I know that this chapter is a little short, and not much, but I'm just hinting here and there, and going at my usual slow pace. Please bear with me :)
Anyway, anyone already gotten the new upcoming game "THe last of us"? I know there are some that get it early cuz of some promotion thingy? Anyway, i would really, really like to know the ending. Seeing the demos on youtube already makes me feel so excited. Unfortunately i don't have a ps3, and won't be able to get one anytime soon, so i can't play.
I would greatly appreciate it that if you have it already, can you please pm me about the ending? I heard that once again, it was a really sad ending, and seriously, i really want it to be a happy one T.T Well, who knows, once i see the ending, i may even write my own version of the ending XD
Also, recently, I've been going crazy about Post-apocalyptic stuff, and am planning to write one soon. Percy would be a really mysterious person, Annabeth would be a very impt person in a resistance grp, and they are on a different planet, their last home, their last chance. Well, anyway, please enjoy this chapter and R&R! :)
Percy's POV
"Where did you disappear off to just now?" Thalia asked me as we walked down the hallway towards out lockers. It was lunch time, which meant that the next session would be Weapon Art Class.
"Had a stomach ache, needed to go to the toilet." I said nonchalantly. Thalia looked at me for a second, and shrugged. I sighed in relief mentally. Well, it wasn't as though they knew I had a reason to lie to them, so I guess she didn't even try to find out whether it was a lie or not.
The truth was that I had taken a long walk to the secluded gardens of the school, and started cussing and swearing like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't help it. They acted so cheerful, so happy that Micheal Yew was coming back.
But of course, he couldn't blame them for feeling that way. After all, Micheal Yew had treated all of them very nicely in the past, always singing nice songs for them, playing musical instruments that makes them feel better. They had no reason to doubt that his kindness was just for show. That he had a deeper motive behind all his actions.
At that time, it was because of…her…but then he…he…
I scowled as I heard Thalia start to rattle off more about Micheal Yew and his amazing talents and stuff. For my own good, as well as for hers, I shut myself out from her words, determined not to lose my cool.
"Stomachache." I simply said before sitting down on the table. The others looked at me as though I had just read their minds.
"You guys are too predictable." I smirked. They all rolled their eyes at me and chuckled.
"Anyway, you know that he's coming back, right?" Nico asked me. I miraculously managed to contain myself from rolling my eyes at his excited tone, and nodded.
"Yea, got the email same time as you guys." I lied. The truth was, I had gotten the notice a day before they got the email from Micheal Yew. I wasn't surprised that he didn't send me the email-probably too scared. The only reason I found out was because I had some…outside connections.
"Cool. You two can go surfing together again during the summer holidays. Maybe we can even invite Rachel along." Beckendorf suggested. My whole body stiffened at the mention of Rachel's name, and it took all my willpower to stop myself from blurting out…things that I shouldn't.
"Nah, lets not disturb her. She's really busy now." I said in a carefree voice. Beckendorf looked at me weirdly.
"I thought you would be the one to support this idea the most. After all, she was your-" Beckendorf was cut off by Travis and Connor suddenly shouting "Food fight!"
Immediately, the whole canteen became a war zone. I sighed as I dodged a flying banana and made my way to the exit. The Stoll brothers usually only did it when they were really happy. Considering the circumstances, they were happy alright.
I caught a glimpse of Annabeth's shocked face, and swiftly changed direction towards her. She was new to this, and I did not want her first experience to be getting hit in the face by a flying tomato or a piece of steak.
"C'mon, we gotta get out of here." I said as I knelt down. Annabeth was, like every other inexperienced person in this kind of situation, hiding beneath a table. So far, she hadn't been hit by anything. But if this continued, she would most definitely get hit.
"What the hell is this?" She shouted over the din. Food was flying everywhere, and sounds of screams, shouts and laughter filled the canteen. I could hear Beckendorf shouting "Back off! If not I'll smash you with a pie!" And the Stoll brothers screaming, "Flying bananas rock!" I rolled my eyes at that statement.
"Food fight. I'll explain once we get out. Stay here any longer, not only will we be hit by a dozen types of food, we will get detention too." Annabeth's eyes widened even further, and she nodded vigorously. She never had a detention once in her entire time here, and she didn't plan on getting one anytime soon.
"Lets go." I said, turning around just in time to see an apple flying towards us. I scowled and raised my hand, catching it perfectly. I turned around.
"Lets go." I repeated, and took a tray from the table Annabeth was hiding under before standing up. Annabeth quickly followed suit, taking another tray and holding it in front of her to protect her body from any food.
Finally, after two torturous minutes, which consisted of dodging, ducking, smacking away food with their tray and generally doing what people would do to escape a place filled with flying projectiles.
"Why are they so damn crazy…I've never experienced this in the two years I've been here…why now?" She complained as we staggered through the hallway. With extreme luck, we had gotten out "Unscathed". I chuckled.
"It's the Stolls who usually start the food fights…but they only do that when they're very happy and hyper…like now." I explained, frowning as I remembered the reason why they were happy in the first place.
"Why do you seem so displeased?" Annabeth suddenly asked. I jumped, and immediately corrected my facial expression, just realizing that it had unknowingly changed from a frown to a full-blown angry scowl.
"Nothing. Nothing. I just get a little irritated by the food fights. That's all." I grinned with fake humour. Annabeth looked at me suspiciously, and nodded.
"Okay…" she muttered. I knew that she didn't believe me, but I also knew that she was smart enough to deduce that pushing me would not get any results.
"Anyway, who is the Micheal Yew guy that the whole group keeps talking about?" She asked, her voice laced with curiosity. I sighed and rubbed the back o my head in exasperation.
"He was a…very good friend to everyone in the past. He left a year before you came. Went overseas to study more music types." I said with a tone that probably didn't match the others.
"You don't sound too excited about it, unlike the rest." Annabeth stated. I sighed again, and thought about how I was going to tell her.
"Look, Annabeth," I called, my tone dead serious. Her head snapped towards me, her attention caught by my tone. "Do not tell the others I told you this, but please try not to get too close with Micheal Yew." I said. A frowned creased her forehead as she thought over what I had just said.
"Why? The others seem to think that he's a very good friend." I scowled at the thought of that.
"I…can't tell you, Annabeth. No one else knows, and I plan to keep it that way. I don't want…anyway, just try to heed my words, okay?" I asked, looking straight into her eyes. She looked straight back, studying, observing, with her gray, intelligent eyes, and then nodded.
"Alright…I'll try." She said unsurely. Not what I wanted, but I guess that's the most I could get from her, due to the fact that she would not judge someone so quickly without even meeting him before. I nodded appreciatively. We continued the walk in silence for a few more seconds. I thought she was going to ask some more deeper, more personal questions when she opened her mouth. Well, it wasn't any of that.
"So, what's for practice today?" And I knew that the subject was dropped for now.
For now, at least.
