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Prom Fright Night (part 2)

Kyle's POV

As much as I hate to admit it, I was really mad at Phoenix for agreeing to have Jackson as her prom date. I mean, sure…we have been best friends for as long as I can remember but she also hated Jackson for as long as I can remember! What the f***? Is she out of her freaking mind? It's not like I'm jealous or anything, but Perseus Jackson is a complete and dangerous threat to her life. All my life, I have been taking care of her – protecting her from anything that could harm her, especially from that asshole of a Seaweed! I'd rather go into the depths of Tartarus than see Jackson take her out a f*cking date! (Excuse my French, ladies). I have to do something before Jackson could even try something bad…or evil.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I pulled over in front of the Mitchell Manor. I got out of the car, and the front door automatically opened as I walked up the porch steps of the house. Ben and Clara Mitchell were sitting stiffly of their living room, looking as if they're waiting for something.

"You're five minutes late", Ben Mitchell said sharply.

"I was making sure that Jackson and his stupid friends wouldn't be suspicious about us", I immediately replied as I stared at him directly in the eyes.

"Phoenix left a moment ago, and I can't believe she's with that Perseus Jackson!" Ben roared inhumanly while slamming his fist on the nearest table in the process. The table snapped into two, as if it wasn't any more delicate than a biscuit.

"That Annabeth Chase is the brainy one. Do you think they can outsmart us?" Clara asked nervously.

"No, they didn't know anything about us and I'll make sure they wouldn't do anything that could hurt Phoenix", I said.

"Oh, you'd better make sure, young man", Ben sneered.

"What do you mean?"

"Sam Riley is here. And he's got a message from Hades", Clara spoke for him. Sam suddenly entered the room, his eyes glowed in amber color, and his face looked pale but dangerous. Even though he is gay, he's pretty much the kind of person you do not want to piss off.

"Hades wants his daughter three days before her eighteenth birthday. You already know how Hades' protection works. Once she turns eighteen, the protection will be broken. The gods will find her easily within a snap and I bet Zeus could simply send a lightning bolt wherever she was to kill her. All the gods are furious and are willing to destroy her. Hades wants maximum protection from this day on!", Sam Riley exclaimed.

I knew it. Jackson and his friends were on a mission to kill Phoenix. That's what demigods are for. They are used as soldiers to do all the gods' dirty work.

"Keep an eye on her, Kyle. You and Sam are the only ones we can trust", Ben said firmly.

"We'll protect her with our own lives", Sam replied. I will give my everything to protect her, even my soul, my mind said. Sam stared at me and giggled as if he heard my own thoughts. He is a very gifted demigod – well I guess he heard it alright. I grabbed my keys from my pocket and pulled Sam towards the door.

"Come on, fancy boy, we've got a prom to crash."

Percy's POV

"So…do you want to dance?"

"No."

"Drinks?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"Make out?"

"Go to hell, you perv!"

"Fine. You can tell me any time when you're ready", I said smirking at her. Phoenix rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. Suddenly, she stood up.

"Hey, where are you going?" I snapped up.

"Bathroom. Wanna come?" she said. I know that she was just being sarcastic, but the way she said it just turned me on. I immediately stood up and followed her.

"I was being sarcastic, you perv! Go screw yourself!" she snarled.

I laughed at her furious reaction. Seriously, her sassiness is both sexy and amusing. She turned while lifting her gown, her fragrant hair slapping my face in the process, and started marching towards the bathroom, leaving me laughing even more.

Oh man, this girl is so unpredictable. Yesterday, she agreed to go out on a date with me, and now she's acting like I'm some sort of a Minotaur who's gonna kill her! I don't know what made her hate me so much, but the way she looked at me feels like I have a contagious disease or something.

It's not like I have a choice or anything, but to become 'hot and popular' is the only way to find Hades' daughter. The reason why I dated and flirted with every female in our batch is because of this mission.

I have to find her. The only clue we have is that she is a seventeen-year-old girl, and she goes to this school. The gods can't find her because of Hades' protection, so my father (who is Poseidon, by the way), gave me this quest two years ago to search for this girl. Annabeth and Grover agreed to accompany me, and we have been all over United States for over a year. It was not until last year that we discovered Johnston Academy, where a satyr, who is secretly enrolled in the school, overheard a conversation about Hades' daughter.

And now here we are, acting like a bunch of stupid, rich, air-headed, popular kids and I'm sick of it. I wanted to puke all over my football uniform. Ugh, I can't wait for this to be over and be back in Camp Half-Blood. Man, I miss kicking some demigod butt. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm.

"Don't sneak up on me, Annabeth. My reflexes could've punched or kicked you in front of all of these people", I muttered cautiously.

"Any weird behavior from the girl?" Annabeth hissed without looking at me, ignoring my last comment. Her eyes were in another direction to make it look like we are not talking. She was wearing a perfectly-fitting, blood-red, halter dress. It showed a lot of skin on her back, and it has a long slit revealing her leg. Her blonde hair was up in a messy, but elegant bun. Honestly, she looked very pretty.

But still, Phoenix was way more beautiful and breath-taking, a voice inside my mind spoke.

What the hell is wrong with me? That Phoenix girl wasn't my type at all. She's hot alright, but she's hot-blooded as well. I don't want a girlfriend nagging at me 24/7…I mean, come on – give me a break! I decided to shrug off my thoughts and focus on Annabeth's question.

"No", I said. "She keeps on insulting me. Seriously, she is the only one who is more like forced than willing to date me. I'm guessing she's not the one".

"No, she is the one. I can feel it", she spoke in a low voice. The music blasted off the school gymn, and all the people are dancing like crazy.

"Anyway, where is she?" she snapped while looking around.

"She went to the bathroom", I replied casually.

"Are you out of your mind? You shouldn't have let her! Come on!" Annabeth said frantically, pulling my arm hard as we squeezed through the swarm of dancing people.

Several butts hit my back, and some heels stomped on my feet. I gritted my teeth as we walked through the crowd. I'm never going to a prom again. Never. Ever.

Phoenix's POV

I stormed inside the bathroom and growled angrily at the mirror.

"ARRRGGH!" that Jackson boy is such a pervert! I could've refused when he asked me out to be his prom date. His presence makes my blood boil like hell. I don't know what is it with him, but I could feel like we are destined to be archenemies – I mean, you wouldn't go angry at random people without any reason, right?

I took deep breaths and started smoothing my gown. My plan on dethroning Percy Jackson must happen tonight. He'll get what he deserved for being such bastard.

"I hate you, Percy Jackson! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" I furiously yelled at the mirror.

"We've got a lot more in common than I thought", a deep male voice spoke. I froze in horror.

It was only when I realized that I wasn't completely alone in the bathroom …there is a male psycho stalker or rapist, or serial killer with me.

The stall behind me suddenly opened, and there stepped out a teenage boy in a complete black outfit. He has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, at least six inches taller than me, and he's got a pale, faint scar across his face.

"Hello, Phoenix Mitchell. My name is Luke Castellan", he said.