Thalia
When the words first leave Tristan's mouth I almost laugh, before I take a look at his face. He can't be serious, Half Blood High? No way. He, of all people would know our hatred, no that's an understatement. What's that word Annie used? Loathing.
He's the one who helped us to become the stars we are today. He kick-started our social image, being a celebrity himself, as well as Pipes dad.
But to tell us to go back there? It would be like jumping back in time, erasing all our progress that we've made. We can't just take a break from being an international presence. But you could see Luke.
I don't ever want to see him again.
He's a traitor. He went for that fox of a girl, Khione, without a second thought about what we had. Suddenly, I didn't matter anymore.
If I had to say, the worst thing you could ever do would be to betray someone's trust. Someone you were supposed to be loyal too. He did that without a second thought, so it's clear that he never deserved our friendship at all. Whatever feelings I may or may not have had for him have been squashed. There is no reason for me to go back.
"Dad! No, not happening, do you literally not remember why we left?" Piper's voice has gone part hysterical as she tears her hands through her caramel hair.
"Yeah Tristan, I'm pretty sure we specified that we despise Half Blood High. Why would you even think of sending us back there?" Annie scrutinizes him with that look of hers, making him shift slightly. Ha, go Annie.
"Please don't make us go!" Hazel, the cutest out of all of us, fixes him with another look of her big eyes, the one that always works. Glad to see we're a unified front on this.
"Tristan, I love you, but kindly take your ideas of Half Blood High and stuff them into Tartarus," I say drily. Tristan's our PR manager, on top of being a movie director. I hope he clearly sees how against this we are.
"Ouch," Hazel mouths, miming a pained expression. I roll my eyes at our youngest member, preferring to zone out.
"Tristan, think about it, the record company will freak if we fall behind on songs. High school is way too time consuming and pointless," Annabeth is in full patronization mode. A wonderful quality she gets from her business tycoon mom, Athena Chase. Typically, it annoys the hell out of all of us, however this time, I thank the gods for it. Business Annabeth always gets things done. She seems civil, but in her head, she's attacking you from every side. Logically, Emotionally, Mentally, you name it and she's got it covered with a few sharply cut words from her tongue.
"I think you've got high school covered Annabeth. This is more about the socializing that normal teenagers like yourselves need, so later on in life you guys won't become train wrecks. I've already discussed it with the label. Sorry girls, you're on a one way ticket to Half Blood," he shrugs nonchalantly, like he didn't just make our worst nightmares come true. The kind of shrug that is used to say the item you wanted is actually five dollars more expensive, not that your grandma just died. Tristan can be a Class A jerk sometimes, even if he did want the best for us.
"But, but-" Annie sputters, floundering for the first time in her existence.
"No buts Annabeth, this is final." His voice is the nail in our group coffin, and we've just been dropped six feet under.
Tristan leaves silently, closing the door behind him, probably fearing the wrath of four teenage girls, who are like his own daughters.
"This is not happening!" I yell at a wall. I promised myself I would keep them safe, and ensure that we would never go back there. And what are we doing? Going back there. Behind me, Hazel starts shedding silent tears, while Piper holds her, stroking her curls.
Annabeth paces the room, a nervous tick of hers, trying to think of some scheme to get us out of this terrible fate.
"How could they do this? They know what it was like, social interaction my ass, no one will 'socialize' with us at Half Blood," It's a rare instance where Piper's fury has been awakened, and believe me it's not pretty. Sometimes, her tongue can be a much harsher weapon than Annabeth's wit. Tears of frustration build up in my eyes, and I'm debating screaming my lungs out or breaking down.
"It's okay, we can get through this," Annabeth chants, "We did it before, we can do it again, we're stronger now," Piper, Hazel, and Annie grip hands, and advance towards me.
I back away slowly, "I'm not doing group hug," I warn.
"Thalia this is serious," Piper emphasizes, looking towards Hazel, who sniffs in response.
Gods the things I do for these girls.
They envelop me in group hug, and we stay like that for a while, muffled in each others clothing.
"We're not just friends, we're sisters," I say after a while. There's no one else I would want in my family. Annabeth, Hazel, Piper, they're my girl equivalents of Jason. My heart pangs with guilt at the thought of my younger brother by two months. In joining this new family, I left him behind, alone at our biological, dysfunctional one.
Hazel's whole face lights up with a grin, "A proper family," she exclaims.
"Forever," Annabeth says finally. Forever sisters. I kind of like that.
Pipes smirks, the expression climbing it's way up through her gorgeous features, "We're Sirens. We may sound beautiful, we may look beautiful. But if you mess with us, you're bound to get shipwrecked. Half Blood High won't know what hit them."
Half Blood High would regret the day we ever set foot in it's buildings.
a/n: yayyyy new chapter. please review, and favorite, thank you loves! anyways, any ideas for the siren revenge?
