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Chapter 2

I opened my eyes and turned over in my bed. I groaned when I saw the time. 4:45. Why did I always have to wake up unnaturally early? Well, ok that isn't the right, more like, "Why did my body always wake up early?" I rolled out of bed and pulled on my sneakers. I had slept in my cloths so I didn't have to change. Most people probably would but I didn't care. I grabbed my cell phone (yes, I know, it's against the rules for half-bloods to have cell phones, quite bothering me about it), and walked out of my apartment. The hallway was mainly silent, except for the teenagers partying. Whatever in Hades made them do that, I don't know. I pushed the button for the elevator then walked in when it opened. I pushed the button for the first floor and leaned against the railing and waited. When the doors opened and I walked out the lady manning the front desk gave me a weird look. I just glared.

The night air was nice. New York was silent, except for the few gangs hanging around. I walked around, not really going anywhere in particular. I saw a fast food restaurant and decided I could use a soda and walked in. When I got to the cashier, she gave me a weird look, because who wouldn't think it's weird that a fifteen year old is walking around at 4:45 in the morning?

"May I help you?" She said.

"Just a soda," I said handing her the money. Yes, I happen to have money, don't ask where I got it. She handed me a cup, still looking at me weird. I finally got sick of it.

"What?" I half yelled at her. Her reaction was hilarious I have to admit.

"You just seem a little young to be walking around in a bad part of New York alone," she said. I sighed.

"Lady, I'm fifteen." She just shook her head and waved me aside. I took the cup and walked over to the soda dispenser. I scanned the sodas and decided on Mountain Dew then walked out. I walked around NY and before I knew it was at Central Park. I started to get a weird feeling and looked around, my hand slipping into my pocket, feeling for my pocket knife that was really a sword. Sure enough, a huge scorpion appeared out of nowhere. And by huge, I mean ten feet long and at least the height of two me's, and I'm 5'6 ½. I sighed and cursed in Greek then took out my "pocket knife" and pressed a button and the black sword appeared. I thickened the shadows around me and approached the scorpion. It was running around destroying the park and then there were the people. Let's just say they weren't too happy. I stood a few feet away from the scorpion and yelled at it. It turned towards me and I ducked as its claw practically smacked me. I slashed at one of its legs and it made a screechy noise. It tried to grab me with its claw, and it almost pinched me in half, had I not dove to the left. It moved and I was forced to crawl beneath it. I vaguely remembered that Annabeth said that if you stabbed a scorpion in the middle of its stomach or something that it would die. So, I did that and sure enough it died, well started to. But, of course, the universe hates me. The scorpion curled up like spiders do when you smash them, but unfortunately, it curled up on top of me. I managed to crawl out but not without getting covered in this…..stuff. Don't know what it is, it's just gooey and reeks.

The only good thing that came out of this was that my soda survived the whole thing. Talk about a diehard soda. I walked over and grabbed it then made my way back to my apartment. After a few minutes I heard footsteps behind me and turned around. To my surprise, there was Emery, running towards me. She stopped when she reached me and wrinkled her nose. I don't blame her.

"Man, what did you do to smell like that?" She asked. I tried to think of something.

"I…fell and landed in this…..stuff," I said. Yeah I know, lame but it's all I could think of. She smirked.

"Smart one," she said, "Well, anyways. I'm glad I found you. My dad wanted to meet you." I groaned.

"Why?" I asked.

"He just wanted to meet the 'young man that showed me around the school,'" she said, using air quotations.

"Fine," I said reluctantly.

"Take a shower first though," she added quickly. I smirked.

"Ok, Mom," I said, adding the 'mom' just because. She rolled her eyes and walked with me to my apartment and waited while I took a quick shower. By the time I was changed and we were ready to go, it was 7:30. She called her dad and asked if she could take me to her house after school and he said sure so we headed to school. Of course we had to come by her house so she could grab her backpack.

We walked through the doors, getting a few looks at us walking in together. I just looked at them darkly and they looked away. I enjoyed the fact that I could scare people so easily. Anyways, we walked into history and took our seats in the back. Mr. Johnson was passing out tests and when he got to me he looked at me oddly, like he was so shocked that I had actually arrived on time. I hated tests. Mostly because I was dyslexic and it was hard to read the tiny print. I swear the people who type up the tests just do that on purpose. It gives me headache. But anyways I did the test and wrote my name on the top then stood and walked to Mr. Johnson. I handed him my test and walked back to my seat. Once there, I reached down and rummaged around in my backpack and grabbed my Ipod then pressed play. After a few minutes Emery finished and we started passing notes, to the amusement of many kids in the class. What's so funny about passing notes I don't know. Soon the bell rang and we went to English, which was boring like usual. I took a nap in this class, mainly because I was tired. However, this nap was rudely interrupted. The teacher, Mrs. Jackson, smacked my head with her stick thing. This, got me irritated and I am not the nicest person when I'm mad. So, I grabbed the stick and smacked her with it. Yeah, I am aware that you could get arrested for abusing a teacher but I didn't really care.

