Courtney's POV
The very next morning, I was called to the Big House. Oh, great, I thought, What did I do now? I nervously tapped on the door, and entered quickly, shutting the door behind me. Chiron was sitting in his wheelchair, quietly reading an old, large book. I cleared my throat, causing Chiron to turn and smile at me. "Hello, Courtney. Thank you for joining us."
"No problem," I said softly, looking down at my feet.
Chiron's eyes softened, "Courtney, there is no need to be nervous. We're all friends and family here."
I felt my cheeks turns pink, "O-ok..." I slowly looked up at Chiron, and gulped, expecting the worst, "W-why did you call me?" Chiron replied, "I needed you to show a new demigod around." My heart beat faster, as I thought the boy from the beach would be the demigod, but my heart fell when I saw the demigod was a very tall, lean, asian girl. "Hullo," the girl said in a heavily accented voice, "My n-name Quinn." You could tell she was having trouble speaking english, but that didn't stop her from smiling so big and sweet.
"Hi there, Quinn. I'm Courtney." I said, holding out my hand for her to shake. She quickly took it, and shook it with a hard grip, "Cour-Cour-Courtney."
I turned to Chiron, "Has Quinn been claimed?" Chiron shook his head, "Not yet, my dear. Now, Courtney, please take Quinn to the Hermes' cabin, and once she's settled, prepare her for Capture the Flag tomorrow."
I nodded and grabbed Quinn's arm, gently pulling her to the Hermes' Cabin.
"Capture...the flag?" She asked. "Yeah, its a game we play here. Now, if you're gonna play, we're gonna need to get you a sword and some armor." Quinn just nodded, but she looked confused and a little scared. "It's ok," I said to her, smiling, "The only thing you should be afraid of is our cabinmates..."
~Later~
As I sat down by the boy, he smiled up at me, "Howzit going, lil' one?" I frowned, but laughed a little, "Lil' one? I am not little!" He smiled cockly, raising an eyebrow, "Oh, really?" He poked me in the side, making me giggle. "Yep."
Reaching over, I started to tickle him. He chuckled, "Nice try, I'm not ticklish," He grabbed my wraists, stopping me. I looked down at our hands. His large hands wrapped around my entire petite wraists. He quickly released my wraists, only to start to tickle me! I started laughing, "Stop it! That tickles!" I shrieked with laughter, "Stop!"
He continued for a few more seconds before he stopped, laughing too hard to continue. We sat there for a good 5 minutes, laughing. After we calmed down, he started staring at me. "What?" I laughed.
Silently, he reached over and gently pulled my hood down, shwoing off my long light brown hair ponytail. "You shouldn't wear your hood all the time. Show off that hair of yours for once." I looked up at him to see him smiling sweetly, only his eyes gave away his cocky attitude. I cleared my throat and looked away, blushing.
"So, Courtney, how did you get to camp?" He asked. My heart stopped, and a lump formed in my throat. Oh no. Not that question. I cletched my fists, letting out a deep breath. "I was born in New Orleans. My...my mom...she...died of cancer when I was 8," I rubbed my dry eyes, hoping that I wasn't crying.
"After that, I was taken in by a woman named Marie. I lived with her until I was 13, when...," I stopped there, taking a deep breath again, "Marie was killed in a plane crash. After that, Marlee, Marie's sister, took me to camp."
The boy was quiet for a while, before he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a hug. "I'm so sorry. I...shouldn't have asked," He said, softly. I wiped my eyes, blushing spreading over my cheeks, "Its ok. It was in the past," My mind was telling me to push away from him, but I couldn't. He was just so...warm, and soft, but still hard. My eyes started to close but I shot them open, only for them to close again. I could tell he was smiling, when he started to stroke my hair, "Just go to sleep, Courtney. Everything will be alright..."
With that, my eyes closed for the final time, and I whispered, "Good night..."