Hello people!
So I don't really know where I'm going with this fic...
I'm kind of working on another Hazel/Leo right now,
but this idea crossed my mind and I guess I just wrote it down.
Tell me what you think!
Hazel sat on her bed trying her best to fight back tears. She was obviously losing as she felt drops of water slowly slide down her cheek. She tried to stop the feeling by forcing herself to think of happier thoughts but ultimately submitted to her emotions and let the tears come and go as they pleased. God, how could I be so stupid? She thought as she registered a soft knock on the door. She quickly tried to wipe up the tears, silently praying that it wasn't Frank at the door. He can't see me like this.
"Who is it?" She asked in her cheeriest voice.
"Um, it's Percy. I just-ow!-sorry, we just want to make sure you're okay."
"We?" She asked, trying to stall as she tried to remove the last traces of sadness from her eyes.
"Yea, Annabeth is here with me." Hazel picked up a book and tried to look relaxed on her bed.
"Oh ok, come in." They entered the room slowly. Percy smiled at the sight of Hazel but Annabeth looked concerned. "What's up?"
"Frank told us about you two, we're really sorry. I liked you two together," said Annabeth.
"Me too, but apparently, he felt different," she replied coldly. Percy tried not to look Hazel in the eyes. He was friends of both of them and it really wasn't cool that they were mad at each other.
"Do you want to tell us what happened?" Annabeth asked calmly.
"He thinks I have feelings for someone else! Seriously? The nerve of that boy!" Percy's head shot up at the mention of someone else. Was that it? Was Hazel falling for someone else? Was it him? Percy thought about the kiss Hazel had once given him, Frank had seemed pretty jealous of it but it was harmless. Besides he was with Annabeth and he wouldn't trade that for the world, however if Hazel was in love him he would have to explain to her that they could never be more than friends. Annabeth could not be there though.
"Did he mention who?" asked Annabeth, continuing with the interrogation.
"Yes...but I rather not say," she responded blushing. Percy looked at her but she avoided his gaze. Oh gods, it is me. Damn these boyish good looks and cute smile! Ok, Jackson don't get a big head, it's probably just a coincidence that she says she likes someone and won't look at you...Honestly, he thought it was a stretch but it would have to do for now. Annabeth nodded.
"Well, you can stay in here for as long as you need. We'll be right up stairs on the deck if you need us."
"Thanks," smiled Hazel shyly.
"No problem." Annabeth gently pat her shoulder and made her way to leave. Percy was deciding whether to give her a hug or not and eventually settled on an awkward salute. "What was that?" whispered Annabeth on their way out. Percy looked just as confused as she did.
Hazel watched as they left and sighed to herself. She couldn't really blame Frank for assuming that she was beginning to drift away from him because she had been. The tan captain of the vessel recently began paying a lot of attention to her and she had done nothing to defuse his advances because, well, she liked them, she liked him. It wasn't fair to Frank to see his girlfriend slipping away and feel like he could do nothing to stop it, because he could and he did. Now, I'm here crying about leaving something good for a chance at a passing fancy. She thrust her hands in her jacket pocket and felt something brush against her right hand-it felt like a cloth. She pulled it out and remembered that she was still holding Frank's life stick. She unraveled the piece of wood from its blanket encasing and held it firmly in her hands. I wonder if he knows that I still have this? Maybe he doesn't completely hate me and still trusts me enough to still watch it for him. Optimistic, hazel rewrapped the wood and was about to place it back in her pocket when she heard another knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Uh Hazel, it's Leo." She froze. What did he want? Should I let him in? Well, why not? Frank is the one who got crazy over practically nothing! It's not Leo's fault.
"Come in." He entered, slowly closing the door behind him. He smiled shyly at her.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she replied coldly. Leo noticed the seriousness of her voice.
"Are you sure? You sound kind of...rigid."
"Well, I kind of got dumped."
"Right. Frank."
"Yea." They stayed in the room enduring the awkward silence. Why did he even come here? she thought. Leo was kind of asking himself the same thing. He took a deep breath.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Show him that I still care and hopefully he'll take me back." Leo nodded.
"I guess, but did you ever consider that maybe Frank isn't the guy for you." Hazel tightened her grip on the object in her hands. That can't be true...can it? she thought.
"What do you mean?" Leo invited himself to sit down next to her on the bed.
"It's just, don't shut down all your options because you think Frank is it."
"What are you even talking about? I really like Frank!"
"And I really like you." Hazel stared at him incredulously while he avoided her gaze.
"What do you mean?" Leo smiled to himself.
"You're gonna make me say it. Alright, I feel like we have a connection and I always am happier when you're around. Like right now," he scooted in closer to her. "I'm extremely happy." Hazel looked down at her hands, trying to process what Leo just said.
