A/N: As most Redditors say, "first-time poster, long time reader. But for real, this is my first story and it probably sucks. But here it is. (Also I'm sorry if Drew -and all the other characters- are OOC, or there are any plot holes)
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, and I never will. That's probably why I'm attempting Fanfiction...
Edit: Corrected some grammar
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Time is a slut. It screws everyone.
Many great demigods had perished, but all I cared about was my sister, Silena Beaugard. We were so close, I looked up to her, and she was killed…
Of course, immediately after the fighting was over we burned her shroud.
Unlike me, over the years she had befriended a lot of people, and despite her 'betrayal', not a single face was dry at her shroud burning. I was in a daze during it all, tears in my eyes. I didn't believe it. I couldn't. My sister couldn't be dead I told myself.
Silena was too young for what she went through.
All of us were, but the fates clearly hate anything happy
And as the icing to the I'm-a-demigod-and-my-life-sucks cake, with my dear sister gone, the Aphrodite cabin was in need of a head counselor. Of course, as the oldest, I was chosen when the vote was held between my siblings. Hell to the NO. I needed a break, I needed home, I needed my dad.
So I left camp and took my "merry little self" back home to the normal world. A summer of fun, maybe even a fling with some mortal- what Silena would have wanted me to do, move on.
And fun I did have.
I met him at the beach near my dad's Cali villa, my next sexy, mysterious, curly-haired object of affection. Connor. We hit it off instantly, and despite it being summer break, boy did I feel the chemistry. Like in the usual summer romance story, we traded numbers and met up at- yep - a coffee shop. We, fortunately, didn't talk much about ourselves, but I could tell he had a good time too.
Soon enough we were on our second date and sharing our first kiss.
Our first chaste kisses turned into steamy makeouts the more we were together. When I was with him I felt butterflies in my stomach, electricity coursing through my veins, pretty much the feelings any cheesy fan fiction would attempt to describe. We also shared things, secrets, dreams- me of course keeping any demigod-ness out - and I felt closer to him than anyone I'd been with before. In previous flings, it would be like a game of checkers, something simple, and easy for me to win. With Connor, it felt like an intricate chess game in which each move was unpredictable.
Connor was mischievous, most our time together I found myself sneaking out with him for nights under the stars. And he was so cute and playful, yet I could tell he was hiding something (I tried pushing back my inner Aphrodite that kept fantasizing of a vampire), but I was too, so I guessed we were even. And don't even get me started on his looks. He was hot. Tan skin, dancing brown eyes, dark brown curly hair that my hands often found themselves tangled in when things got passionate.
It was a fairy tale, but during each reckless night, we spent together, something in the back of my mind kept reminding me I'd have to say goodbye. Chiron needed all the counselors' help with newly claimed half-bloods pouring in thanks to Percy Jackson. Percy wasn't the only one to thank though. Sometime's (very, very rarely) I wish my mother weren't the goddess of love, just so I wouldn't have as many siblings. Don't get me wrong though, I loved my brothers and sisters and frequently updated a few on my relationship, but it was going to be hard being in charge of a cabin all of ADHD fueled half-bloods.
A week before I left for New York is when I decided to tell Connor that I'd be leaving.
I was understandably, no matter how unbelievable it may sound, painstakingly nervous.
Gods, why me?
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