Sorry for not updating in a while but if it wasn't for school projects or homework or basketball or volleyball I would've updated sooner.
DISCLAIMER: Me No Own PJO
But on a happier note, I present to you, the next chapter of JUST THAT GIRL!
PRIEVIOUSLY ON-JUST THAT GIRL:
~Nico's POV~
I swear when this is over I will get my revenge. Then again, I was stupid enough to agree to there bet.
"Yo, Nico!" Grover called.
"Hey! What's up G-Man?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing much. Hey, Percy and I made this bet. Want to join?"
"Um…sure why not," I replied. What harm could come from a bet? "What's the bet?"
"Who could eat the most chocolate chip cookies in one minute," he replied. "Your choices are Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, or Beckendorf."
"Sweet."
"So, pick your poison."
"Beckendorf."
"Got it. I choose…Connor. Percy?"
"Hmmm…Huh? What?" Percy said looking away from the TV.
"Who do choose?" Grover asked.
"Oh. Travis." he replied.
"Wait!" Grover said. "Let's make a deal…"
~DOB(Day of Bet)~
"And…GO!" Percy shouted.
~A minute of people devouring chocolate chip cookies later~
"And the winner is…wow." said the referee.
"WHO WON!" we all shouted in unison.
"Oh, right. It's a tie…between Connor and Travis Stoll!"
"YES!" Percy, Grover, and the Stoll brothers shouted.
"NO!" I yelled.
And that's the reason why I'm dressed like Elvis, with an afro, while doing the disco.
Percy and Grover, be afraid. Be very afraid.
~Present Day/Day of Bianca's Party~
~"Annabeth's POV"~+================================
I knew I was in for it when I woke up…with a banana smashed in my face.
"Huh? Wha? Ugh! Jo Jo!" I yelled half asleep. Hey, give me a break. Wouldn't you be at least a teensy weensy bit irritable if you got woken up at…4 in the morning by a monkey who knows how to do so many things that you are afraid of what might happen next. You wouldn't? Hmmm… maybe it's just me. I never was a morning person. You know what? This reminds me of a rather hilarious event that happened yesterday.
"Hey, Thalia, have you seen Jo Jo anywhere?" I asked once I reached her.
Her electric blue eyes grew large as she answered, "No, I thought you were watching him!"
I could feel my grey eyes widening. "Oh, snap!" I thought.
"Okay, let's see," I said, getting my game face on. "Jo Jo's favorite places include…"
~TEN AND A HALF MINUTES LATER~
"Oh, and don't forget the coffee shop," Thalia reminded me.
"Okay, let's see how many that is," I replied. I unrolled the scroll-like paper revealing a large sheet of paper the size of the couch. "Holy smokes that's a lot!"
"No duh, Sherlock!" Thalia replied looking as amazed as me.
"No need for the sarcasm, Thalia."
"Sorry, it's in my blood."
"Uh-huh, yeah, sure," I said rolling my eyes.
"Now who's the one with the sarcasm?" Thalia said smirking.
"Oh, shut up."
"Whatever you say, Annabeth. Whatever you say."
So me being the wise person I am, ignored her.
"Okay, how about this. We split the list in half and go on from there," I said turning to face Thalia.
"Deal," she replied. So I tore the paper in half and handed her a side.
"Okay. Now remember, if it gets to 5 o'clock-ish and we still haven't found him, let's meet up at the coffee shop around the corner. You know the one with that creepy, old dude that always sits in the same spot in the same corner, drinking the same drink, and eating-" I said before getting interrupted by Thalia, who, at this point, was rolling her eyes.
"-the same thing. I know, Annabeth. I know."
"Okay. Let's do this thing!" I shouted marching out the door.
~The Time Around 5 o'clock-ish~
I walked into the coffee shop, only to spot something extremely weird. And trust me, I've seen a lot of weird things in my life.
"Yo! What is up, my homie!" said Thalia walking up next to me, trying(and failing) to act gangsta. The moment she reached me her chin fell all the way down to the tip of her brand new combat boots.
