Cliffhanger alert. Monday. July 22nd, 20XX


Not Again!


Jason got up at exactly seven in the morning on Monday. He showered, he combed his hair, and he even used some of that sweet-smelling cologne Piper had bought for him. He spent an extremely long time in front of his closet, it was super important that he'd look his best today.

In the end, he went for the classic: A tight purple shirt and low-riding jeans with a few tasteful holes. His shoes were a sleek black, and to add a sort of finish to his outfit he wore a black jacket. He checked himself out in the mirror for a full five minutes before he decided that he looked good.

A quick glance at his bedside alarm clock and he was outside of his cabin. He couldn't afford to be late. Jason's pace was fast and dogged, he got to his destination in record time. His destination, you may ask, was right in front of him. Bright bubblegum pink and lacy as hell.

His common sense told him to hightail his ass out of there as fast as his legs could carry him, but something else, something more powerful, kept him in place. He steeled his buzzing nerves and headed into the famed Barbie House, gulping.

Not surprisingly, Jason was met at the front with a large reception desk, which held a shitload of hearts, doves, and roses. A pretty brunette with chocolate brown eyes sat behind the desk, a large bright pink calendar in front of her. "Hello Jason, my name is Rosie, how may I be of service today?"

Jason cleared his throat. "Uh, I have an appointment with Drew today."

Rosie nodded. Her eyes slid to the calendar and her pointer finger tapped on something scrawled on the pink sheet. "Looks like you do and you're right on time too." She smiled as she glanced back up again, "I like a boy who arrives on the dot," she winked, he cringed.

"Oh," he finally managed. Rosie stood up. She gestured for him to follow her, they headed deeper into the Love Goddess' cabin. It was clean in there, very clean, and very tasteful. The inhabitants of the cabin had style and really not of all it was supremely girly girl, he was kinda surprised to see soccer balls and instrument bows lying on the girls' beds.

Jason failed to notice when his guide stopped in front of a large white door. She knocked once and then tugged on his jacket. "You can go in now, sweetie. Good luck." She flashed him a 100-watt grin then spun on her heel and left.

He inched into the room, more than shocked to see it styled like a lawyer's office. Hundreds of large books were crammed onto the shelf. Expensive leather upholstery was everywhere. A beautiful wooden desk with various expensive knickknacks sat in the middle of the room. There was even a mini-fridge. Jason decided to sit in one of the leather chairs, comments weren't really necessary at this point.

"Dumpster Queen is right," a sultry voice drawled, "you are cute when you're confused."

A previously unturned leather spiny chair spun around. Jason wasn't shocked to see the person in the chair, "Drew."

"Bingo, sugar," she laughed. Drew was dressed like a business woman at the very top of a company; she wore a tasteful pinstripe woman's suit. She held her face with one hand, her manicured eyebrows raised. "What can I do for you?"

Jason tried to control the knot forming in stomach from her question. He licked his lips, his long fingers thrumming against the chair's arm. "I need advice on how to woe someone."

Drew arched a curious eyebrow, her brown eyes bore into his very soul. For a moment, Jason was reminded of the time he met Lady Venus, she had the very same stare. "Jason Grace? Savior of the planet, destroyer of Gaia, Roman runaway, blonde Adonis, Superman double, needs love advice? You can get any girl you want and last I checked you were dating Dumpster Queen."

Jason's gaze fell to the carpeted floor. "We broke up three weeks ago," he said shortly. He neglected to mention that it was during Leo's brief coma and he was the one to call it off.

Drew's red lip curled. "Ahh, no wonder, Pipes has been a little down lately. No matter. So, you want a girl at Camp? Woe her the old fashioned romantic way. Nice. It'll be twenty—," she stopped suddenly. "Why didn't you tell me it was a guy?"

Jason reeled back, staring at Drew with wide, wide eyes. "H-how?"

Drew shrugged. "Intuition. No matter, this changes absolutely everything. Don't look at me like that, sweetie, we are last ones to be homophobic, believe me… let's see, the price is dropped; this is free. I'll get Mitchell in here…"

Jason head was spinning so fast. He just nodded along, hoping Drew managed to store whatever in her head. The door to the room suddenly burst open and Drew rose. Her mouth hung open and her pointer finger shook at the intruding person. Jason turned to face the person, it was Nico, looking grave (haha).

"Jason. Leo's in trouble, Peleus has him!" Nico said urgently.

Jason's heart froze. The static from three weeks ago was coming back. "What?"

Nico gulped and leaned against the doorframe. "He was up near Thalia's tree and I guess he was standing too close — I don't know. Peleus has him now, and he won't let him go."

Jason nodded, quickly getting up. Drew had different plans. "Stop!" she said, charmspeak laced into her words. He of course was forced to comply. "Turn and face me." He did so, sending her his most poisonous glare only reserved for his enemies. Drew merely rolled her eyes. "I'm afraid you don't scare me much, sweetie. I just got to tell you one thing: Be yourself. Go on now, save the little elf."

Jason did not get to question her strange words because as soon as she released him, he was already halfway out the door. He raced through Camp, zooming past hundreds of campers until he arrived at Thalia's tree.

He fell to his knees when he got there.