(A/n) Shout out to everybody who has read chapter one. Also, a shout out to marshapono for being my first follower! Thanks for that review, it means a lot!
Part Two: Jenna's POV
So... I guess you could say Kristin was thoroughly upset with Leo.
She complained to me for about half an hour straight about Leo seeing a demented chipmunk, or something, though I'm not really sure. I tuned her out after the first few sentences.
Being the daughter of Athena, I always had a book with me, so when I got tired of not listening to Kristin, I started to read.
Kristin stopped mid-sentence. "Are you reading? Seriously, Jenna, do I have to go back to feeding your books to Turnip?" Ugh, I hated Turnip. He was this drakon that apparently didn't grow properly, since he was the size of a house cat. Kristin found him, and claimed him as her pet. She kept him in her cabin, and had him blow fire at campers when she wanted to be left alone. Of course, Turnip couldn't keep Leo away, and Kristin found him probably the most annoying demigod that ever lived. Figures.
"Um, sorry?" Since I cared so very little about what Kristin was telling me, I wasn't in the least bit sorry. I mean, come on. A chipmunk? Was I supposed to respond like I was interested? Either Leo's brain was way too active, or he and Kristin had both completely lost it. And, come on, how could I tell a person that summoned hellhounds at will and had a pet drakon that she'd lost it? I quite like my appendages, thank you very much. So, after my fake apology, I kept my mouth shut.
Kristin raised an eyebrow, not looking convinced. I began racking my brain to remember if I had enough money to replace books destroyed by Turnip.
But Kristin just sighed. "Alright, Jenna. I know you're not gonna like this, but I want you to try and talk some sense into Leo."
It was my turn to look skeptical. "Say what?"
"Please. I have an all-night investigation of a chipmunk hole in my future if you don't help me. Or maybe a charred butt."
I groaned. Leo, with his fire powers, was the runner up to Turnip in book destruction, and I was one of the few people that annoyed him as much as he annoyed me. When I got him seriously irritated, like I felt I was about to do, he went on a book-burning rampage, and I seriously wanted to avoid that.
"Do I have to, Kristin? When I get on his nerves... things burn."
"Oh, please, Jenna. With him here, things burn on a daily basis."
"But those things usually become my books. Why don't you talk to him?"
"I don't feel like it."
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Nope."
I groaned louder. "Okay, fine. But if any, and I mean any of my books are damaged in any way whatsoever due to me annoying Leo, I will hold youpersonally responsible. That means you have to pay for new books. Got it?" It wasn't really a question.
Kristin gritted her teeth. "Fine. I will pay for your stupid books if the hyperactive flamethrower damages them."
"Good. And they aren't stupid."
"Whatever."
I stood and headed towards the Hephaestus cabin, taking my time. Half of my brain was occupied with horrible images of my bookshelves in flames, the other half thinking frantically of places to hide my books, should Leo go on a rampage. I was, in fact, so preoccupied with these thoughts that I ran into someone, and [naturally] I fell over while the other person only stumbled but stayed on their feet.
Figuring my face was about as red as the bright side of Mars, I stood and brushed off my clothes while trying to avert my gaze from the person that I had just tried to take on a ride into the fire of Hestia. When my face quit burning, I looked cautiously up at whoever was standing there. Naturally, it was Leo. And, of course, he looked like he was trying not to laugh. I hated my life.
"Hi, Leo," I said to his feet. My inability to communicate with anyone I didn't normally talk to was killing me in the social world. I mean, in the last year, I'd been invited to one party, and it turned out to be a bunch of old people in a book club. Again, life was going seriously downhill for me.
Leo looked a little concerned. "Um, you're not hitting on me, are you? 'Cause Reyna wouldn't be too happy if you are."
How Leo had managed to get a date with Reyna was now the question of the universe, or at least it was for me. I had been under the impression that she hated him, then [big surprise] I'm the last to find out that they're dating. Story of my life.
I made myself look at his face. "No, Leo, I don't hit on people, as you well know." Seriously, that's what I was known for. Book craziness, and staying forever single. I was hating my life more and more.
"So, can I help you?" Leo asked, still trying not to laugh. I will get him someday.
"Well, Kristin wanted me to talk to you about—"
Leo's hands burst into flames. I realized far too late that I probably should not have mentioned my being Kristin's messenger. Oops.
"It was not a chipmunk! Oooh, Jenna, if you get on my case about last night, I'm going to turn your books to ash." He knew how to threaten me.
I flinched. "Leo Valdez, do not even try coming near my books," I said trying to sound confident. "If I see you even breathe in the direction of a bookshelf, I will get Kristin to set a hellhound on you faster than you can get out a wrench."
"Oh, so now Kristin's on your payroll?" Leo said in an irritated tone that made me nervous.
"Um..."
"Not so sure anymore?"
"Can we please just get to what I came here to talk about? I have somewhere to be."
"What? Your stupid book club that you've been to so many times that you memorized the opening speech? Give me a break."
"It is not stupid! And that speech is short! Not my fault!"
"It's not even a class! It was intended for people to attend one day. They do the same thing every day! You can't seriously call that entertaining!"
"Well, I suppose we have contrasting opinions? Now, can we get to the actual conversation? Believe it or not, I have other things I could be doing."
"Cleaning your cabin? Going to your 'class?' Reading?"
"Leo, would you just shut up?!"
I probably shouldn't have said that.
Leo glared at me, then ran off towards the Athena cabin. I chased him, trying to come up with a way to stop him, but the only thing my stupid brain could do was think Crap, crap, crap...
Upon entering the cabin, I saw one bookshelf already in flames. Turning towards the surviving bookshelves, I saw, to my dismay, Turnip sitting with book three of my favorite series hanging out of his mouth.
Did I mention how much I hate my life?
(A/n) Wow... I finished this pretty fast, considering I just put up chapter 1. Maybe it helped that I was already partway through this chapter when I put up the first part. Or maybe I just have way too much time on my hands. Either way, please review! I'd love to know your opinion on this, and I may give you a shout out on the next one! And, yes, I am a Leyna shipper. Please review! Love you people! ~TLO
