A/N: HELLOS!
So, I've made a blog for any notes or fan-fiction recommendations of mine. I've made it so that I could keep you all in touch for three of my uncompleted stories (My Child's Father, My Not-So-Fabulous Life In Harvard, & Complicated).
URL: scarlettstones .blogspot .com
My Favorite Harvard FML Quote: Harvard Human Resources sends me rejection emails for jobs I have not applied to. FML
"Ugh! God dammit," I hid my face in my hands, my elbows on the table. "Do you really want to know? Because I don't wanna tell."
My memories of him just had to crawl out of my mental cupboard and start playing together with my fantasies. That was it. My mind was getting way out of control.
Annabeth's eyes widened as Percy's face had disgust written on his face. "Oh Gods, you kissed a guy?"
"I haven't!" I growled. "It's called privacy. You guys could've avoided my mind, yes?"
"Who exactly is this guy?" Annabeth asked.
"N-nobody," I stuttered, looking down at the table. I started to smile at some of the memories of him. His sexy blush-activating crooked smile, his smoldering gaze that could make you crumble and whimper for his touch, that bronze sex hair that makes you want to reach for it and feel the soft texture under your fingertips...
"Okay, I'm getting out. Too much information, Bells," he instantly stood up and left, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"So, have you touched his hair? Has he stared at you?" Annabeth squealed, which was so unlike her.
"I haven't touched his hair, but it looks so so soft." I emphasized on my last three words, my eyes widening as I remembered every conversation between Edward & I. "Oh, and when he stares, it's like he knows your heart. And it gets better when he glares! The way his eyes darken when he glares... it's just so arousing." I sighed, sexually frustrated and obsessing over a guy I just knew for a day. I was getting weird.
Annabeth suddenly bursted into laughter. I frowned, wondering what made her laugh. "Oh my Gods!" She gasped for air. "You should have looked at yourself! I was kidding! But you turned freaky! Like, real freaky."
"Shut up, Annabeth," I snapped. Did I really react like that about him? Okay, on second thought, I think he messed up my health.
"He sure did," Annabeth continued laughing, but she took it down a notch.
"Really, Annabeth. When did you start to get all giggly? Did Mr. D get you drunk or something?" I hissed.
"Loosen up, Bells. Too tense, I gotta say," she told me, her face straight.
"Fine," I grumbled. "Gosh, why do you guys love to sabotage me?"
"Because we just love you," she teased.
"And I just hate you," I muttered, getting up from my seat. I headed out fast.
"I love you too!" Annabeth shouted and the campers were staring at her. I shook my head and sighed.
As I walked towards the campfire, I saw Percy's figure near it. He was thrusting his Riptide into the air like a skilled warrior (well, he kinda is one) and he was muttering. My sharp ears perked up and I picked up whatever he was saying.
"... disgusting images. Ugh," he cringed. "Oh Gods, erase that from my brain!"
I smirked. "Still thinking about that, huh?"
He glanced at me and huffed. "Fuck off, Bella."
I rolled my eyes. "Ah, and Cursing Percy back."
"Is he a vampire?" Percy asked suddenly.
My mouth finally shut. I was stunned. How did he know?
"Is he a vampire?!" He repeated, screaming at me.
Percy would never scream at me. Never. The only time he would do that is when he's injured and the injuries sting, but this was different.
I flinched and closed my eyes. "Yes," I squeaked.
He threw the Riptide on the floor, facing me. "Why, Bella? Why do you like him? What do you see in him? Don't you realize he can kill you in a second?"
"I'm stronger. He can't kill me. If he does, I'll kill him," I replied in a small voice. My mind went back to the conversation Aphrodite & I were having and I said the same thing.
"Bella, he can kill you, and I very well know you can't! You're in love with him! Why can't you accept the fact that you're the same like all of us? What makes you think you're so special?"
"I am special, Percy! I'm pretty sure I made it very clear to you every single day when I'm in Camp!" I didn't know what I was saying. I was just sprouting out things I know I should never say to friends.
"Maybe they were all right," Percy shouted back at me. "Maybe you're just a self-centered person who doesn't care about anyone. You just said it yourself. That is what a self-centered person would say, and you, Bella Swan, are one. I can't believe I'm even related to you."
"I... I—"
"You don't need to explain yourself. I know now," he said, glaring at me. I looked around and found a crowd watching us from afar. The campers were whispering among themselves as we entertained them with our argument. Annabeth was running towards us, grabbing Percy's shoulder. He shrugged it off. "The fight's over, Annabeth."
