A/N

I just wanted to say that I do realise Nico is gay, but it's a fanfic. Specifically a THALICO fanfic. I received a message saying that Nico isn't into girls, i just waned to confirm i have read the books and I do know that. And thanks for any messages you guys have sent me, I really appreciate it.

I knocked on the door to Annabeth's house, took half a step back and waited. Her face brightened when she saw me.

"Thalia!" she pulled me into a hug and shut the door. When she pulled away, she looked at me, her face serious. "Do I have my picture?" she held her hand out.

"No, you don't, and unless you wanna come take it for yourself, then you're not gonna get one,"

"Why couldn't you take it last night?"

"Because I was sleeping before he was,"

"Then why didn't you sleep after you took the picture?"

"Because I was tired and cold and wet and I wasn't it the mood,"

"Why weren't you in the mood?"

"Because I wasn't," I folded my arms. "Do you have any Ben and Jerry's?" I walked past her, into the kitchen.

I opened the door to the freezer and peered inside, reaching my hand in to take out the hard tub of ice cream. Considering everything that had happened this morning and the night before, you would have thought I wouldn't want to be here, but I thought it's better to keep myself busy doing something fun than to sit around all day thinking about it and trying not to throw up. It would take my mind off it and make me less suspicious. God, what was I talking about? Why would I have been suspicious in the first place? All my mother knew was that I was with Luke, and his mother knew that we had gone to study then to his house. No one suspected anything. After all, they had no reason to. Right?

"Thalia, what's wrong?" Annabeth sat opposite me at the table.

"Nothing, why?" I looked up from the tub. "Why would anything be wrong?"

"The first thing you do when you come to my house is get ice cream, you only do stuff like that when you're worried,"

"I'm fine," I brushed it off, smiling.

"Thals, you're my best friend, you know you can tell me, right?"

"Sure, Annie, but there's nothing to tell, so…"

She eyed me, turning her head slightly. "Fine, what d'you wanna do?"

"Mmm… I wanna get a load of people round and have a massive party,"

"Apart from that, my parents will be back at about noon tomorrow, they'll kill me,"

"They won't, I promise, I'll help you tidy everything up, promise,"

"And what about the drunks that fall asleep?"

"I'll kick them 'till they get out,"

She groaned. "Thalia, no, what if my parents come back early?"

"Then I'll say I forced and threatened you to,"

I heard her sigh. "Fine, but a small one,"

"Yes!" I stood up, pushing my hands together. "But you can't wear that, go get dressed properly," I pointed to her orange and grey flannel shirt and pale blue pants.

When she came down, (now wearing a white short sleeved, knee length dress, pale grey flats and a pair of owl earrings) I had completely transformed her house from, well, a house, to a, well, I kinda just made it more party reception-y. Whatever, you know what I mean.

"So, we've got the cups on the table, the drinks are spiked, lights, unnecessary furniture moved to the sides of the room, I've invited Percy, Piper, Hazel, Leo, Frank, Chris, Clarisse and Reyna," I rushed, putting down my phone on the glass table in the centre of the living room. "I invited a load of other kids from school and then I just put a couple notices around the neighbourhood and on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram,"

"Thals, I said small," she complained, laughing slightly.

"Woops," I put a hand to my lips. "I guess I could uninvite Percy…" I gave her an evil look, deliberately trying to annoy her.

"Don't you dare," she pointed a finger at me. "Or I'll tell your mom what you really did with Luke yesterday," her eyebrows were raised.

"If you dare-" my Marilyn Manson ringtone went off.

"Thalia?"

"What d'you want Jason?" my sigh was audible.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at Annie's, why?"

"When are you coming back?"

"I dunno, sometime tomorrow,"

"You could have told me, mom's freaking again,"

"Yeah, well, she always freaks, so fuck off, I'm busy," I hung up and put the phone down.

I guess the alcohol washed the nausea away. Maybe someone else had spiked the drinks too. Extra spike. Maybe I was high. Maybe I was just incredibly drunk. I was vaguely aware of the sweat building up on my neck and on my forehead as I flung myself around with everyone else. There must have been at least a hundred people. Thank god Annabeth's parents had a large house, or there wouldn't have been enough room for everyone, and therefore, no point in having a party at all. I remember the insides of my thighs hurting slightly. I think maybe my phone went off a few times too. I don't remember if I answered it or not. I think there was something to do with videos or photos on my phone too. Or maybe someone else's. Just remember not to ever hit your head on a door; it hurts like a bitch.

When I woke my head was throbbing and so were my thighs. I felt disfigured. Almost broken or bent. My neck was aching. My throat was sore. So were my arms. My feet hurt and so did the right of my head. It felt like there was something crusted on there. My chest felt heavy. I was on the couch. I opened my eyes to find some guy with a red Mohican sprawled, shirtless across my chest, some naked guy laying on the corner of the glass table and another guy, without his pants on, laying widthways across the couch with his head hanging off the edge and his feet hanging over the back, three fingers in my mouth and the other hand shoved under my bra. My head was on his stomach. I took his hand out of my mouth and closed my eyes again, trying to sleep of the hangover. Despite wearing nothing but my underwear, I wasn't cold, but in fact rather hot.

"Thalia!" Annabeth nudged me. "Thals, get up, my parents will be back soon,"

I groaned.

"Thals, come on,"

I sighed. "Get me my clothes,"

"No! Get them yourself. Or I'll bust you on everything,"

"On what?"

"You know, only the million times you've stolen things, the time you vandalised someone's car, stuff like that,"

"Fine," I shifted everyone who had been on me and struggled back into my clothes from yesterday.

Annabeth was going round collecting all the trash, so it was my job to get everyone out before her parents came back which could be at any minute. She was panicking a bit, but there was no reason to. I basically just kicked everyone and told them to fuck off. Someone tried to hit me back, but they were way too wasted to do any damage. They only got a kick to the face.

Since I had got everyone out, I went to help Annie with the trash. "I'll do that, you check my phone for any texts messages that might ruin my life. Check photos too, I don't want stuff like that on there, anyone could look at it," I threw her my phone and started picking up the rest of the trash.

"There's one text to your mom saying, 'Hey John, this is daddy, let's go to the strip club', but apart from that, your texts are fine," she continued scrolling and tapping on my phone. "Let's look at your photo's then, shall we?" she pulled a face. "What the hell is that?" she showed me the screen.

"Looks like some dude's cock,"

"Lovely," she continued scrolling, after deleting the photo. "The fuck Thalia?" she threw my phone on the floor, cringing away from it in disgust.

"What?"

"I'm not touching that,"

"What's wrong?"

"You made a fucking sex tape and the phone went everywhere. Like, literally,"

I snorted. "You better go wash your hands then," I pointed to the kitchen.

"God," she muttered. "How fucking kinky can you get?"

The sound of keys in the door startled me.

"Shit," Annabeth said, stuffing the rest of the cups in the bag. "It's my mom. Put the bag in the trash can outside," she whispered, pushing me out the door.

Sorry this chapter was so short, It's just I've been on holiday a lot and I'm going again on Friday and i haven't really had much time to write it.