Rachel's P.O.V.
"What about you?"
"What about me?" Rachel replied, not understanding the question fully. Was he asking about her life? What she liked? Or something more specific?
"Anything... I mean, I shared, now your turn." He said, blushing a little for his boldness. Rachel smirked and nodded.
"Fair enough..." She recognized, sighing "OK, where should I start...?"
"From the beginning would be a nice place..." He joked, earning a light shove from her. But not without a smile in her face.
"Don't get smart on me!" She teased him, lightly.
She told him about her parents. The way they behaved, they way they acted, how was her life when she was a toddler. Her life as a student of the many different schools. How she got teased for 'seeing' monsters. How she found love in art. What she liked to do on a lazy weekend. And, much to her embarrassment and shame, she told him about the time she went out with Percy. Part of her wanted to keep that away and that no one else, but the implicated knew it (sadly, one of them had lost his life honorably...), but another part, the winning part of her logic, told her he needed to know, for some reason.
"So... You like Jackson?" Octavian asked, kind of shy and upset, though Rachel didn't noticed that.
"Liked would be the proper tense..." She explianed, sighing. Octavian relaxed and allowed her to continue her explanation. "Percy, he... He just was a messenger, someone send to me to warn me that I wasn't as crazy as my shrinks thought or as my parents thought. I owe him much..."
"What if it wasn't him?" Rachel looked at Octavian, confused.
"What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean was... What if it wasn't Jackson the so called 'messenger'? What if it was someone else...?" Rachel shrugged and leaned on the closest object she had. In this case, Octavian's shoulder.
"I guess the feeling would be the same, I don't know..." She reasoned. She was very comfortable and had little to none desire of moving from that place. "Why you ask?"
"Just a thought." He quickly answered, leaving her unsatisfied about it, but she shrugged it off. It's not like he was jealous or something... Well, he might be possessive with the whole 'my first friend' business and stuff, which she found kind of cute, but not about something else... right?
It was obvious that Rachel was looking at Octavian with a new light, as if he had stepped a little out of the shadows that surrounded him and little by little, into the light. She was impressed with his performance when he faced the Stolls and Reyna, though it was more than obvious that he wasn't strong enough to face the entire Camp anymore. Too many years of bullying...
"You impressed me." She spoke after a while of staring the front wall and being in comfortable silence with him. Octavian glanced at her, confused. "The way you behave with the Stolls and Reyna... Someone else wouldn't have opened the door, or spit at them... You were the better person and I was impressed..." She confessed, not noticing the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.
"To be honest, I just wanted to slam the door at their faces and let that speak for itself..." He admitted. "But seeing their fearful faces when I came back was priceless enough..." Rachel let out a small chuckle.
"Yeah, they were pretty terrified..." She acknowledged, laughing. That caused Octavian to chuckle and face her.
"We could scare the campers, you and I."
"Oh, you should had asked me before you got caught!" She acted, being overdramatic on purpose. "We could had ruled the world together... Me, scaring the campers, while you and your iron fist rulement... The world could had been ours!" She raised her fist in a joking manner.
"You know, we're not that far behind..." He continued the joke, smirking. "Once when we find the Sibylline Books, we can known how the story will end... And we can take over the world." Rachel opened her eyes, a little confused at the turn of event that the conversation was taking. Octavian seemed to realized that after his speech. "I'm kidding! I'm so kidding!" He rushed to explain, which relaxed Rachel.
"Sorry, it's just... for a second, I thought-" She stopped talking, not sure if to continue.
"What you thought? Rachel, you can tell me..." He encouraged her, gently.
"I thought you were serious about taking over the world..." She whispered, as if speaking it out loud would make it real. Octavian lowered his head to her and smirked.
"A guy can dream, right?" Rachel nodded, as dreaming wasn't harmful. "Besides, you're the closest I have of a friend... I'd do anything you ask me for..."
"Anything?" She checked, smirking. Octavian winced internally, thinking that maybe having a friend was too good to be true... Maybe, Rachel's sweetness is just a screen for- "What if I asked you to be my friend- correction, my best friend? What would you say?"
"Where do I sign?"