Well since I have writers block on all my stories and this idea was inspired by my new favorite song, Good girls go bad by Cobra starship, I do not own this song but it's AWESOME!

Disclaimer: I am not a male there fore I cannot be rick riordan. (im not that tall either!) or good girls go bad by... well you know.

Nico Pov

So I thought tonight would just be like a usual half blood hunting night. Well there's nothing usual about that. So this time we decided to hit the club with our fake IDs. Well they're trying to convince me that it's for my birthday because I officially turned 15 yesterday! Whoop de fricken doo. So we walked in and the first thing we see is this girl being dragged onto the stage. The others looked away as if it held no interest. But I kept watching her, the man who dragged her up there looked furious and was talking to her. As he walked away I saw her rub her wrists, taking off some of the make up that had been used on them, revealing bruises. My eyes went to the man who was probably responsible and saw him send another man up there along with five, what seemed to be, strippers. They went to stand behind the girl, on pinch her on the arm as if a cue. The girl straightened up and stood with attitude as the man walked on. Good girls go bad instrumental came on. The man sang and the girl began dancing some moves that leave nothing to the imagination. Let alone they were wearing barely anything. The girl looked like she was in a happy daze the moment the music started.

(A/N bold is girl, plain is boy)

"I make them good girls go bad,

I make them good girls go bad,

good girls go bad

I know your type,

Your daddy's little girl,

Just take one bite

Let me shake up your world,

'cause just one night couldn't be so wrong,

I'm gonna make you lose control

She was so shy, Till I drove her wild.

I make them good girls go bad,

I make them good girls go bad.

You were hangin' in the corner with your five best friends,

You knew that I was trouble but you couldn't resist.

I make them good girls go bad,

I make them good girls go,

good girls go bad.

I know your type,

Boy, you're dangerous.

You're that guy I'd be stupid to trust,

But just one night couldn't be so wrong,

You make me wanna lose control.

She was so shy,

Till I drove her wild.

I make them good girls go bad,

I make them good girls go bad.

I was hangin' in the corner,

with my five best friends,

I heard that you were trouble,

But I couldn't resist.

I make them good girls go bad,

I make them good girls go

good girls go bad,

good girls go bad,

good girls go bad.

Oh she got a way with the boys in the place,

treat them like they don't stand a chance.

And he got a way with the girls in the back

acting like they're too hot to dance.

Oh she got a way with the boys in the place

treat them like they don't stand a chance.

And he got a way with the girls in the back

acting like they're too hot to dance.

I make them good girls go bad,

I make them good girls go bad,

I make them good girls go,

them good girls go bad, yeah

I was hangin in the corner,

with my five best friends,

I knew that you were trouble

but I couldn't resist.

I make them good girls go bad,

I make them good girls go bad,

I make them good girls go,

good girls go bad

good girls go bad

good girls go."

Now if you imagined that like a very sexy skit, well then you know how it went. Percy, Thalia, Annabeth, Grover, and I were sitting there staring at the stage. We all gasped when the girl yanked her arm out of the mans and walked off staged a little wobbly. The first two words that came to my mind was FORCED and ABUSED. The, apparently, Boss dragged the girl back on stage and tapped the mic.

"Hooker auction, we'll start low at twenty five dollars!" Boss man said into the mic.

I looked around horrified at home many people put there hands up. The amount of money went as high as $475. I had about $500 from my dad and I thought maybe I could save her.

"Should I?" I asked Thalia, my hand slowly going for my wallet.

"HADES YES!" Thalia just about screeched in return.

"$500!" I yelled, throwing my hand in the air.

"SOLD!" Boss man said, pushing the girl towards the stage stairs.

The girl approached me cautiously. As she got closer I realized she truly was beautiful and was about my age. I also got a closer look at her clothes. A skimpy, shiny, gold mini skirt, A sliver V-neck belly shirt, and five inch silver heels. She had a small golden jacket, but it wouldn't provide much warmth.

"You look much too young to by a hooker." The girl criticized.

"Tish!" Boss man yelled, then gave her a glare that obviously meant something.

"I mean, So what's your name tee hee." The girl bit her lip and twisted a lock of hair around her finger.

Thalia put an arm around her and led her out into the night, we all followed.

"You're awfully young to be a hooker." Thalia said, concern in her eyes.

"The clubs owner is my step dad, my only living gaurdian left, My mom died in a car crash when I was two. My step dad was lucky enough to be in the safest spot. And my names Isabella not Tish." Ti- Isabella explained, hugging the tiny jacket closer to her.

I looked around and realized nobody but me had thought to bring a jacket. I sighed and gave her my jacket. She looked real grateful as she put it on.

"What happened to your real dad?" I asked.

"He's much too busy to deal with me, He lives on a mountain as a grand ruler of twelve."

"A god perhaps?"

Isabella smiled, "Apollo."

"How come you haven't been claimed?"

"My step dad has gone to all measures to make it look as if I died on my way to the camp I was supposed to go to."

"Apollo thinks you're dead?" Annabeth asked, pity in her eyes.

"Apollo witnessed it."