coming in and getting claimed, which just means more people to stare at me, the son of Hades, like I have two heads. Hello? Did they forget how much I helped out in that war? I would have loved to see them win without Hades on their side.
Personally, I would love to grab my sword and a change of clothes and ditch this camp. You know what? Forget the change of clothes, I would manage. In case you don't know, I'm not much of a people person. And being around all these happy, go-lucky campers 24/7 makes me want to rip my hair out. I have actually, but it hurts like Hades, so I stopped. I'm not really into self-inflected pain. But last summer I promised Percy I would stay at camp, for my safety, and train here with the other half-bloods. So looks like I'm stuck here at Camp Go-Lucky. Whoop-di-do.
Back to Percy and Annabeth. Since the war last summer, it's like they're connected at the hip. They train together, they talk together, they swim together, they do everything together. And as I said before, it's revolting. But apparently, they're in 'love', so I just have to let it be. At least, that's what Chiron said. Let me tell you something about 'love'. It's stupid, it's pointless, and as stated above, I'm not into self-inflected pain, which I think defines love pretty well. Yes, most normal guys my age drool over girls every day, and are considered losers if they don't have a girlfriend. The key word in that sentence is normal, which I am not. So needless to say, I don't have a girlfriend. Nor am I interested in anyway of getting one.
I'll admit it, I like looking at girls. Preferably hot ones. But really, can you blame me? I'm a 14 year old guy, don't forget that. All 14 year old guys like looking at hot girls, it's a scientific fact. Well, I'm sure if they tested it, it would be a scientific fact. And this camp? Well, it has some pretty hot girls. Mostly in the Aphrodite department. Boy are they a sight for sore eyes. But really, most of them are a bunch of stuck-up snobs, and I don't particularly like snobs, so I tend to stay away from them. Some of the Athena and Apollo girls are pretty good-looking, but I knew if I looked at them wrong they would have no problem finding an older sibling to kick my a-
"Hey, Nico" Percy greeted me, interrupting my thoughts. As usual, his fingers were intertwined with Annabeth's. He sat on the ground next to me, where I was leaning against a tree trunk, trying to find shade on this particularly hot day. I'm sure it didn't help that I was wearing black jeans, sneakers, and a red t-shirt, oh well.
"Hey. Can you go get me a water bottle? It's friggen hot out." Indeed it was. And my mouth felt like someone poured sand in it, and that wasn't a pleasant feeling. Not. At. All.
"Why would I go out of my way to get you a water bottle, when I can just do this?" Ah, crap.
Sure enough, within seconds I was dripping wet with ice water, goose bumps already starting up my arms. My soaking wet hair flopped over my face, and took several times running my hand through it to keep it out of my eyes. Once I could see, I gave my best death glare to Percy, but I don't think it was very successful since a second later my hair fell back onto my face. Annabeth smacked Percy on the arm with her free hand, but he was too busy laughing to notice. After using some not-so-nice words involving my very colorful vocabulary, I stalked off towards my cabin to change my clothes.
"Damn water powers, damn son of Poseidon, damn invulnerability, damn Percy" I mumbled to myself, looking at my feet as I walked. Sure, he was my best friend. Sure, he was my cousin. But right now I wanted to kill him. You would too, having ice cold water soaking your socks and trudging across camp isn't exactly fun.
So as I sulked and wondered across camp, I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings. That's why I spazzed quite a bit when me and my dripping-wet self bumped into something hard, which turned out to be somebody's head. Ouch. "Crap!" we said simultaneously while falling back. From the voice, I'm guessing the other person was either
A guy with an unusually high-pitched voice
Turned out to be the first one, I discovered when I looked up. She, like myself, was rubbing her head and sitting on the ground after the head-on collision (literally). She looked up at me, than informed me that I had a hard head.
"So I've been told" I remarked back. First thing I noticed about her was her eyes. They were gray, just like Annabeth's. But this girl had a bit more blue in hers, so they were that color the sky turns right after a thunderstorm. She had long wavy blonde hair, that reached her mid-back, and olive skin, not unlike my own. She was wearing a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, like everybody else, and denim shorts that I have no doubt were skinny jeans until she cut them at the knee. She had worn-out gray converse with rainbow laces, and doodles with different colored sharpies all over the rubber. Being the 14 year old gentleman I am, I stood up and extended my hand for her. She grabbed it and I pulled her up.
"Thanks" she mumbled, more to herself then me. I wiped my hands on my jeans. Not to sound cliché or pathetic or anything, but I wasn't used to being so close to a girl and my hormones were acting up. Curse puberty… After straightening her hair out and wiping the dirt off her legs, she held out her hand to me.
"Jillian Mistero, daughter of Athena. But my friends call me Jill." I shook her hand, and prayed to every god and goddess I could think of that she didn't notice the sweat. If she did, she didn't show it.
"Nico di Angelo, son of Hades." I let go of her hand, and wiped my own on my jeans again. She looked over me with a strange look.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, well actually I don't really care if you mind, but why the Hades did you decide to go swimming with your clothes on?" she asked. Hm, she seemed so polite. Ah well. Two can play the wonderful game of rudeness.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, well actually I don't really care if you mind, but it's none of your business." I answered her with a smirk on my face. Jill returned one and raised an eyebrow. I looked at her. She was pretty good looking, but I didn't stare, because I knew Malcom threw a mean punch. But Annabeth would probably kill me before Malcom had the chance. Jill opened her mouth to say something, but Percy beat her to it.
"I like the new look, Nico! Wet dog really works for you!" he burst into another fit of laughter while I rolled my eyes. In the meanwhile, Annabeth disconnected herself from Percy and walked over towards us. She stood next to Jillian.
"I see you two met?" Standing next to each other, Annabeth and Jill looked freaky-similar. But then again, most kids from the same cabin had similar features. Jill and I nodded.
"Through accidental events, yes, Nico and I have met. And I have the bump on my head to prove it." She said while rubbing her head. Annabeth raised an eyebrow, just like Jill had done moments before. Jeez, are their brains wired the same way or something?
"Ha ha, so funny." I said sarcastically. "Well, in case none of you have noticed-", I gestured to my hair and outfit, "-I'm soaking wet, thanks to a Mr. Jackson (at this he started laughing again; is it really that funny?) So I'm gonna go change and maybe summon some dead guys to attack Percy. All depends on my mood. See ya later." I saluted them in a mocking matter and headed off to my cabin, which was recently built.
The Hades Cabin was black, blacker than night. Annabeth designed it, and I have to say, she did a pretty good job. She had workers carve scenes from the Underworld into the outside walls, and they were shockingly accurate. There were pictures of Hades, some of the River Styx, and even one of Ceberus chewing a bouncy ball, and I'm honestly not sure why that was there. On the inside there were 8 single beds, all with black silk sheets and comforters. I tried to convince Chiron to let me have a summoning ditch, but apparently summoning dead people was "against camp rules", so he forbid it. What's the fun of being a child of Hades if you don't have your own summoning ditch? Well, I do actually have a summoning ditch, but it's all the way out on the woods, and I'm much too lazy to go all the way out there.
When I entered my cabin I immediately got out of my wet clothes that were sticking to my skin (especially my jeans, blech) and put on dry ones instead. In the corner of the cabin there's a mini refrigerator filled with soda and junk food for whenever I do summon. I grabbed a Coke and popped it open (Percy never got me my water bottle) and reclined back in a chair, enjoying the peace and quiet. It was nice and cool in my room, a lot better than the humid air outside. I planned on staying in there until dinner, than coming back straight after and hitting the hay. An ideal plan, eh? Unfortunately, things don't always go as planned.
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