Sup Peeps! HAPPY NEW YEAR! ITS STILL TODAY HERE IN SG SO HAHA HAPPY NEW EAR EVEN THOUGH I'M ALMOST LATE( OR IT MAY ALREADY BE LATE WHEN THIS IS UPDATED AHA SORRY!)

I know this chapter is a little short. It's more or less a filler, but something important at the end that would change the situation.

I'll update as soon as i can, but i'm just starting school tmr, and it's my 'o' levels this year, so updating may be a little slow okay? And Cca also, with comps and everything, plus i'm still trying to learn the piano haha

You know, i've been playing for a week, and i'm already trying to learn little piece of heaven and river flows by you, and i get so damn frustrated, but not giving up :P

Anyway, nothing much for this chapter. just a Jason Pov...after this, everything would add up soon, and this arc is coming to an end soon, and a new one, the second last one, would come.

ENjoy! PLEASE R&R OKAY? HAHA

ONCE AGAIN, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Jason POV

"It's already been a week, Thalia," I argued. "A whole damn week! He hasn't come home once! Something must have happened to him!" Thalia sent me a killer glare, but I stood my ground this time.

If it were anything less important, I would have just backed off, as not many people would want to face Thalia in her pissed mode. But this time, she wasn't the only one that was pissed.

"I told you," She growled back, glowering at me. " He's just being a fucking coward and hiding somewhere." I scowled as she repeated the same thing she had been saying for the past few days.

"Thalia, you know Percy. He would never do that to Rachel!" I exclaimed, frustrated. Her stubbornness knew no bounds.

The rumors that had suddenly spread out of nowhere had already reached to even outside the school.

Needless to say, the ones who felt the most betrayed were the gang.

Now, normally they would just ignore the rumors about anything relating to them, as they knew many people tried to bring them down to their pathetic level. But, this time, there was even a photo that showed Percy making out with another girl on the floor in some party.

That seemed to have been enough to convince the others. When we had seen the picture, we all had stared at it in complete disbelief, then stared with expectant gazes at the only person who may know the total truth about what happened between the two.

Micheal had hesitated a bit, his body fidgeting and his eyes shifting constantly. The gang took his hesitation as hesitation to spread a secret of his ex best friend. In the end, he sighed and nodded, telling us that this photo had been sent by some unknown person to Rachel's parents, causing her to break up with Percy and move away.

I saw it differently. Unlike most of the gang, who had knew Micheal quite well and liked him before he moved away, I didn't really associate myself with him, as I had no reason to. Piper, Leo and I joined the gang a little later due to our age difference, and only shortly after did we speak even a sentence to him.

Hence, they had seen what I saw. The hesitation that Micheal had wasn't the selfless kind- the one that was hesitating for a friend. It was the selfish kind- as though he was weighing the scales, seeing whether telling them the 'truth' would benefit him or not.

Leo, Piper and I had agreed not to jump to conclusions like the rest of the gang, deciding that we would speak to Percy personally first before judging him.

Unfortunately, the older ones- who were the ones that should have more faith in their friend- did not share the same views as us. No matter how we tried to convince them to wait and ask Percy first, they ignored us and continued 'screaming for blood'.

"Well, maybe he's been acting all these years. After all, we don't even know what he was like before all this. We don't know shit about him!" She exclaimed angrily before storming to her room.

Her words struck me like a lightning bolt. It was true. All of us, the gang, everyone, did not know a thing about Percy at all. Once, when Percy had gone for private training, we had discussed about out pasts, and when we reached Percy's, dead silence reigned among us.

I sighed, my fist itching to just punch something and let all the confusion and frustration out. However, nothing here belonged to me.

"Percy…you wouldn't do that right? It's all a misunderstanding…right?" I whispered, closing my eyes as my mind fought with itself.

One side of me was trying to convince me that this was all a misunderstanding, and Percy would explain it all as soon as he got back, while the other side kept on raging about Percy and cursing him to death, saying that he is a two-faced, conniving son of a bitch.

I walked towards Percy's room. A sudden realization descended upon me. Both Thalia and I had never been to Percy's room before. Heck, we hardly even see his room, since he usually wakes up earlier than us and sleeps later than us, and he always lock his door.

I had a sudden urge to reach out and turn the knob, but I told myself that not only was it stupid, but it was also breaking Percy's trust.

But, even as I turned away, went to my room and lay there for an hour, Percy's bedroom door kept on appearing in my mind.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Just to satisfy my mind's strange urge to try to open his door, I went to his door and turned the knob.

I was utterly shocked as I felt no resistance, and the door opened as I pushed it. My eyes widened in astonishment. Never, and I mean never, had Percy forgot to lock his door. And if he had been planning to hide, and there was something secret in his room, he would have definitely locked his door.

I took my first step in, and the first thought that came into my mind was how much blue and sea-green I saw in the room. Many of the stuff in his room were blue- some rubber waffles, his sketchbooks and even his mouse. The walls were painted white, but the objects in the room reflected the light in a way that made the room dim with sea-greenish colour.

The next thing was how many sea-related things he owned. A tank by the side of his bed with several small fishes inside, a few clams, a conch horn that was resting on a stand on the other side of his bed…and many, many others.

I felt like I was stepping into some sort of ocean cave. A mystical feeling settled down on me, making me step into the room with wide eyes and a feeling of awe at how utterly natural the room was. It really gave me the feeling like I was deep under the ocean waters, and the sound of water from the tank was really helping the atmosphere, plus the lightings and objects and all.

As I swept my eyes over his room, marveling at the surprisingly beautiful sight before me, my eyes fell upon a book that was sitting on Percy's bed. It looked kind of old, but not ancient.

I stepped forward and reached down, feeling the leathery skin of the brown covers of the book in my hand. I observed it with sharp eyes. It didn't look really special, and it certainly wasn't expensive.

It wasn't really sea-related in any way either.

I almost face palmed as I finally realized what the book was, and spent a good ten seconds berating myself at being such a slow idiot.

Maybe I was spending too much time with Leo.

It was a diary. It was weird. Percy didn't strike to me as a guy that would put his thoughts and life down into a book, and leave it in the open like that. Maybe he had been so upset that he had forgotten to lock the door. Maybe.

I pondered for a long, long time, staring down at the book with a contemplative look.

For all I knew, it could really be Percy's and if he finds out that I read his life story, he will kill me in the most gruesome and torturous way possible. The very thought of him being angry at me sent shivers down my spine.

I sighed as I finally gave in to the unyielding curiosity that had pressurizing me to open the book and read. I knew it was wrong- to invade his privacy like that. But, just this once, I let curiosity take over.

What Percy didn't know won't hurt him. And specifically and more importantly, me.

I opened the book and read the first few lines. The words there and then made my eyes widened into large, round saucer-like shapes. My jaw dropped to the ground, and my knees buckled as I realized just whose diary I was reading.

Right at the first line of the book, the very first sentence, it wrote:

"My name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare."