Hey guys this is my first multi-chapter story so YAY! I'm going to try my best to post a new chapter every sunday, but sorry if I don't cause school and crap. This chapter is just an intro and stuff so sorry for the shortness of it. In the books it doesn't say Octavian's last name so I went with Augustus Caesar's last name cause he was named after him and stuff so yea. Enjoy and Thanks for reading. ~rainbug

ps. DISCLAIMER: only my OCs are mine. The rest belong to Uncle Rick

At first everyone hated me. No I'm not exaggerating. Everywhere I go I got dirty looks and disgusted frowns. It's not my fault. No one told me they were good. No one said they were trying to help. That we were a team. So when they thought I died, they rejoiced. And when I came back they scowled. It was Percy who filled me in on everything. He was always a good person. I can never repay him for taking me in last december despite everything I had done. It was hard coming back to such hatred and I almost went back out to the forest to die alone forever, but I needed to see her one last time. And in order to see her, I had to be forgiven and in order to be forgiven I had to... apologise. It took way more than "I'm sorry" to get someone besides the Seven to forgive me. But after two months I had friends from both camps. Only since she was at a boarding school she didn't know I was here waiting for her. It's June now. Her schooling is done and I can finally see her again. Her wild red hair and fierce green eyes that matched her personality. As soon as I met her she intrigued me and I wanted her with me by my side. Rachel Elizabeth Caesar. It has a nice ring to it. Anyway, according to Annabeth and Piper, Rachel will be coming to New Rome next week and they are planning a night on the town for her with a "mystery date" aka me. Apparently they ship us, whatever the hell that means, but I get to spend the night with Rachel hopefully she doesn't hate my guts. which she probably will.

"God Dammit! This is hopeless she probably hates me!" I say to Annabeth

"Don't say that. She might not"

"Might"

"Hey she's… Unpredictable! Who's know what her feelings are toward you"

"Herself should know how she feels about me"

"Well that's a given obviously. Now stop sulking and tell how these windows look. Should they be stained glas…."

Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I really hope you don't rip my guts out when you see me. and I hope you fall as deep in love with as I am with you.