HEY! So this is a fanfic of Nico Di Angelo & a new character, baisically a love story, with a little mystery, sorry not much monster fighting or quest taking.
Anyway, I realize that I made the characters 13 & they dont really act like it, so please deal. I cant write a love story where a single kiss is a huge thing. So if these people act like they are in High School, SORRY. Deal with it.
Plus, I think I got 2 things in this that dont fit w/ the book. At the end I'll say what they are (if i can find them again...).
I dont go to boarding school, so sorry if I messed up some things.
Well this is my first story on Fanfic or whatever sight is. My friend Regan, otherwise known as Floridagirl11, wrote a story on here and asked me to come read it. So check her out! She also has a lot of Gone fanfics and is still writing! I have a bunch of other stories on a sight called Wattpad, so check me out! I'm HorridAngel. Well Enjoy ;)
Nico Di Angelo POV:
"I am a big believer in group projects." My English teacher, Mr. Zains, droned on. I was in New York, in a new boarding school, near Camp Half Blood. "And working with people who you do not know." Mr. Zains went on. Everyone in the classroom had their heads on their desk, or in their hands, bored out of their minds. Melinda and Sara, two cliquie girls, were passing notes and giggling to each other. They were so fake they made me want to barf. "I have had extreme experience in these types of projects, and have been doing them successfully for years." I rolled my eyes. "We will be doing a huge partner projects year round." That got every ones attention. Most of the kids immediately started pointing fingers at each other, already making groups. I hated group projects. I was always last to find a partner. No one wanted to be partners with me, Nico Di Angelo. The teacher waved his hands which made him look drunk and stupid. "I will assign the partners! No waving fingers!" Problem solved. The teacher started out calling names. But he was doing it all wrong. Mainly joining a lot of girls and boys together, gays and popular kids, nature lovers and slackers, braniacs and jocks. He picked out the least likely of friends and stuck them together. For the whole. stinking. year. "Nico Di Angelo and Kaitlin Mnisikkakia." I wanted to slam my head against the desk. Kaitlin was one of the most popular girls, her only concerns in life were her hair and getting a date to prom, not that she had a problem with that. She was insanely beautiful. Her favorite hobby was picking on people. People like me. I groaned inwardly. I snuck a glance at her. Her expression was blank. She had crazy long eyelashes, dark eyes, dark brown hair with blonde highlights, olive skin, and dark lips. I wasn't sure what exactly about her was what made her pretty, but she stuck out.
Kaitlin M. POV:
"My partner is Sam Tam. Sam Kaitlin! I mean, if that lame-ass teacher is going to pare me with a guy, cant he be straight? I cant flirt with a gay guy!" My best friend Taylor shook her head in wonder. I was also sitting with my friends Linda and Kathy, but they were talking amongst themselves about something someone did in their 5th period. Taylor and I both had Mr. Zains as our English teacher, but in different periods. Bummer. "So who did you get stuck with?" Tayler asked me, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder. "Nico Di Angelo." I stated. She snorted. "Goth boy? I don't feel so bad anymore." she frowned. "At least you can flirt with him!" I raised my eyebrow. "You can make him want you and break his black heart. It can be your own little project." Inwardly I rolled my eyes. Only Tayler could think of something so mean and heartless as a fun little project. I smiled and nodded. "Totally." I said enthusiastically. Tayler put her hand to her heart and flashed her eyelashes, mock flirting. "Oh Nico, I'm so sad! Hug me! Cry with me! Teach me to make my emotional pain physical by cutting myself!" We both laughed. When we stopped, Tayler groaned. "Why the hell did I get stuck with a gay dude! Where's the fun in that!" She complained for the millionth time.