"Where have you guys been?!" Percy asked. "In the gardens," I said (sounding British), quoting Mary from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. (A/N That is a really good book)

"Yeah, we were talking," Piper confirmed. Thalia and Nico nodded.

Jason and Percy looked suspicious, but I ignored it. I knew they'd investigate Thalia while we were "asleep."

I felt two people carrying me off of my bed.

I felt myself being put in a chair and I snapped my eyes open. My hands were poorly tied behind my back and my feet weren't tied at all. They forgot to gag me too.

"What do you know about Annabeth and Nico dating?" Percy shot at me.

"Where would you get that crazy idea?" Annabeth and Nico? WHAT?!

"Someone let it slip that Annabeth and Nico were meeting in the garden every night," Jason snapped.

"Two things, maybe three. 1. Jason, why do you care? 2. Percy, aren't you dating Annabeth? And 3. Nico and I are dating. Can I go now?"

I had untied my hands a while ago and I stood up and left. They looked at me in absolute shock. My choppy black hair was falling out of the ponytail I had put it in before bed. I wore black PJs. There was a black T-shirt with an electric blue lightning bolt. The shorts were also black, but they were just plain.

Sleep came upon me as soon as my head hit the pillow. Z-Quil probably wasn't good to take every night, but I still took it every night.

The sun woke me up; my back was stiff in my cot. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to tear the mattress to pieces. Huh, I'll ask Leo if they have a spare mattress in his dorm. He always has extra stuff. I don't know how Frank deals with it, but he's a good guy.

Hazel had a dorm to herself, I don't know why I'm not in a dorm with her, I'm just not. I should ask why.

Speaking of, she walked into our dorm at that moment.

"Hey guys," she greeted.

"Hi Hazel," we said.

I know I just transferred here, but I don't have a roommate. Thalia was in a cot in a room, and I had an extra bunk. I should ask why she doesn't have a roommate.

"Morning boys!" I said, opening the boys' door. The grumbled and I shut the door.

Just across the hall from them was the girls. So I opened the door and greeted, "Hey guys." "Hi Hazel," the said back. I expected more, and my face fell. But only for a moment. I couldn't let them see my disappointment.

"Hurry up, or else the boys'll take all the bacon!" They rushed to finished getting ready. They love their bacon!

We ran down to breakfast and I looked down the hallways as we passed them in the elevator and doors opened.

4 students from three levels, including ours, stepped in. 12 students. That's not safe. Eh, no one cared anyway. We were fine.

As the door opened Reyna was standing there, arms crossed, left foot tapping. Her black blazer had a new pin on it. A diamond. Her black skirt was freshly pressed and her black stilettos were newly polished. Oh no. Reyna was always bad news.

"How many were on that elevator?" She asked sharply, her voice piercing the air; her minty breath persuading it to tell her. "12, ma'am," I spoke up.

"Thank you Hazel, now can you tell me how many the school code says can be on an elevator at once?"

"8 ma'am," I said. "Good, Hazel."

Let's just say we were late to breakfast.