A/N: Hey!
My Favorite Yale FML Quote: There are so many damn mice in Saybrook. FMSaybrugianL
"I'm barely at school Dad, but I can still keep up. Edward can tutor me, if you want." I replied Charlie when he asked if I wanted to transfer to home-school.
He grumbled under his breath. "You'll pretty sure be doing more than studying."
I rolled my eyes, lapping up the milk from my glass. Yes. Lapping up milk. Don't tell me it's weird. I am a descendant of a cat goddess, after all.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, washing the glass. "No hanky-panky, Dad. He's a gentleman."
"Should I be worried? Is that code for something?" He asked, eating his toast.
"No!" I said, laughing. "There's no code behind it. Just plain ol' simple English."
He muttered under his breath something about how English had its negative sides. I laughed as I grabbed my bag and headed out to start up the truck and drive to school.
After my "mysterious" disappearances from school (because of the war and little trips to Camp Half-Blood), the students thought that I've been skipping school for immorality reasons. And I found out that girls have been throwing themselves at Edward when I wasn't there. Seemed like they thought he was interested in girls from school. Pfft.
Getting out of the truck in my four-inch kitten heels, I straightened my red sweater and black skirt and covered myself with a pinkish-white coat. Little gloves which were matching my coat fitted perfectly around my hands. My black pantyhose covered up just the way I liked it.
Everyone soon stared at me. The girls were taking notes of my clothes while the guys were drooling their butts off. That disadvantage of being an adopted daughter of Aphrodite kinda sucked. Today was particularly cold, and everyone was wearing coats and jeans.
I entered the building and shrugged off my coat, placing it on my left arm. I walked to my locker to grab my stuff and head for my first class.
The day passed fast and I eagerly got home. I packed my overnight bag and kissed Edward goodbye before I left for Camp. I needed to visit Rachel.
After a little flight on Skye, she steadily landed at the stables and I got off her. I headed to the infirmary and found Rachel scribbling down in a notebook. Nico sat beside her, as if he was expecting something. She showed him what she wrote and he laughed.
"Sure. Don't be afraid to ask. I'll get it for you." He told her, kissing her forehead before leaving. It seemed like he didn't see me and I sat down beside Rachel, making her jolt out of shock.
She looked frantic at first and looked like she was going to scream, but no sound came out from her. Only her fast-thumping heart and shallow breaths. She hit my arm and I laughed.
She scribbled on her notebook and showed it to me.
Dammit, Bella! Don't scare me like that!
"Sorry." I shrugged. "How are you right now?"
I'm doing fine. Sorry for ruining the night. She apologized, sighing silently.
I shook my head. "It's not your fault. I mean, you're lucky Nico was there to save you."
She blushed furiously, pursing her lips as she smiled.
I giggled. "It's too obvious. You like him."
Instead of denying, she wrote down, a lot.
"You've got it bad. He did too. Gosh, he was feeding you porridge for breakfast!" I squealed, hugging her. "That's a new side I've never seen."
At first I was too afraid to admit that I might have liked him. He's a great guy, and I guess I started those fights because I wanted to feel the opposite of it. The whole feeling was too overwhelming for me. She told me through the paper.
"So where is he?"
Grabbing some chocolate for me. I'm craving for snacks.
"He's sweet." I said. "What did that child of Apollo say about your... condition?"
He said that it may take months or years to regain back my voice. Nico was devastated at that. The child of Apollo could've gave me some medicine to help me with my voice issues, but I'm mortal. The medicine's only meant for demigods. I'll burn up if I take it.
"So when are you leaving the infirmary?" I asked.
Maybe tomorrow or the day after. All I know is that it's soon. I need to learn sign language. She wrote down and silently laughed.
"Have your parents found out about it?"
She shook her head sadly and we looked up when we heard shuffles on the ground. Nico stood there in front of us, holding a large bar of Cadbury chocolate with its deep purple wrapper. He smiled at me. "Hey, Bella. You came here to visit?"
"Yeah." I stood up. "Well, I should get going. Wander around the camp, maybe. It's been a long time. Oh, and guys? Alice is organizing a birthday party for me even though I'm not gonna age anymore. So... you're invited. Please come." I said, then hugged Rachel & Nico before I left.
I found Jason walking around with a girl I haven't seen before. She was obviously a daughter of Aphrodite. She was beautiful. Chocolate brown choppy hair framed her face along with the strands of braids. Her eyes kept changing color — from green to blue, blue to brown, brown to a strange tone of violet and it starts all over again like a cycle. Her dark skin gave me the impression that she was of native descent.
"Jason!" I shouted and Jason & the girl looked up. I ran to Jason and hugged him. He hugged me back and I could see that the girl was fuming with anger. A new girlfriend, perhaps? "Gods, it's been weeks! Who's this?"
"Bella, this is Piper McLean, a daughter of Aphrodite. Piper, this is Bella Swan, granddaughter of Zeus, a descendant of an Egyptian cat goddess, part vampire, and the only adoptive daughter of Aphrodite."
Piper's eyes widened like saucers and I laughed. "Honestly Jason, you're scaring her. Quit telling people my title. I only tell it to people once in a while." I said.
"You're Bella Swan? Jason's niece?" Piper asked.
"Not exactly Jason's niece. I'm the granddaughter of Zeus. He's the son of Jupiter. And don't mind the title crap. I'm pretty normal." I shook hands with her and smiled.
"Normal for a seventeen-year-old who won't age forever with deadly claws and nine lives," Jason pretended to scoff and I glared at him.
"Eight lives. I died in the war. I've got eight lives left. And it's pretty cool to live forever, 'kay?" I told him. I looked at Piper from her shoes to her hair and smiled. "You're not the average daughter of Mother, aren't you?"
"Mother?" Piper asked.
"I call Aphrodite Mother. I don't exactly know where my parents are. They never managed to visit me after they handed me over to the gods." I sighed. "I got adopted by Aphrodite months ago. She's really sweet."
"Why did you say I'm not the average daughter of Aphrodite?" She asked.
"Well, you're not the I-take-designer-bags-that-are-only-this-season girl. You're more of the... tomboyish side. The first time I've seen a daughter of Aphrodite like that." I replied. "Well, welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Piper McLean."
