Bleh. It's late, and I probably shouldn't be writing, but whatever. I'll be posting on my cosplay account (just_Reyna_here) tomorrow! Please go follow it! Thanks!
Chapter 7
Will's POV
"I still don't get it!" Will complained. He had been staring at his math homework for fifteen minutes, but he still couldn't figure it out. Nico had even tried to explain it to him, but that didn't help at all. "I mean, why are there letters in this? It's a math problem!"
"Will, it's algebra. And those numbers are called variables. What problem are you even stuck on?"
"Number 6, it says 3x=2x+6. What's that supposed to mean?"
"Will," Nico started. "We're in ninth grade, how are you not able to solve a simple algebra problem?" He took the pencil from Will's hand, gently brushing his pale fingers against his hand. Will blushed, still not sure if the contact was intentional. "So first, we have to get rid of 2x. Subtract 2x from both sides, and you're left with..." Nico looked at Will expectantly.
"3x-2x=0x+6?"
"Great!" Nico grinned. "Now just simplify it. 3x-2x= x. 0x+6=6. Therefore, when you simplify, you get your answer; X=6."
"Okay," Will started. "I sort of get it... Kind of. Now can we do History homework?"
"Sure, but History class is kind of weird..." Nico admitted.
"Why?" He asked, pulling his History binder out of his back pack. "I like History."
"You haven't noticed how weird it is?" The raven-haired boy asked. "Most schools study American history, or History of different cultures. We just study Greek history, specifically mythology. I mean, Mr. Chiron taught us how to fight monsters that don't even exist. I don't understand what the point is."
"It's fun!" Will argued. History class tended to distract him from other things going on in the world. It gave him a class to look forward to.
"But it's make-believe. You'll never fight a Manticore in real life. When you die, you won't go to the underworld. There are no demigods or heroes. If these 'heroes' did exist, don't you think the world would be a better place? If there were mythological beasts, then how are we all still alive? Monsters are real, ill give you that. I live with them inside my head. But, Will, the other stuff isn't real, it won't help us in real situations."
"Do you believe in God, Nico? Or the Gods? Or some greater power?"
"No," Nico said with a straight face. "It's a leap of faith I'm not willing to take."
"People believe in some higher power because they need hope. It's been like that since the dawn of creation. You look like you need something to believe in, something to give you hope. If there is nothing out there that you believe in, then you can't live. You can survive, but you'll never live. It doesn't have to be a god, it can just be something simple. I believe in love. And answer me this, Nico; how did the universe come to be? There's something going on above, some higher power that made us all and sustains us to this day. Is it a god? I don't know. Is it purely science? I don't know that either. Believe in something, Nico. It helps."
"This wasn't where I wanted the conversation to go," Nico grumbled. "But I know the Greek gods didn't create the universe. They don't exist."
"You never know," Will said, gazing out the window. "Maybe they did. Maybe they're still alive today. I'll see you later, I have to go. We'll do this again sometime?"
"Sure," Nico mumbled. "Why not."
Will still wasn't sure how he had a crush on Nico di Angelo. The kid didn't believe in anything, not even unicorns. To be completely truthful, Will had an obsession with Greek mythology. He had always had fantasies of being the great hero; the son of Apollo. How amazing would it be to be... Not like everyone else? Everyone was always so busy trying to be someone else, but they never thought about how great it would be to be different.
People always thought he was the poster boy for perfection. His blonde hair was the perfect length; his blue eyes the perfect shade. He got straight A's. He had the perfect tan with blindingly white teeth. He was six feet tall. He couldn't count how many girls had went head-over-heels for him. When people saw him, they thought he was too good to be true. In a way, they were right. He wasn't interested in the girls who liked him, and they always seemed to take it personally. Fact of the matter was, he didn't like girls at all. Maybe he wasn't so perfect after all.
"Hey," Cecil said, walking into their room. His thoughts scattered as he got up from his bed.
"What's up? Aren't you supposed to be at soccer practice?"
"Nope," Cecil answered. "It got cancelled. THANK YOU RAIN!"
"The rain says you're welcome," He muttered. "So if it was cancelled, where have you been?"
"Well I came in about an hour ago, but you weren't here, so I went to see Lou Ellen. Now it's your turn. Where were you?"
"At the library," He answered sheepishly. "With Nico."
"So, what, like a date? I don't think the library would be the best place to get laid, but hey, whatever floats your boat."
"Dude, it wasn't a date." Will defended. "He was helping me with math homework. And then we just talked about stuff, you know? The deeper meaning of life and all that jazz."
"Alright man, whatever you say. But you should probably put a shirt on; We have to go to dinner!"
"Okay, I'll be with you in a second. Just go down without me. Save me a seat, we can sit with Lou Ellen if you want. Would it be okay if Nico sat with us too?"
"Sure, just change quickly!" And with that, Cecil ran out the door, leaving him all alone. Again.
I feel like I've ended a chapter in my other fic that way before. I made an SPQR shirt today, and I'm planning on making a Camp Half-Blood one tomorrow. Okay, that's all I have to say. Bye!