"Whoa," we breathed in unison.
We continued staring at Jo Jo, who was busy making a hot cocoa for…is that Nico? And Percy and Grover?
"He works here?" mumbled Thalia still staring with her eyes bugged out so much, I'm amazed her eyes didn't pop out if their sockets.
"I know!" I replied. "Is that Nico?"
"Where?" Thalia said whipping her head around so fast you could hear the crack.
"Over there."
"No way! Let's go over there!"
And thus, I was pulled toward my death…of laughter.
"Hey guys!" Thalia and I greeted them as soon as we were within hearing range.
"Oh, hey Thalia and Annabeth!" the guys replied.
"So what brings you to El Café-That-I-Will-Never-Be-Able-To-Pronounce?" asked Grover, who raised an eyebrow while cocking his head to the side.
"Oh, you know, the usual," I said. "Somebody, just absolutely loves to make us practically put out a nationwide manhunt for him. Now, we're not going to go pointing fingers or anything."
Simultaneously, Thalia and I pointed our fingers at said monkey I was implying.
"Who?" asked Nico not getting it.
There was a chorus of mumbled "Idiots" from the group, with the exception of Thalia, who merely rolled her eyes and said, "Jo Jo."
"Oh," Nico said finally realizing it.
Then, the most hilarious thing happened.
While Nico was waiting for his hot cocoa, he subconsciously made a paper football(A/N: Those things are so annoying, one minute I could be doing my homework when all of a sudden one whizzes past my head, distracting me from doing my homework. Not cool, dude.) and flicked it, thus hitting Jo Jo, who was just about to hand Nico his hot cocoa, in the eye. The next thing happened so fast it was like one of those Whoops-I-missed-it-'cause-I-blinked sort of moments. The hot cocoa soared through the air, only stopping to spill all over Nico. May I remind you, it was a hot cocoa.
"HOT! HOT! OH SWEET MOMMA, THAT IS HOT!" screamed Nico, who had marshmallows and whipped cream in his air. He then proceeded to run to the bucket of ice cold water, which was about ten feet away, and dunking his head in it.
Of course, naturally we all busted out laughing at his misery. Aren't we just amazing friends?
Ahhhhh. Good times, good times.
I just remembered, today is Bianca's party!
Okay, let's see, all I have to do is…wake up Thalia, bake cookies, make breakfast, wake up Thalia, go grocery shopping, finish my book, and did I mention I have to wake up Thalia?
First thing on the To Do List: Wake up Thalia.
I got out of bed and walked to Thalia's room. When I reached the door I stopped, cleared my throat, and knocked on the door saying, "Thalia! Guess what! It's a beautiful day today! Not that you would know, of course, considering you won't get your lazy butt out of bed and look out the window!"
Aren't I such a morning person! If you really didn't catch the sarcasm I just did, well, you really need to go see a doctor!
Next thing on the list of things I need to do: Bake the cookies for the party.
So I proceeded to walk to the kitchen and gather the necessary utensils and ingredients for baking the cookies. Within an hour I finished baking the cookies, and let me tell you this: they smelled and tasted(not that I would know, of course) absolutely delicious!
Next thing to do: Make breakfast.
I decided to make something easy: eggs, bacon, and toast.
Breakfast was as normal as normal can be. Well, for me at least. For some people it could be abnormal, but whatever.
Okay time to try and wake up Thalia for the second time.
"Thalia, wake up and get your oh-so-lazy butt out of bed!" I yelled as I walked by her room to reach mine. From there I changed out of my pajamas and into some jeans, a pair of converse, and a New York shirt.
Second to last thing on the list: Go grocery shopping.
So I walked out of the door and into the beautiful October air in New York. Oh how I love the breeze of October in the Big Apple. It's so…New Yorkish and homey.
As I continued walking I passed by the local florist, the one where a friend from this one camp I went to since I was seven worked.
"Hey Katie!" I greeted her as I walked in.
"Hey Annabeth!" she replied with smile. "Wonderful weather in New York today, right?"
"Yep," I replied. "It's also great weather for baseball, too."
