I don't own PJO. RR does. Enjoy the story!(:

My two best friends and I were sitting at our table in the cafeteria. I was just poking my lunch with my fork.

My name is Alexandria Gyles, by the way. But people call me Alexa. My wavy dark, chocolate brown hair flowing down my back. "What is this...?" My brown eyes turned to Trent, who was sitting next to me. He goes by Trent and he's one of my best buds.

Trent studied the nasty, green stuff on my lunch tray. His deep blue, oceanic eyes twinkling like they usually do. "I think that's supposed to be some sort of meat." He ran his right hand through his messy, brown hair.

"I think that's moldy cheese," Cliff Bush, my other best bud, stared at the strange-looking substance on his own lunch tray. His brown eyes, looked as wild as usual, his curly, blonde hair under a baseball cap. He rarely took that cap off and everytime we asked him to remove it, he always refused. No one really knew why, though.

I groaned. "Our cafeteria food sucks. I need to bring my own lunch."

Trent looked over Cliff's shoulder. "Hey, look, it's Ren. Ask him out already."

"No, I am not going to ask him out," I said, kinda annoyed.

Trent and Cliff just snorted.

Cliff glanced over his shoulder and saw Ren, the guy who's been flirting with me since like...forever. "He's still checkin' you out."

I rolled my eyes. "I really couldn't care less."

"He said he likes you more now, 'cause of your British accent," Trent said.

"Two years in London and I talk with a British accent." I sighed. My dd had been transferred to England for his job. I had to go with him and leave my friends and other things behind. It wasn't fun at all. But we, obviously, didn't have to live there forever and Dad was transferred back to New York.

"British accents are awesome, that's why," Cliff commented.

"Ren thinks you're even hotter, thanks to it." Trent smirked.

I punched his arm playfully. "I don't even like him!"

"Yeah," Cliff said. "You like Trent."

I spit out the chocolate milk I was drinking on the table and a little on Cliff.

He quickly took some napkins and started wiping all the milk off the table. Then, he started dabbing the wet spots on his clothes. "Jeez..."

Trent laughed. "Wow, nice spit-take, Lexa."

"Well, I didn't mean to!" I pointed accusingly at Cliff. "It's his fault! I do NOT like Trent!"

"What, I'm not likable?" Trent asked, pouting.

I stuck my tongue out. "Gods, Trent, you big baby."

"Fine, just kidding."

Cliff raised an eyebrow. "You said 'gods'."

"I did?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Oh, right, I did."

Trent poked his lunch. "Ew...Wait, so what if she said 'gods'?"

Cliff shrugged. I could tell there was something he wasn't telling me, but before I could say anything about it, the bell rang. We all stood up.

I waited 'til Cliff headed to the other direction to go to his next class. "I think he's hiding something from us," I whispered to Trent.

He dropped his books and began to pick up his books. "Dang it..." He raised his head. "Who?"

"Cliff." I got his last book for him, as he got up.

"Oh. Gods, I'm gonna be late for class! See ya."

"Laters." I realized he said 'gods' as well. "I wonder why that mattered to Cliff." Then, I rushed to class. I had to get there before my algebra teacher scolds me for being late...again. For like, the zillionth time.

I'm not so sure if I should continue this. What do y'all think? Please review.

~19athena-girl98