Chapter Two

It took her fifteen minutes of singing to make her spine stop throbbing, and longer still to make it back to camp. By the time she made it to her cabin, there were plenty of notes stuck to her solid obsidian door. Boys don't like sad girls. Jack will never be yours. Stop trying. Go back to the Underworld.

Taking them all down and throwing them in one of the torches that were lit with a green flame 24/7, and moving to her coffin shaped bed covered in blood red sheets, the girl sighed and started to remove her armour.

Wincing, Laurel heard a voice behind her. "What have you done to yourself now?" Her ghost servant, Arianna, sighed as she moved to help her young master out of her armour.

"Aphrodite and Apollo girls made me fall out of a tree." She replied bitterly as the deceased woman helped her. "So technically, I didn't do anything." When she first began to attend Camp Half-Blood, her father Nico had given her Arianna as a companion, and she was more than happy to wait upon the daughter of the Ghost King.

Thanking the ghost and grabbing a Fibre 1 Lemon Delight, Laurel opened the door to her cabin and ran right into a male camper's chest. She looked up, and was met with the white-haired blue-eyes son on Khione. Jack Overland. "Sorry about that." He smiled kindly, something Laurel wasn't used to receiving from another camper.

Jack never quite understood the fear and distrusts the other demi-gods aimed towards Laurel Solace-di Angelo, and he understood it even less when he looked in her eyes. They were a marbling of blue and brown, reminding him of planet earth.

She never spoke to anyone, he wasn't sure if anyone had ever heard her voice apart from Mr. D and Chiron. "What can I do for you?" She asked, her voice hushed as if she didn't want anyone else to hear her words, yet the way she spoke was strong despite its tone.

"Oh, uh." Jack blushed, realizing that he had been so lost in her gaze that he had forgotten his purpose for being there. "I came to thank you, for earlier. And to apologize. For the way the girls treated you after the match. Though it wasn't me who did it, my friends did." He looked at his shoes, and saw a piece of paper that Laurel had missed. Picking it up, it read one simple word. Die. "You must be pretty upset."

"Why are you apologizing for them?" She asked, ignoring his comment and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Because they're my friends." He replied simply. There was a moment of silence before either of them spoke again. "I'd like to be your friend, Laurel." What do you mean by that? "As I said. I want to be your friend, Laurel Solace-di Angelo." He tore off a piece of the paper, and threw the other in the green flame of the torch that hung next to the door. He scribbled on a few numbers and his name. "Here, call me whenever. My phone has this chip in it so it can't be tracked by monsters and such, so it's perfectly safe."

She shook her head, "I don't want it." But Jack only sighed and took her hand. Laurel struggled out of his grasp, but he only took it again and pressed the paper to her palm.

He pushed it back at her when she tried to return it, until she sighed and put it in the front pocket of her black jeans. "Bye." She moved past him, and walked towards the Dining Pavilion for much deserved food.

She sat at her table alone, eating alone as she always did; earphones in to ignore the comments the other campers made about her. She took the small piece of paper out of her pocket and looked at his number for a few moments before tucking it away again.

Laurel doubted she would ever need to call Jack Overland.