So I finally finished this chapter, even thought I'm supposed to be doing math right now. I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed!

Dedicated to: Suzie, yes, I'm still you're bitch, and you are still my hoe (Long story)

Matt (Rock, paper scissors, sex! Love you!)

Highlight of the day: I bought a shirt that says "I HATE all Haters". I'm pround to say I wear ironic clothing.

Things were getting better, I guess.

I was kinda decent at most of the camp activities, and I started to get along with most people. Even Clarisse said hi one day. I fell into the routine pretty easily, and soon I felt at home.

I tried to push the weird capture the flag event behind me, and ignore that I ever heard those voices. Still, I was sort of freaked out.

But other than that, things were fine. People were getting used to the fact that I always would play me guitar at the beach, because that's where it sounded the best, and that my sketchbook was basically my best friend.

"Hey, why are you going to sleep with that in your hands?" Percy asked me.

I looked down at my skecthbook and cante. "I draw in my sleep."

"You what?"

I sighed. "I always draw while I'm asleep, and the picture always reflects my dream. I beat the you-can't-remember-your-dreams system."

"I always remember the creepy ones." Percy frowned.

"Who doesn't? I can remember the nice ones this way."

"Sure..."

So everything was regular for me by now. I took Ancient Greek from Percy, but I was already ahead of him after five classes. I felt like a nerd, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. The only thing I found annoying was when people asked me to participate in swim races. Even if I was Poseidon's kid, I couldn't swim for shit, and that left me really insecure. I mean, everyone was pressuring me. I just... I don't know, I was kind of scared. I probably can't drown, but I would just keep looking stupid if I didn't try. So I did the natural thing. I went swimming at three o'clock in the morning.

Now, just because I don't swim, it doesn't mean that I don't have swimsuits. Last year I'd go to the beach with a bunch of friends on Saturday, and I'd lie down on the sand and tan.

So anyways, here I am in a bikini staring at the water, not quite sure what to do. I edged a bit closer to the ocean, but I was shivering in the dark. I took a deep breath, and took a step closer so that the tide reached up to my feet. The water came up, then went back down, and I stepped closer. The water wasn't half as cold as I expected it to be, and after about ten mintues of taking on step for each wave, my legs were completely submerged. I didn't know what to do next, so I dove in.

I didn't realized that I had perfect clear vision underwater. I experimentally kicked my leg, and I slid through the water gracefully. I kicked again, and moved my arms into breststrke, or at least as much like that as possible. I'd learned about swimming by watching Micheal Phelps in the Olympics. I didn't care if he was a pothead.

I swam deeper into the water, and just twirled around. My hair floated loosly around me, but was perfectly dry. Cool, I wouldn't have to re-straighten it. I was about twenty feet under when I made another discovery. I could breathe underwater.

At about five o'clock I resurfaced and I swam back towards the shore. I got out of the water and ran towards my cabin as quickly as possible, to avoid being eaten. A whole bunch of kids told me that if we snuck out, we would probably be the cleaning harpies' meal. I didn't want to experience that.

I ran up the side of Cabin three and tried to pry open the door, but it was locked.

I ran up around to the back and lifted the window until the space was just big enough for my to fit through.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed at Percy.

He and Annabeth were making out, and feeling each other up. I didn't care what they did, I just didn't like seeing it.

"Oh, hi." Annabeth said quickly fixing her hair, and pulling down her shirt so it covered up her back.

"Percy, I'll be expecting that case of beer." I said smoothly while picking up my clothes and make up.

"Two if you don't tell anyone." Percy smiled.

"Sure." I wasn't planning on telling anyone anyway.

I went back out through the window and sprinted across to the washroom. I quickly changed into one of the hideous orange t-shirts and a pair of denim short shorts. I opened up my make up bag and smiled at my Mac pallet. Maddi had bought me that for my birthday this year. It had costed her about $300. I missed her. I bet she was having fun in Venice right now. I brushed through my hair and carefully applied my make up.

