Nik's POV.

I tried to cut my hair. Several times.

You know what your mom usually tells you when you go to the salon; "If you cut your hair, it'll grow longer" or some shit like that?

That actually happened. To me.

Ever since Kim Kardashian's mom's hotter twin turned me beautiful, no one's been taking me seriously. The hair stayed though the make-up and other abominations left.

So I resorted to much more satisfying measures.

And they didn't work.

Every time I tried to cut it it grew longer and more beautiful. Six times and I became Rapunzel's way less hotter evil twin with shorter hair. Emphasis on evil.

I was trying to cut it again when Travis called.

'Watcha doing in there?' He asked.

'Stuff.' I yelled back.

'Cutting your hair again?'

'Duh.'

'It won't work. Aphrodite has to take it away; and I don't want to.'

'What?'

'She wouldn't want to, I mean.' Travis said. 'Speaking of want to; Nico wants to burn your hoodie.'

I ran out of the bathroom.

'Wait.'

I stopped and turned around.

It was Kardashian.

'What are you doing here?' I asked. 'And how did you sound like Travis?'

'Have you forgotten?' Aphrodite asked. 'It is Wednesday.'

'Yeah—'

Oh my Green Day.

'Yeah.' I said. 'Truth or death wish with more gods. I totally didn't forget that.'

I actually didn't. Three days ago I told everyone; except those at Camp Jupiter because obvi.

'Do not worry about Camp Jupiter.' Aphrodite said. 'We are waiting for you.'

'Can you first do something about my hair?' I asked.

'"Can you first do something about my hair, please?" you mean?' Aphrodite corrected.

I forced a smile. 'Please, Kim Kardashian; do something about my hair that you messed up, by the way.'

Aphrodite snapped her fingers and I felt my hair shrink.

I looked at the mirror.

Not much of a flattop. My hair was only shaved at the side and some of it was in my face like some emo chick.

'You didn't fix it.' I said. 'You just made it shorter.'

'Do you want it like that last one,' Aphrodite said. 'Or will you stop complaining and be our serial killer?'

I groaned. 'Fine. Move that ass, Dash.'

'What took you so long?' Hermes asked.

'She was being difficult.' Aphrodite said. 'Of course; I know how to handle difficult people.'

'Most especially when I'm around.' Said The Hottest Thing Since Sliced Cheese And Crackers With Wings.

Not that I liked him; just sayin'.

THTSSCACWW looked at me. 'Call your friends. I look forward to seeing Nicholas again.'

I nodded. 'Yes sir.'

Nicky's face instantly turned paler. 'You.'

'Shall we play, Nicole?' You said.

'Nik, dude.' I said. 'And are we expecting anyone else?'

Hermes looked at his watch. 'Three. Two. One.'

Even more Woah.

Popping like zits were a lot more gods. Exactly eleven. In total we had fifteen guys that would kill us if we messed up.

'We're gonna need a bigger camp.' I said.

'I suggest we use the amphitheater.' Hermes said.

'I've come up with a few rules,' I began. 'since we have a bunch of gods to enforce and obey them.'

'We are gods.' Said this dude who looked plenty bossy. 'Why must we obey rules?'

'Cause I said so, bossy.' I said. 'Number one; gods should swear to not incinerate or take revenge on demigods'

'What?' The gods asked.

'It's either you take it or you take it.' I said.

A collective sigh from the ten-foots. 'We swear by the Styx not to incinerate or take revenge on demigods.'

Next we heard a boom of thunder.

'I didn't say Styx, but nice.' I said. 'Number two; The cost of a change-sie is a lock of your hair.'

'What?' Everyone from Aphrodite Cabin asked.

'It's either you take it or you take it.' I said. 'Number three; if you don't want to answer a truth or dig your own grave in death wish; I am allowed to slap you the amount of letters in that question or sentence.'

'What?' All the boys asked.

'Either you take it or you take it.' I said. 'Number four; I am definitely not doing that kissing booth crap again. Number five; if someone asks someone else to kiss your boyfriend; take revenge on the asker and not the doer. And lastly; no killing.

'If you have any objections to the given rules, speak now and forever hold your piss.' I said.

'Or, you mean.' Malcolm Pace said.

'And, Smarty.' I said. 'As in you can talk all you want now and these rules won't change.'

'You're evil.' Malcolm said.

I tried not to cry. 'That is the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

'By the power vested in me by the song Rotten To The Core, I call this killing to order.' I said. 'Kardashian; truth or death wish?'