"What's that?" She looked up to see him gesturing at the blanketed item she was holding.
"Oh nothing, it's Frank's." Leo nodded and moved in closer.
"So?"
"So what?"
"You and me?"
"I don't know! I am so frazzled right now and I'm pretty sure I still have feelings for Frank." Leo frowned slightly.
"Well that's not fair, you've kissed him before."
"So?"
"So? If you try to make a decision, kissing him will be one of your deciding factors and I have nothing for you to compare to in that department."
"So I should kiss you?" She asked skeptically. Leo unleashed a wicked smile.
"Well if you're asking," he said as he begun to move in closer. Hazel stopped him.
"Leo, I don't think..." He sighed.
"Look at it this way, if you feel nothing then you'll be sure that you should go back to Frank." Hazel looked concerned but nodded slightly.
"Ok." Leo smiled as he leaned in. Hazel puckered her lips but nothing could prepare her for what happened next. The sensation of his lips against her. The passion-the fire- she was sensing from him was incredible. Not necessarily better than Frank, but different, much more alive. She didn't stop him when he placed his hands on her waist, in fact she dropped Frank's stick on the bed so she could cup Leo's face with her own hands. Then he began to push his body closer to hers, deepening the kiss. Hazel pulled away and began to fan herself while trying to catch her breath. "I...that was...and you...it...wow!" Leo smiled as if he understood what she meant.
"You were pretty amazing yourself." Hazel smiled at him when she heard a knock on her door.
"Um," she tried to steady herself. "Who is it?" Why is my room suddenly busier than a train station?
"Coach Hodge!" Yelled a rough voice. "Come out here!" I'll be right back, she mouthed to Leo as she stepped outside her room. As she slowly closed her door, she looked at the guy who called her out.
"Yes?"
"Frank wants to talk to you but he isn't man enough to come down here. He's on the deck. I suggest you go now. When I say suggest, I mean demand," huffed the Coach. Hazel hesitated at the thought of Leo sitting alone. This probably won't take too long, she reasoned. When she got to the deck, she saw Frank and Percy having an intense conversation. She couldn't hear much above murmuring and whispers but she was certain that she heard her name mentioned once or twice. Are they talking about me? she wondered as she walked over and cleared her throat.
"Hey guys." The talking immediately ceased and she noticed Frank's cheeks turning a noticeable shade of red. He kept his gaze away from her but acknowledged her presence.
"Uh, hey."
"Hey Hazel," smiled Percy. He then noticed Frank wince out the sound of her name. "I better go." Hazel watched him leave and turned her attention back to Franck, who still refused to look at her.
"So?"
"So what?"
"Hodge said that you needed me." At this Frank looked at her, his face pervasive with confusion.
"Why would he say that?"
"So you didn't want to talk to me?" Frank sighed, as he began to understand.
"He must have been eavesdropping," he whispered to himself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Well, then I guess I'll go." She began to head back to her room.
"Wait."
"What Frank?"
"Hazel," he began. She saw him strain to say her name. "You know that you'll always be important to me." She raised an eyebrow. Where is he going with this? He can't break up with me twice. "But can I please have my life stick back?" Hazel stared at him as she tried to fight back tears.
"What?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly. Frank noticed.
"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just we're in a weird place right now and I wouldn't want.." he trailed off as he tried to find the right words. Hazel's eyes grew with realization.
"You think I'd put your life in danger because we broke up?" Frank looked at her sheepishly.
"I don't know..."
"That's right you don't know! Just like you don't know me-at all!" She jammed her hand in her pocket. "I don't even want your stupid-" Hazel paused as she realized her pockets were bare. Frank noticed her change in demeanor.
"Did you lose it?" This made her angrier.
"No, I didn't lose it. I left it in my room."
"So you don't carry it with you at all times like you promised," he noted silently. Hazel simply glared at him.
"I'll go get it."
"I'll come with you."
"No, you will not! Just stay here!" she grumbled as she stormed off, leaving a medium-sized diamond where she had stood.
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Leo sat quietly on the bed. She's been gone for a long time, he noted as he scanned the room. His eyes fell upon a blanketed item laying beside where Hazel was sitting. Curiosity got the best of him and he picked it up and unwrapped it. A piece of wood? Why would Frank giver her a piece of wood? What's so important about it? It looks damaged...he looked it over and noticed some burnt corners. Maybe it has some special meaning? Or has some special powers? Well, it can't be that magical if it can be so easily destroyed by fire? What does this mean to Hazel? He gently tossed the stick in between his hands. It seems normal. Leo then grabbed the cloth it was wrapped in and inspected it. I don't get it. The sound of someone stomping through the hallways startled him and he dropped the blanket and stick. He quickly stashed the blanket in the night stand and the stick in his pocket; just in time to sit back down on the bed when Hazel opened the door.