By the time I walked outside it was six o'clock. Some of the kids were walking around, doing some early morning training. I wasn't exactly a morning person, so I was interested in knowing what goes on while I'm asleep. I decided I might as well fit in and do some early morning practice too.

I decided that I'd try archery, because I suck a that the most out of everything. Swordsmanship is my best thing when it comes to fighting style, though people told me I'm pretty good with a spear too. I grabbed a bow and a few arrows and walked to a target. I focused on the bullseye and pulled back the arrow. I let it go and flew straight... towards the forest.

"Fuck!" I screamed in frustration.

"You can get in trouble for using profound language." said a familiar voice.

I turned around and saw Matt there with his quiver of arrows. "Hey" I smiled.

I'd been hanging out with Matt a lot, since he seemed to be one of the easier-going people around. I mean, usually I had no problem making friends. But here? Not as easy.

"Your technique is all wrong." he told me as he drew back an arrow and fired. It hit the center of the target, no problem.

"It's not fair. Your dad is the pro-est of the pros at archery." I pouted.

"Your dad runs the ocean." he pointed out.

"That doesn't make me any better at archery." I grumbled.

He laughed, a small laugh, like he thought I was pretty amusing, but I'd hurt him for laughing. "You want help?"

"No." I said, as I let an arrow go, an it nearly impaled Matt.

"Sure bout that?"

I'm sure I was blushing. "Maybe I could use a little help."

"A little?"

He walked over to me and put his arms over mine, and his body pressed against mine. I tried to pretend that I didn't notice, but my heart was racing inside my chest.

He pulled my arms up a bit. "You should be able to look straight down the shaft, and your eyes should aline with the target."

I nodded.

"And then it's bound to fly straight." He let go, and the arrow hit the bullseye.

"Thanks." I smiled at him.

"Try on your own." he urged, and I notched another aroow. I pulled back, looked down the shaft, and let go. It hit the target.

"Oh my gods I did it!" I screamed, and gave him a hug, pulling away shyly.

"No problem." he told me while he straightened his t-shirt.

I started with another arrow. "So, what do demigods do for fun?" I asked.

"We play capture the flag, pranks, swim races.."

I let the arrow go and met his eyes. "No really, what do you do for fun?"

He smiled mischeviously. "It depends on the type of fun you're looking for."

"You know damn straight what I mean."

He checked his shoulders and lowered his voice. "Aphrodite cabin, 11:30 tonight."

I was at a point where I had to make an important descision. Would I wear my hair up or down?

It was 11:25, and I was almost completely ready. I was wearing a loose, low cut shirt with a tank top underneath. My dark denim short shorts were a little frayed. I had on my brown flip flops and my eyes shadow was blue and silver. I experimented with my hair, and nothing seemed to work right.

11:29.

I quickly threw my hair up into a messy bun, and walked to the door of the cabin. Just my luck, Percy walked in, just as I walked out.

"Where are you going?" he asked me, catching a look at what I was wearing.

"None of your business."

He looked at me skeptically. "You're my sister. It is my business."

"I'll be fine." I grumbled.

He rolled his eyes a bit. "Fine, but if you come back drunk, I'm not helping you through the hangover."

I shook my head. "Being the daughter of Poseidon, I have a water system in my body which makes it extremely hard to be drunk."

"Just go." he scowled.

I sprinted down the rows of cabins until I found the Aphrodite cabin. I walked up the perfectly clean steps and knocked on the scratchless mahogany door.

A girl came up and opened the door. "Password please."

"Password?" I asked, astonished.

She swung the door open the whole way, and revealed the cabin with approximately ten other kids inside. I identified three Aphrodite girls, two Aphrodite guys (they are CUTE), Stoll brothers, Andrew who I'm pretty sure is from Demeter, an Apollo guy, and Matt who looked at me with an amused expression. He patted the couch seat mnext to him, as a gesture to sit.