She stared at me with pity and I ran away from the campfire, and to my cabin. I threw my things back into my bags. I walked past the campfire, where I could see Percy still at the same place he was after I left. He glanced at me and I looked forward, ignoring the stares at my bags. They obviously knew I was leaving. I continued running to the stables and I got Skye ready. Footsteps pattered on the ground behind me and I didn't have to turn back to know who it was.
"Bella, Percy's —"
"You don't have to tell me. If he's sincere about it, he wouldn't have sent you to apologize for him, Annabeth." I told her. I hopped onto Skye without looking at her and flew back to Forks.
I landed on the grass patch in front of the house quietly and gave Skye a treat before she left, going back to Camp. I entered through the door and Charlie was sitting on the couch, drinking beer while he watched a football game on TV. He looked up at me.
"I thought you were going to stay a night or two there," he said in a gruff voice.
"Well, I was only there to visit. It wouldn't take me two days or so. I just wanted to make a brief visit. I missed them. I only packed in case I slept over." I smiled, thanking my lucky stars for the darkness around me so that Charlie wouldn't see my blush. The only light that was there was from the TV.
He looked back at the screen again. "Goodnight, Bells."
"Goodnight, Dad." I walked up to my room and placed my bags at one side of my room. I crawled into bed and glanced at the window, where I swore I saw Edward there. I wasn't even really sure about my nocturnal sight from my Mai side, so I grabbed my torchlight on the table, but then when I turned on the light at the window, he was gone.
I rolled my eyes and closed my window, locking it. "Don't come in unless I let you," I said, knowing that he heard me. I heard him laugh and I knew I had to talk to him the next day.
I went back to bed again, then closed my eyes as I thought through everything that happened.
The incident with Percy was etched in my mind. All I could think about was his words. Then an image of Percy killing Edward was disturbing me. It felt so real that I had to pinch myself in my dream. I could feel my skin and the sting from the pinch, but I knew this was just a dream. How did Percy know he was a vampire? Throughout my years at Camp Half-Blood, they've never said anything about vampires. The empousa from Greek legends sounded like vampires, but I knew it wasn't. They ate human flesh, not blood. Well, I had to check with Annabeth & Chiron on whether they've taught anyone about vampires. If they didn't, Percy was certainly doing a lot of digging of his own.
I woke up the next morning with sweat on my body and my eyes felt droopy. I took a cold shower in five minutes and came back into the room. Three outfits were laid out on my bed with a pink post-it note on every single one of them. I took the first one and read the note.
So, where do we start? Right — you're my (adopted!) daughter, so today you're going to wear this. I'm helping you with your clothes, so bear with me if you don't have a fashion sense! I'll give you one very soon, Bella.
XOXO,
Mom (Aphrodite)
"What the — Mother!" I whined and sighed. I heard a tinkling laugh in my mind and rolled my eyes. The first outfit was an ice-blue velvet & lace pleated skirt that was an inch higher from the knee and a grey cotton long-sleeved shirt. On the floor were nude heels with straps. I groaned.
I opened my underwear drawer to find all of them cleared out and replaced with lace bra & underwear. The same-colored post it note was there, standing out from the drawer.
Uh... whoops! I just had to... uhm... clear it out. But at least I got you new ones, right? Please don't kill me! I'm bloody serious! If you're pissed off at me, you have no right to be like that to your mother. Oh well. Like I said — I'll give you a fashion sense. Your cute pink boy shorts are still here, though!
I felt my claws itching to appear anytime to scratch all the lace underwear & bra into nothing. Instead, I sat on the floor, leaning against the bed as my hands massaged my head. If you're not the fashionable type, your clothes being cleared out and replaced by Aphrodite would be the most horrible, terrifying thing you'd ever encounter in your life. Well, that's an understatement of the world. There aren't words to describe it anyways. Athena needs to invent some new word so that I can at least describe something without difficulty.
I gave up and threw on whatever bra & underwear I grabbed and wore the outfit Aphrodite picked for me except for the shoes. The other two outfits were for the next few days, so I kept them in my wardrobe.
I didn't feel like driving to school, so I ran to it and wore my heels on. I somehow managed to keep all my books from falling out when I ran, which was a miracle to me. Thank the Gods for that.
I huffed out air from my lungs as I stared at the school in front of me. Students were hanging around outside and some were already entering. I felt my left leg bouncing and I couldn't stand still for anymore seconds.
Time for my second day in the rainy small town of Forks.
