I. KNOW. RIGHT? Wow. A second chapter already...well, I told you, shorter chapter in the beginning lead to prosperity and long chapter later on...uhm...I just completely botched that Chinese proverb, but whatever :)
Beginning chapters are merely an introduction to the characters and what they've been going through.
THEN it gets interesting XD
"Gods damnit," Nico muttered under his breath, trying to pull himself up from the fall. The fall that Jesse had caused. Gods, he hated that guy.
He was an egotistical, Oh-I'm-so-amazing kind of guy. And with those kind of guys, Nico just wanted to run them through with his silver keychain. Okay, that sounded awkward, but what can a guy do? It technically was a pure Stygian Iron sword that was deadly to all demigods and monsters and caused immediate death to those around it...but to humans? It was a silver keychain.
"Freaking mortals going and underestimating my epic sword buddy." he cursed under his breath, slapping himself later on for thinking so lamely.
He was also surprised that, in almost two and a half years, he still hadn't been able to think of a socially tolerable name for his trusty weapon.
"Ew! Watch it, DiAngelo. You ruined my Gucci purse by smearing your emo-ness on it!" he heard a girl squeak when he accidentally knocked her hot pink tote bag over. He grumbled something that sounded similar to a "Sorry" and hustled to his next class.
'If all mortal girls are like that,' Nico thought grumpily as he slid into his seat just when the bell rang. 'Then please Artemis, let there be a male version of the Hunters.'
For Zeus' sake. If Nico had known how much hell he had to pay just to get through a day of high school, he never would have asked to go.
*When he was 13*
"Ok," Nico huffed, becoming impatient with the eldest child of Aphrodite. Silena flipped her sleek brown hair over her shoulder and sighed nervously.
"But...are-are you sure that you can handle the dangers? I mean sure you've got that sword but-"
"I'll. Be. Okay. Silena." he said through gritted teeth. He sighed and put his hand out towards the brunette. Sometimes, she could be a real mother-... uhm, literally.
The daughter of Aphrodite bit her glossed pink lip and looked hesitant to agree, but finally, finally, she gave him his Stygian Sword and blew on it, transforming it into its newly built, "compact mode."
Now, instead of a heavyweight rock on his waist all day, Nico's sword buddy (So sue him; He didn't have epic names for it like 'Backbiter' or 'Riptide' yet) was a sleek silver chain with a red ruby encased in the middle.
It also held Greek letters that read "Sword of the Prince." The letters had been dramatically (Jeez, Silena, the wording's a bit over the top, don't you think) and carefully engraved into the silver, and it was so him, so Nico that Beckendorf might as well have just stolen it from the DiAngelo Family (Although he didn't recommend stealing from his ancestors...at ALL.)
Nico grinned gleefully and patted Beckendorf and his girlfriend on the back. "Gee, thanks guys!" he exclaimed proudly, examining the breathtaking chain.
"No problem. Now go, little freshman! You'll have so much fun!" Silena squealed, chatting about how her best friend's boyfriend's distant cousin was growing up.
"Ugh, gimme a break," Nico said in playful disgust. "I mean, it's just high school." Despite the horrifying displays in the movies, Nico was sure that high school was just a larger, more difficult version of middle school.
Travis suddenly stumbled over to the group and grinned cheekily. "Just High School, Nico? HA. Don't make me laugh. HA. HA. HA." The son of Hermes snickered and patted Nico on the back.
"Many dangers lie ahead on the path thou art deciding to taketh." Connor recited passionately, using flamboyant hand gestures and looking at the cerulean ocean, rather than Nico himself.
"Gee, Connor," Beckendorf muttered. "Give yourself some pantaloons and a brain and you could be Shakespeare's twin."
The group laughed at the poor teenager who huffed indignantly (yet in a joking manner), stomped his feet, and ran away to the nearest card duel.
"Ah, you'll do fine...that is, if you don't die before getting into your first period class." Travis reassured him. He started to walk away, but then spun around and chucked a black object at Nico.
"By the way," he warned "good-heartedly."
"Watch out for people stealing your wallet!"
"Wait what-STOLL!"
"Hey," Travis yelled back, suppressing a laugh.
" I know that I 'stole' it, but did you know, Nico? DID you?"
*End*
Nico chuckled at the memory. Those were the good times. Back when he was so naive about Goode High. Well actually, just about life in general.
He was a whole rainbow of screw ups, and then some. Honestly? He wasn't so sure he was right in the head at the time for thinking that the next four years would fly through like a summer breeze.
That was two years ago, when Nico was just starting 9th grade. Now, as a junior...He knows- in all of his black and red clad glory-that he couldn't have been more wrong.
To Nico, and pretty much every other 15 year old rejects out there, High School=H.S. which, everyone knows, is equivalent to (Hell for Students.)
OH PLEASE READ THIS. Uhm, the sentence about being a rainbow of screw ups? That was modified and taken from the author; Mission to Marzipan with his story, "Instead of Going Under." It's an awesome story, please check it out! Okay, so this chapter wasn't that good either...but it gets BETTER later. I promise! Review, please!
