A/N: Hi! Last we left off, Jane, Peter, and Lee were on the bus. If you didn't notice, Jane is Jason, Peter is Piper, and Lee is Leo. Enjoy!
I dont own any of the characters or plot lines in this story. All of them belong to Rick Riordan.
Chapter 2: Jane
The bus dropped them in front of a big red stucco complex like a museum, just sitting in the middle of nowhere. Maybe that's just what it was: the National Museum of Nowhere, Jane thought. A cold wind blew across the desert. Jane hadn't paid much attention to what she was wearing, but it wasn't nearly warm enough: skinny jeans and sneakers, a purple T-shirt, and a thin black windbreaker.
"So, a crash course for the amnesic," Lee said, in a helpful tone that made Jane think this was not going to be helpful.
"We go to the 'Wilderness School'"-- Lee made air quotes with her fingers. "Which means we're 'bad kids'. Your family, or the court, or whoever, decided you were too much trouble , so they shipped you off to a lovely prison-- sorry, 'boarding school'-- in Armpit, Nevada, where you learn valuable nature skills like running ten miles a day through the cacti and weaving daisies into hats! And for a special treat we go on 'educational' field trips with Coach Hedge, who keeps order with a baseball bat. Is it all coming back to you now?"
"No." Jane glanced apprehensively at the other kids; maybe twenty girls, half that many guys. None of them looked like hardened criminals, but he wondered what they'd all done to get sentenced to a school for delinquents, and she wondered why she belonged with them. Lee rolled her eyes. "You're really gonna play this out, huh? Okay, so the three of us started here this semester. We're totally tight. You do everything I say and give me your dessert and do my chores--"
"Lee!" Peter snapped.
"Fine. Ignore that last part. But we are friends. Well, Peter's a little more than your friend, the last few weeks--"
"Lee, stop it!" Peter's face turned red. Jane could feel her face burning too. She thought she would remember if she'd been going out with a guy like Peter.
"She's got amnesia or something," Peter said. "We've got to tell somebody." Lee scoffed.
"Who, Coach Hedge? He'd try to fix Jane by whacking her upside the head"
The coach was at the front of the group, barking orders and blowing his whistle to keep the kids in line; but ever so often he'd glance back at Jane and scowl.
"Lee, Jane needs help," Peter insisted. "She's got a concussion or--"
"Hey, Peter." One of the other girls dropped back to join them as the group was heading towards the museum. The new girl wedged herself between Jane and Peter and knocked Lee down.
"Don't talk to these bottom feeders. You're my partner, remember?" The new girl had dark hair put up tinker-bell style, a deep tan, and teeth so white she should've come with a warning label: DO NOT STARE DIRECTLY AT TEETH. PERMANENT BLINDNESS MAY OCCUR. She wore a short Dallas Cowboys crop top, Western jeans and boots, and she smiled like she was God's gift to juvenile delinquent boys everywhere. Jane hated her instantly.
"Go away, Daniella." Peter grumbled. "I didn't ask to work with you." "Ah, that's no way to be. This is your lucky day!" Daniella hooked her arm through his and dragged him through the museum entrance. Peter shot one last look over her shoulder like, 911. Lee got up and brushed herself off.
"I hate that girl." She offered Jane her arm, like they should go skipping inside together. "I'm Daniella. I'm so cool, I want to date myself but I can't figure out how too! You want to date me instead? You're so lucky!"
"Lee," Jane said, "you're weird."
"Yeah, you tell me that a lot." Lee grinned. "But if you don't remember me, that means I can reuse all my old jokes. Come on!" Jane figured that if this was her best friend, her life must be pretty messed up; but she followed Lee into the museum.
A/N: hi again. Please review!