Is this reality? Because I'm pretty sure that I've hit 100 reviews. Thank you all so, so much for the support. I honestly didn't think that this story would get so much attention. I love you guys, and all the support you give my story is downright insane (in a good way). And I would like to thank Cherry (guest) for being honest with me about not liking my last two chapters. I appreciate honesty and constructive criticism. It only makes me a better writer. And as you can tell, I haven't been able to update daily. Thanks, school! I hate you!

Anyway, this idea was brought on (a LONG time ago... she probably forgot about it) by the lovely Princess of Flames. It's a sequel to my Frazel chapter. Ya know, the controversial one? Yeah, chapter 3. Go read it first. In this one-shot, the bully is at his high school reunion when he reunites with the famous archaeologist Hazel Zhang, who he attempted to bully for her race. Enjoy!

Josh Brash's POV

Ah, high school. The best four years of my god-awful life. I was the king of the school. I could get kids cowering at my feet with a single glare. Yeah, those were the good old days.

Who would've thought I'd be nearly broke with a job as a cashier at McDonalds?

Yep. It turns out that scaring people at a job interview for an office job isn't the best tactic, because I was banned from the facility. Try getting a job with that on your resume. It doesn't go so well. Whoops.

I just hoped that my old high school victims wouldn't ask about my job. That was the last thing I needed.

As I walked in, people stopped talking, looking at me in disgust. Huh. I was hoping for fear, but hey, I'll take what I can get. At least they remember me, right?

Off to the side, I noticed a beautiful African-American girl, just standing there, taking in what used to be her school. She had curly, cinnamon-colored hair, and eyes covered by sunglasses. Her features resembled an archeologist I'd seen on TV or something. I didn't remember her name. If she WAS famous, though, that made this a lot harder.

I put on my most charming smile, despite my sudden nerves, and went to greet her. With one glance at me, she got this furious look on her face, and turned the other way.

"Hey. I don't remember you from high school. What's your name?" I started.

"You mean you don't remember?" she said, a dangerous edge to her voice.

I racked my brain for memories of this chick. Nothing came to mind. "Can't say I do."

The girl removed her sunglasses. I gasped at the sight of familiar lustrous golden eyes. "Nothing? You don't remember me?" I shook my head. "Hazel? Golden-Eyes? Slave? Nothing rings a bell?" She said that last name with so much venom, you would've thought she was poisonous. I was scared.

"Oh, yeah, I remember you, Golden-Eyes. You're an archaeologist now, right? Discovered lots of jewels?"

Hazel shot me a glare. "Don't call me Golden-Eyes."

I held up my hands in mock surrender, but I was grinning. I remembered Hazel Levesque clearly now, the timid little black girl who couldn't seem to be offended. "Okay, Golden-Eyes. Ya still got that boyfriend?"

A familiar-looking Asian boy came up behind Hazel, holding two glasses of punch. When he saw me, he squeezed the glasses so hard they broke, the red punch flowing through his fingers and bearing a terrifying resemblance to blood. I couldn't help but notice his military uniform, or the badges displayed across his chest.

"Josh. Don't tell me that you're trying this again, you racist bastard. Leave Hazel and I alone before I punch your gods damned lights out again." He put a protective arm around Hazel, who didn't move her glare off of me for a second, disgusted. "If only he knew about the real world," he whispered in Hazel's ear. At this, she looked up at him, alarmed.

"Frank, don't." she warned. "He's mortal." she said, much softer, but it was definitely there.

"W-what do you mean, mortal?"

Frank, suddenly nervous, checked his wrist. He wasn't wearing a watch. "Well, Hazel, we have to get going. Leo invited everyone over, remember?"

Hazel nodded. "Not nice seeing you again, Josh." With that, she grabbed Frank's hand and they walked off.

I remembered, at last, and was shocked at what came to mind. Hazel Zhang, famous archaeologist, known for her supernatural ability to find precious metals. She was a billionaire, her money coming from gold and silver and diamonds. Frank Zhang was a military general, known for his ingenious battle strategies. He'd fought in a ton of wars, and had yet to devise a losing strategy. I remembered two strange badges on his uniform that looked... ancient. Maybe it was a family heirloom or something. I didn't care.

Hazel wasn't shy anymore. She wasn't a little girl, either. Hazel Levesque-er, Zhang-was a woman, one whom I regretted attacking that one day in high school so many years ago.

My gods, I've been keeping it short, haven't I? Sorry... Well, I hope you liked it anyway! You know the drill by know (I should hope). Anyway, I have a proposal for you. As you all probably know, Blood of Olympus comes out 2 weeks from today. I am thinking about reviewing the first four Heroes of Olympus books in celebration. I'll look at them from an intelligent perspective as well as a fangirl perspective. They will be posted on this website, in one story. And, once I finish the Blood of Olympus, I'll review that, too. Now, I want your opinion. Would you guys read this? I really want to know what you guys think of this idea, so tell me!

Yours in demigoddishness,

Megan, AKA We're All Okay