If you recognize it, it's not mine. Except Stella, she's all mine. Major Bella and Edward bashing!

Greek is bold italics; mental conversations with Gods is italics.

The rest of the day went by just as fast, and soon I was giving Angela a ride over to her house. Angela's dad greeted us with a smile as we walked through the door. "How was school, girls?" He asked. "It was good." Angela answered, kissing her dad on the cheek, before he turned to me. "And how was your day, Stella?" He asked. I smiled at him, loving the fact that he never made me feel left out. "It was alright, Pastor Weber. Though, Charlie had finally had enough with Bella, so she may or may not be going to live with Renee in Florida." I said, shrugging.

The Pastor looked sympathetic as he shook his head. "Yes, the poor girl seemed truly heartbroken when the Cullens left." He said, and I couldn't hold back the snort. "To be honest sir, Bella only cared about Edward. I've never been able to get along with her due to clashing personalities, but she's so deeply invested in her own pity party that she doesn't see what she's doing to Charlie. It makes me hate her for not even being able to look past herself long enough to see that she's hurting him." I said, not worried about him judging me.

He nodded, seeming to take that into account before going back to reading what looked like the Bible. Angela lead me up to her room and shut the door before turning to face me with a look of awe. "You are the only person who can tell my father that they hate someone and not get a lecture on how 'hate is bad for the soul'. How did you do that?" She asked, plopping down on her bed and dropping her backpack on the floor next to it.

I chuckled as I copied her actions, sitting in front of her. "I guess it's because he knows I have a valid reason to feel that way?" She shrugged, and leaned down to start pulling out her homework, while I did the same. We had agreed at lunch to do our homework first, then start studying for the French test. I definitely liked taking French better than Spanish, as I was fluent in it thanks to my love goddess of a mother. As French was the language of love, all her children could speak it perfectly, and I was no exception. I had agreed to help Angela with the language after discovering that she wanted to become fluent and visit France. The teacher had even made me pretty much her assistant in class, much to my amusement.

Mrs. Weber came home with Angela's little brothers and some pizza around the time that we had finished our homework, and we went downstairs. "Hello, Stella." She greeted, as I sat down next to Angela at the table. "Hi, Mrs. Weber." I replied, giving the kind woman a smile. After everyone had sat down, Pastor Weber blessed the food, and we all dug in, enjoying our pizza. After dinner, the Webers allowed Angela and I to take a small study break, and we all went into the living room for a game.

Angela's younger brothers opted for a game of truth or dare, but eventually, we went with a quick game of Uno. Once Angela had managed to thrash us all, something I was still trying to figure out, since I didn't even get the chance to play a single card, we went back up to her room to start cramming for the test. After about an hour of me saying French vocabulary words, and some of the sentences that we had been told to translate into either French or English on worksheets, and having her translate, we decided to get into our pajamas and start settling down. We continued to do some studying however, just so we were sure we'd do good on the test.

Around 8 though, Angela's cell phone rang, confusing us slightly before she saw the Caller I.D. "It's Jessica." She said, before answering it, and putting it on speaker. "Hey, Jess! So do you owe me twenty bucks?" I asked jokingly, getting a giggle out of Angela. "Oh, I owe you twenty bucks alright. But you need to get that girl checked into a mental hospital!" She said, making Angela and I share a confused and concerned look. "What happened?" Angela asked. "We agreed to catch the twilight showing of the movie, and get something to eat afterwards." She started.

Angela and I both nodded at each other, following her story, while making small noises to encourage her to continue. "She did exactly what you said Stella, right down to running out of the theater with like, ten minutes left in the movie. When she left, I figured that she had figured out what she resembled more, and waited until the end of the movie. We started walked over to the McDonald's that wasn't too far from the theater, and the psycho decided to walk in the direction of a group of drunk people outside a bar! She actually walked over there, and talked to one of them! They could have been freaking serial killers, and she just walked over to them!" She cried. Angela and I were gaping at the phone by now, and I was wondering if the brat had actually gotten that stupid. "I don't know if she's psychotic, or just suicidal, but damn if I go out with her again, Stella! You need to have Charlie put her in a psych ward or something!" She yelled.

I frowned in sympathy for the poor girl who had to deal with Psycho Bella. "Jeez, Jessica. I'm so sorry you had to deal with that. I'll either tell Charlie tomorrow, or potentially hold it as blackmail on the dumb brat. I had no idea that she had gotten that stupid, if I had, I would have told you not to go." I told her. I could hear her give a hard, forced laugh in response to my words. "I wouldn't hold it as blackmail, you might get in trouble for knowing and not telling Charlie. Just try to take a picture of her face when she gets in trouble for it. On another note, I'm going to have nightmares from that movie." She said, changing the subject.

I chuckled at her dilemma, but silently agreed with her advice on telling Charlie. Oh, Bella's face would be hilarious when Charlie started yelling at her. "Just think about a hot guy showering you with a lifetime supply of chocolate, and you're good to go dream wise." I suggested to her, making both her and Angela laugh. We hung up shortly after, and Angela and I decided to head to bed. "What do you think is up with Bella, doing something like that?" Angela asked just after we laid down. "I don't know, maybe she's finally lost it. Either way, if she gets herself killed, I'll bring her back just to kill her myself for everything she's done to Charlie and Renee." I told her, before we both drifted off to sleep.

The next day went by pretty quickly, Jessica had given me the owed twenty dollars before school started, in French, Angela and I felt confident about getting A's, and finally, lunch rolled around. I sat down at the usual table with Angela, talking with her about how easy the test was, a point she argued saying that it wasn't easy at all, when Jessica and the others joined us. They watched our playful argument in obvious amused silence before Jessica cut in. "Stella, did you tell Charlie yet?" She asked.

