(I do not own pjo only my characters!)

Joey P.O.V

After that they took me and Macon in some kind of cement room; and took Johnny somewhere else to take care of his shoulder but it wasn't that far 'cause I could hear him screaming.

I didn't turn around; I didn't want to see what might be my room for the rest of my life; or I didn't want to see my failure. Macon put his hand on my shoulder, then took it off and turned around.

"Holy shiz!" Macon yelled.

I turned around and saw the one, the only, Eric! I ran to him like the world was going to end. But, he was laying down sleeping?

I shook him. "Eric, Eric, wake up."

He stirred then woke up. "Am I dreaming?"

I slapped him. "No!"

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Just in case you didn't believe me." I said then did a sheepish grin.

"Oh my gods, then…then that means your actually here!"

"Yup,"

"Wait your actually here, that's not good."

"That's a no brainer." Macon said.

"Yeah, hey Jo do you know a guy named Michael Adams?" Macon and I looked at him with panicked and confused looks on our faces.

"How do you know him?" I said it really slow like he was five.

"He was one of the guys that threw me in here."

I looked at Macon he had an I-told-you-so-look. I put my face in my hands. My cheeks were starting to get warm and my eyes were watering.

"So you do know him." It didn't seem like a question but I answered anyway.

"Yes," I said threw a sob. He sighed, I looked up at him, he looked away I could tell he was disgusted but, I don't why. I mean it's not like we, you know, had sex or like I lov- change the subject.

I put my face back in my hands.

Why, why does it always happen to me? I'm sitting here crying over a boy I knew for like a week. Shouldn't I be crying for Eric or my brother who is in a lot of pain? It's like I'm a different person.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

I immediately yelled. "Come in!" Thinking that it would be my brother but, when I heard another scream I knew it wasn't. Instead it was the last person I wanted to see…Michael.

Why? Seriously, him, why?

"What do you want?" Eric said, clearly pissed.

"I came to talk to Jo." He simply said.

The nerve!

"You don't get to call her that! Only friends call her that not betrayers like you."

"I was never on your side to begin with."

How is he being so calm? I wouldn't even be that calm. I'd either laugh or cry or yell.

"Well she doesn't want to talk to you."

Not true, Not true!

"Yes I do." I said, face still in hands. I can feel Eric's and Macon's glare burning my skin, I just had to look up. Then, I looked at Michael, he gasped from looking at my red, puffy eyes.

"Then…then…let's go." Michael stuttered, it was cute.

I got up and walked out into the hallway.

It was quite for a couple of seconds. But, those seconds felt like light years.

I moved my hand threw my hair and asked.

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"You know, for being bad, for almost killing Eric, for everything!"

"Last time I checked he was disgusted with you."

"You can tell too?"

"Yeah, but I don't know why?"

"I guess because I know you."

"Well that's a very stupid thing to get disgusted by."

"I know-wait stop changing the subject, and answer my questions!"

"Okay, For being bad: I guess that was just how my personality is; Killing Eric: I don't like him he seems kinda stupid and impolite; and for everything else: I don't think that's my fault sweetie."

"I hate you."

"And I love you too!" He gave me a hug and I had to give him a hug back. I don't know why but, I feel connected with him, in a way that I and Eric will never have.

"I love you." I whispered to him. He pushed me away; I thought there would be a smirk but just a disapproving frown. I always get that frown.

He saw me being I don't know depressed? Anyway he moved closer and put his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. It's just you shouldn't love me."

"Why not? You just said it to me?"

"But, I was playing around."

"No you weren't."

"I wasn't, but still, don't."

"I can't control what I feel!"

"Well control it!" Then the screaming stopped.

"I better go." He said. Then, with a swoosh, he was gone.

I turned around and opened the door and prepared myself for the worst.

When I walked inside I saw Eric with his face in his hands. He looked up and said.

"Can't control what you feel, huh?"

"Ughhh…" Was the brilliant thing that came out of my mouth.

So much for not loving Michael.