I walked over and sat next to him. "Hi." I whispered.

"So you came after all." he said.

"Well, no shit."

The girl who greeted me at the door smiled nauseatingly (spelling?). I swear her face was about to explode. "So what do you guys want to do?"

"Truth or dare?" Travis suggested.

An Aphrodite camper frowned. "We did that yesterday."

"Where are the drugs?" I muttered under my breath.

One of the Aphrodite guy had a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Strip Poker. Haven't played that in a while."

"I don't know how to play!" one of the girls complained.

"Don't worry Christina, we just call it that. We do it like spin the bottle."

"Um, where's the bottle?" I asked.

Connor Stoll raised an eybrow. "Desperate to take of your clothes?"

I faked a smile. "Of course." I said sarcastically.

Matt pulled beer out from under the couch. Corona. Not my favourite, but at least it was alcohol. We passed it around taking sips until it was empty. One of the girls pretended to be tipsy and fell on Matt's half brother. He didn't complain.

"Rules: If the bottle lands on you, you take of one item. When you can't take of anything else, you make out with the person who spun you for twenety seconds. No guy on guy." Connor said.

"Hey what about girl on girl!" I said.

"Girl on girl is hot." Connor said, while I scowled.

They placed the bottle in the center of the circle and Connor decided it was his duty to spin first. It landed on one of the girls, who took off a bracelet. The game continued, and after about twenty-five spins, it still hadn't landed on me. Most people had lost their shoes, and I was still the same as at the beginning.

Just as I was thinking this the bottle pointed directly at me. I pulled the elastic out of my hair, and my curls tumbled out. I tossed the elastic in the circle, and quickly flipped my hair so it would fall into place.

If I learned anything that night, it was that nearly all halfblood guys have a six pack. And it's amazing to look at. It's not Taylor Lautner amazing to look at, but still pretty cool.

I was down to a tank top and shorts. Almost all the guys had lost they're shirts, and girls were pretty much at the same point as me. I was hoping that the bottle wouldn't land on me for a while, but just then, it did. I got antcipating stares, and I felt a little uncomfortable. Who had spun last... Travis Stoll. Okay, no way was I making out with that. I slid of my shorts and put them in the pile. I just happened to be wearing my days of the week underwear. It was Saturday.

I caught Matt looking in approval, and I blushed a bit. he next time the bottle pointed at me, I was out of options. There wasn't anyway that I was taking off my top, and I couldn't take of my underwear. The Apollo kid whose name I didn't know had spun, and so I did the natural thing. I made out with him. First makeout of the game. His arm slid around my waist, while I was counting seconds...15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20! I broke apart from him.

He caught his breath, and kept the wow exprssion on his face. Matt looked at him with distaste. I was about to spin again, when I heard hooves. We all went silent. One of the guys went and checked what was going on through the window, and went pale. "Chiron's coming!"

People started freaking out which I guessed meant we were going to be in shit.

I grabbed my clothes and slid out of one of the windows, and people started to follow suit. We'd evacuated all the non-Aphrodite kids out of the cabin by the time Chiron kncoked on the door. We were deadly silent. As soon as Chiron was busy, I darted back to Cabin 3, half-naked. As soon as I got back in the cabin, I shut the door, behind me, and slid to the floor.

Percy was asleep, so we wouldn't have to go through the awkward "Why aren't you wearing all of your clothes?"

I changed into pyjamas, and summoning water to wash the make up off my face. I was about to turn off the lamp I had on till I ran into a bunk, and The Sweet Far Thing tumbled off because I still hadn't put it away. It landed open on, and I reached down to pick it up. Page 721.

I don't know why, but my eyes were drawn to the last sentence of the second last paragraph of the book.

"It's time for our sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice..."

Duh Duh Duh DUH!

This was more of a "fun" chapter, so I had to leave it on a dark note. Whoever comes the closest to guessing what happens wins virtual cookies! Review now!