Hiiii, guys. So for the last 2 chapters, basically nobody R&R. But I looked at my Traffic Stats and ALOT of people are reading this story. So I decided to continue with it. I just wish you people would R&R more… Oh, and something I forgot in the last Author's Note:
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I wish I did…
~4 months later~
Nico's POV
With my guitar perched on my lap, I had a legit excuse to just be sitting here, right outside the Hades cabin, leaning against its obsidian wall; in reality, I was doing something much more creepy than messing around with my Gibson. I was watching her. The way her long perfectly straight black hair was so shiny and smooth in the sun, the way her sideways bangs fell perfectly across her forehead. The way her smile lit up the world, and the way she looked amazing in just a pair of jeans and a tight navy blue hoodie. The way her dark, dark blue eyes sparkled with electricity; and when she looked up and caught my eye with a sideways smile, I felt all that electricity run through me in the most addictive way. Oh yes, she was beautiful, she was stunning, something to be cherished.
And she's walking towards me right now. Don't panic.
I start to panic.
"You little creeper, I saw you watching me Di Angelo," she grins. I didn't fool her for one second. And even though I start to blush like crazy, I decide it would probably be best to play it cool.
"You know I can't resist you, mi bella." I get immense satisfaction at the way her eyes get a little wide and her cheeks flush. I can tell shes pleased, as she holds back a smile. "And, where may I ask is your brother?"
"Sword training with Perce," she mumbles. Ah, now she can't meet my eye. I smirk in amusement.
"Thank you. You can go back to daydreaming about me."
She looks up in shock, and for a second, I see panic, horror, defensiveness, denial; everything she is hiding from me. I put the pieces together. No way. No fucking way. She really was daydreaming about me. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if that's all she ever thinks of me. What if she's sharing the same dreams as me? The ones where I wake up covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, panting hard and frustrated the amazing fantasy had ever come to an end?
No. How could she? No one, and I mean no one wanted to date a son of Hades. Especially not this one. Besides, even if that one little chance, that one sliver of hope were correct and she did in fact want me; what would our fathers say? I shudder.
"Ugh. Your awful pretentious for someone who sits around and does absolutely nothing all day, Nico," she mutters too quickly, telling me she's getting defensive of herself, like a kid caught doing something they know they shouldn't. But she still hit home with that one. I really did do nothing all day. I had my music (the band) and my obsession (her). That was it. I mean, I was good with my sword, almost as good as Percy or Lee. And I could master my 'Child of the Underworld' powers pretty well, also. But I never did anything big, worth while. Maybe its time I did.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Nico," she swats down in front of me and grabs my hand in hers. Suddenly my heart rate doubles and I feel out of control. "That was really mean. I didn't mean it."
Oh gods. Now she's biting her lip and looking at me with those big blue eyes. I melt into a puddle of want and desire. Her hand trails up my arm, leaving a trail of electricity up my arm to my shoulder, to my neck, to my cheek where she stops.
I'm not breathing. I am still. She cups my cheek and stares at me, the previous forgiveness she had conveyed in her eyes long gone, replaced with raw desire and curiosity.
"Nico…" she whispers my name, softly, sexily, passionately.
"Please," I whimper, not caring about embarrassment anymore. No, I was way past that. I was far too lost in her eyes to ever find my way out again.
She gasps at my plea, and pulls back a little. She looks me over a couple times, verifying my honesty. When she is thoroughly satisfied that I am telling the truth, that I truly want her, right now, more than anything in the world, she moves her hand from my cheek to my chest and pushes it flat against it. She leans into my ear.
"We need to talk," she whispers.
"My place tonight?" I offer automatically. 10 minutes ago, tonight was going to be like any other night. She would come over to the Hades cabin and she would come to my room and we would sit down and laugh and gossip and listen to music and watch stupid movies and pig out.
But now everything has changed because she's pulled back so I can see her nodding her head vigorously in agreement, excitement apparent in her eyes. I have to smile at that. Tonight was going to be different.
She is about to stand up and run off to tell Bianca (her best friend, practically sister) about this new development when I see her hesitate. She quickly leans in and kisses me on the cheek. And then she is gone.
Reach up and touch where she kissed me, grinning like a fool.
If possible, I think I was even more in love with Thalia Grace than I had been 10 minutes ago.
