Chapter Three: Written by OxIzzyxO

By dinner, everything had calmed down. All my activities had gone smoothly, and everyone had stopped calling me "Mrs. Butterworth". Not that that was clever at all. Or reasionable, seeing as none of it was my fault. Right now was the campfire; the very best time of the day. The time when the entire camp joined together and just had fun. We Apollo kids would take turns performing songs together while the others sat and talked, or roasted marshmallows.

The fire was warm and bright with the fluffy feeling of unity that seemed to smoother is all. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Percy and Annabeth holding eachother close and whispering to one another. It was times like these that made me crave affection. I looked on, not wanting to intrude. It was then that I realized that there was only one Stoll at the campfire; which one, I don't know. But the absence of the other put an uncomfertable feeling in my stomach.

That night as I curled up in bed, a crumpling sound came from under my pillow. Sitting up and reaching under, I pulled out a folded piece of paper. I had about five more minutes before Will would call lights out, so I unfolded it and read:

"Dear Abby,

Just lettin ya know that I have your shurt shirt, so come by the Hermes cabin tomorrow durring lunch and I'll give it to you.

Sinseraly You're friend,

Connor"

I chuckled to myself and mentally cursed dyslexia as I put the note onto my bedstand so that I would remember it in the morning, and fell back onto my pillow.

The next morning, the sounds of Will's guitar singing "Hey There Dalilah" eased me out of sleep. As I was prepairing for my day, my eyes caught onto something on my nightstand. Oh yeah, the note... I slipped it into my pocket and followed Will to breakfast.

Lunch finally rolled by, and I bid some of my siblings goodbye as I made my way towards the Hermes cabin. The last time I had been here, was my first day at camp. It was crowded and way too loud for me to even hear myself think. Kids had been everywhere; throwing paper balls and wrestling. Now, everything seemed a little quiet. No over zelioused kids were trying to strangle eachother, no unknown projectiles needed to be dodged, and I almost doubted the fact that this was even the same building.

I knocked softly on the door. Almost instantly, it swung open to reveal Caralyn Murcury; the soul Daughter of Hermes. She had a curly mess of dirty blonde hair, along with the signature navy blue eyes and elvish features. Cara also seemed to always wear a suspicious expression, and if she were contemplating whether or not you would bust her for something. All together, Cara reminded me of what people may call a 'troublesome pixy'.

"Yes, hello?" She looked at me exppactantly and I nearly chocked.

"Uh...Connor told me to come here.." I mumbled, feeling my ears go hot.

Her eyes lit up. "Oh yes!" She exclaimed. "Come in! Come in! He's waiting for you!" She grabbed my wrist and flung me into the cabin before stepping outside and slamming the door; but not without winking at me, of course. I stared at the wood.

Honest to the Gods, I have no idea why Will likes her.

"Why, hello, dearest Abby." I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of the voise. Whipping myself around, I came face to face with who I can only presume was Connor.

"Uh, hi Connor."

"Hold on, let me just go grab your shirt." I nodded and he turned to a bunk; dragging a douffel bad from under it. He took two items out of the bag. The first he handed to me. The fabric of the shirt was soft and felt wonderful inbetween my fingers. It was a light yellow babydoll that was both simple and warm. I smiled at Connor.

"It's perfect. Thank you."

He smiled back. "It's no problem."

It was then that I noticed the other item. Connor had tucked it under his arm. I book, I realized. The title stuck out just enough for me to read...

"Wormholes?" I asked. Connor looked down at the book.

"Uh, yeah. It's for an Athena kid." I nodded.

"So, uh, where were you durring the campfire last night?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Looking through your stuff."

"...O-kay. And just...why?" What in Zeus' name was going on?

Connor's face turned red. "No! I-I just needed to know which bunk was yours! I swear!" He shouted at me in a panic.

"It-It's okay, I guess.." I chuckled awkwardly, but he seemed relieved.

"Good. Well, I had better go."

"Yeah," I agreed, turning twords the door. "I'll see you later."

That night, as I was prepairing to head to the showers, I noticed something missing. I checked around my bunk; in the covers, under the bed. Nothing. Then I checked every laundry hamper in the cabin. Still nothing. Finally, I got tired with this game.

"Hey Kayla," I called to one of my sisters "Have you seen my red bra?" Kayla and I were roughly the same size, so we often shared clothes. Maybe she borrowed it or something?

She shook her head. "Nope, I haven't. Why? You think someone stole it?" I shrugged.

"I don't know-maybe." I tryed to think-who would steal a bra? It wasn't any of my brothers, they were too wimpy. One of my sisters maybe? But why would they have any reason to? Perhaps it was an Aphrodite kid... Then it hit me.

Stole.

Stoll.

"CONNOR!"