So. I forget if I said I'd probably only update on the weekends, but I'm having midterms, so naturally I'm spending our three half days writing instead of studying. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO series or any related works.
WARNING: CURSE WORDS WILL BE USED! THE F-WORD AND S-WORD ARE USED! IF VULGARITY OFFENDS YOU, I OFFER MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED
When I woke up, I was still too weak to open my eyes. My ears were fine though, and I could hear a conversation just starting up. I listened intently to what they were saying:
"Well clearly he's not a Roman. No one with any knowledge of the gods could be stupid enough to drink an entire glass of nectar."
"Yeah, but then who could he be? He's way over thirteen, and way ripped!"
"How did he even survive this long with no training? And how did our satyrs miss him?"
"I don't know man. What do you think he was doing over by the side of the road in the first place?"
"I'm not sure, but someone checked out the forest, and about thirty miles in they saw a tree."
"Uh, duh! It's a forest!"
"You didn't let me finish! They found a tree impaled in another tree! They pulled it out with their ATV and it was stuck in there four feet!"
"Holy crap dude!"
"I know, right?"
"Remind me not to get on his bad side!"
"Ditto, man, ditto."
"Well, I'll see ya. I've got archery practice."
"Uggggh. Archery."
"I know, right?"
After the two voices stopped, my ears were ringing with all this new information.
Gods? Satyrs? Training? Archery? Four feet?
It sounded like they were talking about Greek mythology. I hadn't paid much attention to the old myths after I had gotten sucked into research about my nickname, but I knew enough to know that satyrs were A, those little goat people, and B, not real.
Soon I had fallen back asleep.
When I came to for the last time, I felt good. Real good. So good in fact, that before I even opened my eyes, I sat up way too fast and immediately hit the person who was standing over me in their face.
With my face. In fact, I was pretty sure I had hit their lips with my lips.
We kissed. I kissed someone. I just had my first kiss. Woohoo!
Before I could leap out of bed and jump for joy, I felt a sharp pain in my jaw. I had just been punched in the face. Hard.
Weird. I thought girls slapped. Oh my god. What if it wasn't a girl? Please tell me I didn't just have my first kiss with a dude!
Not that there's anything wrong with that! I just personally don't want that. But I have to see if it was a girl or a dude! Please no-
I was cut off by a female voice, thank the stars.
"You fucking bastard. You stole my first kiss from me. You. Evil. Asshole!"
She sounded pretty. I decided to take a chance and look at this angry girl.
When I opened my eyes, well... Let me tell you, I was not disappointed.
She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
Her jet black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a perfectly timed slinky launch down a very long flight of stairs.
Her nose fit just right on her face like a piece of tape that was exactly the right size.
And her face. What a face. She was covered in acne and pimples, but so was I, and I knew they would go away. Her acne made her twice as beautiful, I thought, because there wasn't even a hint of make up on her face. She didn't care about it, unlike a lot of the girls at my high school, who slathered their faces in concealer daily.
Her lips were situated just right, like when the stream of water from the water fountain is the perfect height, not so low you have to hunch over, not so high it splashes you in the face, but right in the middle, shooting water directly into your mouth.
Her chin was perfection itself, like when you get a perfect score on a test everyone else fails.
Her forehead was nice.
But her eyes were the craziest things ever.
They were two different colors, and I don't mean in the same eye.
Her left eye was sea green, the light bouncing off it in a way that I thought was reminiscent of the ocean, or some reasonable facsimile.
It was glowering at me with intent to kill, but it was easy to tell that there was great kindness in her. I could tell that if she had truly wanted to kill me I would have been dead already. I'm not saying she wasn't furious, but I wasn't her enemy, and her eye knew it.
Her other eye, her right eye, was something completely different.
It was a stormy grey, which made the whole eye thing even weirder, because I didn't know that someone's eyes could be grey. Nonetheless, it was as intriguing, if not more, than her left eye. This eye seemed much more angry at me than the other. I realized with a start that it seemed as though her green eye was holding back her grey eye, keeping it from attacking me, which was far too funny to ignore. Before I could stop myself, I laughed out loud.
Big mistake.
It was at that moment that I remembered why her incredible eyes were boring through me.
We had both just had our first kisses.
And she was most definitely unhappy about that.
She slowly pulled back her right arm, her face as calm as she could make it.
Before she could throw her punch, I shot up and kissed her.
Before you start hating me for being a pervert, let me say that it was not me who kissed her.
Well, alright, it was me, but it wasn't me.
I wasn't in control of my own body, and I definitely did not do that of my own free will, but I can't say I didn't enjoy kissing the most beautiful girl in the world.
We were both surprised, but her surprise quickly turned to rage. Whatever her green eye had been thinking that made it less angry had clearly been forgotten. Her two eyes were now on the same level, and they were getting angrier by the millisecond. Any part of her that thought the first kiss was an accident quickly turned into pure rage.
The force that had caused me to kiss her suddenly slammed me back down onto the bed, much too hard for my liking, but the girl clearly didn't notice.
She changed the trajectory of her still drawn back fist, and I glanced at where she was aiming.
Before I even had time to gulp, she launched her fist at a super human speed directly at my groin. I didn't think anything could top my nectar experience in the pain department, but she managed. I nearly blacked out again but a second punch to my ribs brought me back to reality. I didn't hear them crack, which was good, but I did hear something.
A high pitched voice whispered to someone, "Dude, that was hilarious! Do it again! Do it again!"
Whoever those hobgoblins were, the girl didn't seem to notice them. She drew back her arm to punch me again, but I used all my strength to cover her mouth with my hand, which she bit, before I was forced up again.
I smashed into the back of my hand several times before those evil goblins noticed. I could hear them curse, and apparently the girl could too.
"Oh shit! We're in big trouble dude! I think Tess saw us!"
Tess. So that's her name. It's as beautiful as her.
"Oh shit man! Run for it!"
I could hear footsteps, and Tess gave me a strange look, almost like she was evaluating me, before she apparently thought it was too much trouble.
Tess ran after them, yelling at the top of her lungs, "Come back here you Stoll Trolls! I swear I'll end you for this!"
All I could do was groan in pain as I watched the most beautiful girl I had ever seen run out of the room.
Even though Tess had just assaulted me, I wished with all my being that I would get to see her again.
"You will, son. You definitely will." said a man's voice. I looked over at where I thought the voice originated, but there was no one there.
I could smell something though. It was faint but very defined, although I couldn't identify it because I had never smelled anything like it before.
I tried to fall back asleep, but Tess was all I could think about. Questions swirled in my mind.
Who in the world is Tess? Why was she leaning over me in the first place? What the hell is a stole troll? Who, and what, had forced me to kiss her? And why did she taste like books?
So? What did you think? Please tell me what you thought! I know Tess is technically an OC, as are the 'Stoll Trolls', but they are clearly less OCish than Ajax, for obvious reasons. Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW! I haven't gotten a single review yet, on ANY of my stories! You might not think reviewing is important, but trust me, it is. Even if you follow and/or favorite, a single review is AT LEAST ten times more gratifying. I don't care if it's just a 'cool' or even a psychotic rant about how I should be thrown in jail for being an awful writer, I still want you to!
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This concludes my gargantuan A/N. Thanks for readin'!
~haajoo master