"Yeah, I know! Go Yankees!" she shouted, punching her fist in the air.
After a few minutes of catching up, I looked at the time and realized that if I didn't start grocery shopping now it would be noon before I finished.
"Oh, sorry Katie, but I have to go. Nice seeing you!" I said as I was walking out the door.
"Bye Annabeth!" she yelled waving her hand.
And with that I ran to the nearest grocery store.
"Okay let's see," I mumbled to myself, going over a mental checklist. "I need some cereal, oranges, bananas, kiwis, peaches, pears, carrots, broccoli, green beans, cucumbers, corn, lettuce, potato chips, Cheetos, sour cream, whipped cream, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, chicken, ham, bread, etcetera."
First things first…to the produce section!
Soon, after a few minutes of shopping in the produce section, the dairy section, and every other section, I was finished.
"On the road again," I sang under my breath, not breaking my stride until I reached home.
I unlocked the door and placed the groceries in the kitchen.
Okay, grocery shopping. Check.
Final thing on the list: Wake up Thalia…for the third time.
So I walked into the kitchen and filled the bucket I found in the cabinet with ice cold water. Next I walked over to Thalia's room and unlocked the door.
Thalia was lying sprawled out on her bed, her hair forming a halo around her head.
"Thalia," I threatened, "if you do not get up at this moment, I swear I will pour this bucket of ice cold water on top of you.
"Five…more…minutes…," she mumbled, rolling over onto her back.
"It's your funeral," I warned, tipping the bucket over.
"COLD! Cold! Cold! Are you mad, woman! Pouring ice cold water on top of someone! Who would do such a thing!" she ranted, wringing the cold water out of her hair.
"I would," I replied, throwing her a towel.
"Thanks," she mumbled.
"No problem. Now come on! Bianca's party is starting in…" I paused to look at my watch, "three hours, and I still haven't finished the cooking!"
"Okay, okay. Just don't make me cook. We don't need a repeat of the 4th of July three years ago."
I had the faintest of memories of that event, all of which included smoke, fire, and flashing red, white, and blue lights.
"Right," I agreed.
During the three hours until the party, Thalia and I managed to complete three things: 1) Cooking. 2) Not burn the house down. And 3) Decide what to wear.
Thalia ended up wearing something casual, as did I. She was wearing a pair of black denim jeans, black high tops, a black shirt reading Death to Barbie, and a black Green Day sweatshirt. I know, so much color!
I, on the other hand, was wearing blue jeans, sneakers, a gray shirt with a wise looking owl on it, and a blue New York sweatshirt.
As we walked out the door, I made sure Jo Jo was doing okay and staying inside. I mean, who wouldn't? Who else has a monkey that has so many jobs and talents, along with the habit of sneaking out of the house and locking people in room? Oh, wait. I know a person. Me.
"You know, we really should just install a security camera and an alarm," Thalia grumbled as we walked toward Bianca's.
"Do you have the money?" I questioned, quirking an eyebrow.
"Well, no. Not exactly," Thalia admitted.
"Well, then come on!" I called after her.
After nearly dying because of the weird skater dude who tried to jump over them, they made it to Bianca's house. It was a simple Victorian style house with a nice garden surrounding it. There was a stone path leading up to the doorway.
"Come in, come in!" Bianca greeted ushering us into her house.
Travis and Connor Stoll were both sitting on the couch facing the TV acting like idiots cheering their favorite football team on. Juniper was chatting with Grover in the Dining Room, and several other people were scattered here and there.
When it was time for dinner, everyone but Nico was seated at the table.
"Um, has anyone seen Nico?" Bianca asked during the roll call.
There was a chorus of "No, Biancas" around the table.
"Okay then. I guess we'll have to start with-" she was cut short when a loud BANG went off, clouding the room with smoke.
When the smoke cleared away, Grover and Percy were both covered with pie. Immediately laughter broke out.
Grover and Percy simultaneously stood up and raced toward the kitchen.
Nico walked into the room with a smile only the devil would dare portray.
"So," he started. "How did my plan work?"