"Nico Di Angelo! Would you like to go to detention?" She asked, surprised by my actions. I glared at her.

"Try smacking with that again and you'll be going to the hospital," I growled.

"I ought to call your parents," she said. Good luck with that lady.

"I don't have any," I said.

"Then who paid for you to get in?" Honestly, does it really matter?

"A friend." Actually, if you wanna know who really paid for me to get into school, it was Chiron. Miss Jackson (and I mean Percy's mother) was going to but I convinced her otherwise. So I went to Chiron, since she so desperately wanted me to go to school. So, Chiron paid for it. I told him he didn't have to but he did. But I'm getting off track. Back to my annoying English teacher.

"Nico, I'll give you a choice," She said. Oh! I'm SO happy!

"You can either go to dentition and let him decide what to do with you or I'll give you extra homework, you can decide." I looked at her, slightly surprised she was being so nice.

"I don't care," I said. She sighed and told me to read some extra chapters in some book and write a ten page essay on it, along with that she gave me some extra grammar sheets to do. I took them and put them in my backpack, by the time all this was over the bell rang and I took off to my next class, not waiting for Emery.

Since I'm sure you guys don't wanna hear about the rest of the day (and because I really don't feel like it), I'll just summarize. Ok, so the next class was math. Nothing exciting really happened in that class, just the usual algebra and annoying kids. After that we had PE, which was fun, at least, more so than the rest of the classes, we played dodge ball. Emery ended up as team captain, so it was me along with a few other kids. We beat the other team by…a lot. It was sorta pathetic. Then there was lunch, Emery sat with me and Jason (which by the way, he found VERY amusing). We talked about random stuff. After that there was recess, again nothing exciting. The only remotely exciting thing was the fact that I got into a fight with this dude (which Emery intervened on after a few minutes). My lip and nose were bleeding but not majorly. The other kid however, I can't say had the same luck. I broke his nose. Don't hate on me! He deserved it, the punk. Then there was a break class, which basically 20-ish kids are all stuffed into a class and told to do whatever. And that's it. So now me and Emery are heading to her house. We walked in and Emery tossed her backpack on the floor by the door, I did the same.

"I'm home!" She yelled. Somewhere in the house I heard her dad.

"Hey kiddo!" I heard footsteps on stairs then he appeared in the hallway.

"Is this your friend?" He asked. Oh yeah. You probably wanna know what he looks like. He was tall and had dark hair, like Emery. He was in faded jeans and a shirt with Three Days Grace printed on it. So, he has good tastes in music. That's good.

"Yeah. Dad this is Nico. Nico this is my Dad," she said, gesturing to each of us. We shook hands.

"Nice to meet ya Nico," he said, "Help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen. There's soda, popcorn and some other stuff. But I got to run to Home Depot, I'll be back." He grabbed his keys then he left. They had a nice house, big. We go some sodas and snacks then went up stairs to her room. Aside from her room and the dad's office, there was a huge room that had a flat screen, a couch, one of those mini fridges, a pool table and a rack that had some XBOX 360 games on it. Oh, and the XBOX hooked up to the flat screen.

"So, there's a XBOX and some games," Emery said.

"What games do you have?" I asked, wondering around the room.

"All of the halo's, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, Black Ops and a whole lot of other first person shooters," she said, "Me and my dad like those kind of games." I nodded, smiling. She's not that bad after all.

But, we went to her room, which was a light grey with red splattered on it. The first wall you saw had a window, which looked out over the street, to the right of the window was a table with a computer on it along with one of those wheelie chairs that you can spin around in. To the left of the window was a big CD player with one of those mic's with it, next to the CD player was a stack of CD's. Then there was a dresser, a beanie bag chair, one of those chairs that was circular that sorta dipped in (what do you call those things?), and a queen size bed. All in all, she had a cool room. We listened to music and sat in her bed and talked awhile. Then we fell asleep at 2:00….together….in the bed….alone….yeah that wasn't really supposed to happen. But since her bed was big it worked. We didn't do anything! Geez perverts. Oh, and her dad came over half an hour after he left and he went to bed at like…midnight. At least today was Friday so we had the weekend. Emery wasn't really that bad and her dad seemed pretty cool. So, I guess I have another friend, hopefully it'll last.