The others had looks of confusion, while Angela and I understood perfectly what she was asking. "Not yet, I planned on telling him after school before I head up to Seattle to meet with a couple friends from camp." I told her. It wasn't a lie either, since Connor and Travis Stoll, sons of daddy Hermes were in town with their mom, instead of going year-round at camp this year. I had a plan for spending time with them, too. Since the Ancient Laws prevented gods from being huge parts of their demigod children's lives, the boys rarely saw our shared father. However, as a mortal goddess, I was exempt from the laws, and as I would be with them, daddy Hermes could visit me, and the Stolls by default. It was a lovely little loophole that I tried to use for my siblings whenever I could. She nodded, then her look turned curious, as did the others. "Friends from camp? Is it that Eric boy from prom?" She asked.

I wanted to laugh at her not-so-subtle interest. She had a small crush on my godly brother from Aphrodite's side since last prom, not that I could blame her. Eros was the god of sexual desire, and even I could admit that he was good looking, not that I would ever see him as anything but a brother. Instead of laughing outright though, I chuckled a bit before shaking my head. "No, it's not Eric." I told her, before looking at the Eric at the table. "And don't even think about getting sarcastic, and saying that you didn't even know you went to my camp or anything along those lines." I told him, making him raise his hands in mock surrender.

I nodded once in satisfaction before turning back to Jessica. "As I was saying, it's not Eric, but some other friends. Their names are Connor and Travis, the biggest pranksters around camp. Some of the kids call them the 'Terrible Two', but when I join them, we become the 'Terrible Trio'. They're in town with their mom, who's on a business trip, and I thought I'd go see them, maybe show them around Seattle a bit." I said, shrugging. I had gotten the Iris Message in between math and English, and had been both excited and annoyed. I was excited because I'd get to see them, but annoyed because they only told me about it today. I thought about bringing them down to Forks since it was a Friday, and they'd be here through the weekend to Monday, but I wasn't sure if they could handle how little there was to do here in Forks.

I could handle living here because I didn't have ADHD like the demigods, however, the Stolls did have it, and would get bored way too easily. It almost makes me wish that I hadn't destroyed Edward's car the weekend after the Cullens left, since that would definitely give the boys something to do. I guess I'd just go to the zoo or an amusement park with them or something instead. "So they're boys?" Jessica's question brought me out of my thoughts, and back to the present. "Yeah. I've got some girl friends at camp too, it's just that the boys tend to be the ones to launch surprise visits on me. I didn't even know they were here until they called me in between first and second period. It was lucky timing on their part, since they didn't call during class." I said, shuddering at the thought of what Mr. Mason would have done if anyone's cell phone rang in class.

Granted, the Stolls would never use a phone so casually since it's basically a flare for monsters to find demigods, but the thought still horrified me. Not to mention, you never knew who could see through the Mist, and I didn't want to find out if any of my classmates could. My table mates all nodded, understanding the horrifying thought as well, right as the bell rang. The rest of the day sped by after that, and soon I was on my way to see Charlie at work, while Bella went to her own job.

After parking at the station, I hopped out of my car and all but skipped inside, going straight to Charlie's desk and ignoring the laughter of the Deputy. "Hey, Charlie." I greeted cheerfully, plopping down in the chair in front of his desk. He looked up at my greeting, and chuckled at how I instantly made myself comfortable. "Hello, Stella, how was school?" He asked. I shrugged, making a nonchalant sound. "It was school, so my natural response as a teenager is, it sucked. However, I'm here to let you know about a call I got from Jessica last night at Angela's." I told him, before launching into the explanation of the call about Bella's behavior. When I finished, Charlie looked livid and sad at the same time. "I'll talk to her." He ground out, showing his anger.

I nodded, satisfied that he would take care of this, but sad that it had gotten this bad for him. "Anything else?" He asked. I hesitated slightly before nodding. "The Stolls are in town with their mom. They'll be here until Monday, and I was hoping to spend some time with them. I can act as a loophole for them to see daddy Hermes, so I wanted to do that for them." I told him. His mouth twitched slightly, since I had talked about some of my favorite siblings with him, and I had mentioned the sons of daddy Hermes. They were some of the rare kids at camp who had the same mortal and godly parent without being twins, despite the fact that they pretended to be. "They're in Seattle?" He clarified, and I nodded. "Alright, are you going to spend the weekend up there with them, or are you going to drive back and forth everyday?" He asked.

I paused as I processed his question, before staring at him in shock. "Are you actually implying for me to spend the weekend in Seattle?" I asked. His mouth twitched again as he nodded slowly. "As long as you do your homework, and bring them down at some point, I don't see why not. I do want to meet them though, with the way you talk about them." He said. I nodded in agreement, laughing slightly before going around his desk to hug him. "I'll see you soon then, Charlie." I told him, before extracting myself from the hug and leaving the station. I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be able to see Bella's face when she realized how much trouble she was in for what she did in Port Angeles, but spending time with my favorite brothers from daddy Hermes' side would more than make up for it. My drive to the house was short, and I all but ran up the stairs to my room to pack a bag for the weekend. Once I was finished packing, I headed back downstairs and grabbed a couple packets of Pop-Tarts for the drive, and headed out for my weekend of hilarity.

Yay! I was able to do a double update before I got too tired! Alright, so I hope you like the chapter, yada, yada, yada. Please don't be mad at how I ended the chapter, I thought it was a good place to end, and I will try to update again within the next day or so, that way you're not hanging for too long. Love ya, and don't forget to read and review!