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~*The Babysitter*~
~*~*Chapter Three*~*~
~*~*So Not Erudite*~*~
_~*Thalia's P.O.V.*~_
I open the door, and immediately anger bubbles up inside me. It wasn't just the fact that I had to pay for everything on our first date; no, it went deeper than that. "Luke," I hiss. I hope he can hear the venom in my voice. Luke is leaning against the doorway on his right arm, holding a can of beer in his left hand. " 'Sup Thals," he slurs. I try to shut the door, but he blocks it with his foot. "Luke, go home," Percy says, and I can hear the hatred in it. He drinks the rest of his beer, then tosses the can behind him. Annabeth ushers Delilah and Tyson out of the room. Luke pushs past me and strolls in, plopping down on the couch.
I want to smack him.
Suddenly, Nico appears next to me. "Um. . .What did I miss?" he asks.
_~*Annabeth's P.O.V.*~_
After 20 minutes of yelling at Luke, I decide to let Thalia handle it. I shove everyone out of the room and wait for the eruption. I hear a loud SMACK!after one minute of silence, and Luke cry out in pain. "YOU FREAKIN' -" BEEEEP! "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAME HERE! WIPE THAT DAMN SMILE OFF YOUR -" BEEP! "- FACE, YOU JACK-" BEEP! Every time she swears, Percy and I cover Tyson's and Delilah's ears. There are many more vulgar shouts and smacking sounds, followed by more shouting and his drunk replies. Finally, after definitely a half hour, I assume Luke has left when there is silence. I check on Thalia, just to find her sitting on the couch with her face buried in a pillow, sobbing. I sit down next to her and rub her back. When she has cried herself dry, she lifts her head and says quietly, "I got a little makeup on the pillow." I notice on the olive green pillow that there are two black outlines of heavily mascaraed eyes.
I laugh. "That's okay. Delilah's juice stain was worse," I say to her. She smiles and wipes her eyes with her sleeve. I run off and return with a box of tissues. A veil of silence falls upon us as she composes herself. Finally, when I cannot stand the quiet anymore, I ask, "You okay now?" She takes a deep, shaky breath and nods. I allow everyone else to come back in. Nico sees her red, puffy eyes, and runs out the door. Thalia looks confused and. . .A little hurt? Yes, definitely hurt. But she perks up after five minutes when he runs back in. But he has a black eye, his teeth are clenched, his hands are balled into fists, and he looks angry yet satisfied. "Um. . .Where'd you go?" Thalia asks. He blushes like a strawberry.
"It's nothing important."
_~*OH I'M A LINE-BREAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKK!*~_
We end up getting to see only half of the movie. "I can't believe it!" I exclaim as we all walk through the front door. "Uriah Pedrad wasn't in it!" "His name was on the scoreboard," Percy tells me. I sigh. "I know, but he's supposed to show up." He rolls his eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna go get a cookie." He begins to walk away. "Hey, no sweets before dinner," I yell. He turns around for a moment and shouts, "I AM DAUNTLESS! I CAN'T BE CONTROLLED!" He tries to run away, but ends up slipping on Tyson's toy car. He falls on his back with a loud thud. I burst out laughing, clutching my sides. "Well, we know who's not Erudite." I head to the kitchen to get a drink, stepping over him. He grabs my left ankle as I step over his stomach, and brings me down next to him. I glare at him, but I can't keep it seeing his lopsided smirk. We end up laughing hysterically on the floor, looking like maniacs I assume. Then, I remember Thalia and Nico are standing there. I stop, clearing my throat, and get up. They're staring at us, until Nico smirks deviously and Thalia squeals like an excited little girl.
I raise an eyebrow at them, then get a drink from the fridge. Percy ravages the plate of blue cookies (don't ask) on the counter before I can stop him. As he takes his sixth cookie, I smack it out of his hand. "No," I say. He pouts, then runs upstairs. I hear him play his guitar and smile at the floor. Thalia and Nico look at me, then glance at each other. They're beaming like wild. "What?" I ask. "You guys are SO cute together!" she says loudly, clapping her hands excitedly. "What are you talking about?" He chuckles, rolling his dark brown eyes. "You're so not Erudite either, apparently," he comments vaguely. I catch on to what he means, and brush it off. I pretend to look confused as I start prepping for dinner. "You guys can stay for dinner if you want," I say. I hope they don't catch my nervous blushing.
I'll admit it, I think I do like Percy; but could I see myself with him?
Not.
In.
A million.
Years.
I think. . .