For Shiqing and Danielle, because without them I would not dare to write this fanfiction.
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Papa Riordan, the plot is mine, though.
While Nico di Angelo is a horny 16-year-old boy, Rachel Elizabeth Dare is an epitome of a pure 20-year-old girl.
Nico di Angelo may be a handsome boy, he may be a sex god to some girls, but to Rachel Elizabeth Dare, he will always be that little boy who is crazy about Mythomagic.
That little boy who lost his sister.
Nico hated her. He hated her. Whenever she looks at him, he always see that look, that pitiful look. He didn't need her sympathy. He got that from Percy, from Annabeth, even from Chiron.
He hated her hair.
Her red hair, as red as the flame. It's always there, haunting him.
"Hey, di Angelo."
Nico looks up, but he remains silent.
She rolled her eyes. "Seriously, is it that hard to answer, yes, Rachel, what's up?"
He smirked, "I'll never call you Rachel, Red. You wish."
"Geez."
And then she's gone. Leaving him haunted with the image of her red hair.
He hated her laugh.
"Hey, guess what?" she said, her eyes twinkling.
"What, Dare?" he replied, bored.
"Percy proposed to Annabeth! He finally did it, can you believe it?" she said excitedly.
"It's about bloody time. I thought Annabeth is going to be the one who proposed to him."
She laughed, a beautiful sound that always left him breathless. "I know. It's good to see you have a sense of humor, di Angelo."
He hated her eyes.
Her green eyes, captivating him, enchanting him.
When she looked at him, he had a feeling that she knew what he was thinking.
She is doing that again. Rachel Elizabeth Dare is staring at Nico di Angelo.
"Take a picture won't you? It will last longer." He said, scowling at her.
"Stop that."
"Stop what?" he said, confused.
"Stop snapping at me, di Angelo." She said, rolling her green eyes at him. "I know, it's your mother-
"I know what day is today, Red," he snarled. "No need to remind me."
"You are doing it again," she said. "Look at me."
And he looks at her, really looks at her.
Her green eyes look determined, they always do.
And they're calming him. They are captivating him. They are drowning him.
He hated her.
God, help him. Even if Nico hates the Gods.
He is in love with Rachel Elizabeth Dare.
And she will never know it.
No.
Never.
Because she is the Oracle, Apollo's Oracle.
She will always be Apollo's.
Rachel Elizabeth Dare is Apollo's, and she will never be Nico di Angelo's.
A/N: So, this is my first fanfiction. I'm sorry if I did some mistakes with it, review?