Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews last chapter! Again, I'm really sorry it was so short and crappy. I'm kinda amazed that no one even said that it was indeed super crappy. We were all thinking it though, right? What woukd have putting it in writing done? Anyways, I had a question on why not just forsake that update and post it later. Well, I told you guys that I always post every four days, unless I gave you notice. I didn't want to not post something, and then have everyone thinking I was in a coma or I died. Because honestly, anything can happen on any given day. My philosophy is that if I don't give you any message in advance, or even the day of, and I don't end up posting within all 24 hours of that day, something must've happened to me. Not to get all depressing on you guys or anything. I honestly don't plan on dying anytime soon. There's too many things I haven't done, too many places I haven't been, too many people I haven't met. Besides, on Saturday I have my first unofficial date (it's a school dance that a guy asked me to), and I'd hate to miss that because of something silly like death. ;) Enough talk about death and my personal life. Let's get to the important stuff— this chapter! :) First, the disclaimer. I own nothing, but please enjoy this chapter. :)

Percy's POV (finally, on with the story!)

Chaos shooed us away, and we resumed our seats with Luke.

Once Zoë wnd I sat down across each other, Luke eyed us with a mixture of suspicion and amusement. "What was that scene up there all about?"

Zoë frowned. "What scene?"

Luke grinned, his eyes losing most of the suspicion and becoming filled with amusement. "Oh, the scene where you two lovebirds teased each other by sticking your tongues out at the other."

Zoë and I both turned red. "I think I missed the part about us being 'lovebirds'."

"Same," I added.

Luke shrugged, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Alright, alright, I'll let it go."

He brought it up again a few hours later as we were sitting in my room. I saw sitting on the bed, while Luke was sitting on the floor. We were talking about random, trivial things, anything from our favorite movies to the best brands of beer.

Suddenly, Luke asked, "Do you have a crush on Zoë?"

Startled, I sputtered, trying to come up with something other than the truth. I finally managed to get out a weak, "Zoë who?"

Luke rolled his blue eyes. "Zoë Nightshade. You have a crush on her, don't you?" He said this so casually, as if discussing the weather.

I kept sputtering, my face red. "I-I don't... What are y-you... I-I... H-How...?"

Luke chuckled. "Dude, it's obvious. Any moron with a speck brains can tell that you like her."

I opened my mouth to argue, then deflated, letting out a sigh. "Is it really that obvious?"

Luke grinned. "Totally." Seeing my expression of horror and despair, he let the grin slip from his face. "Dude, it's not that obvious. I can tell because we're friends. And I had to study your body language back when we were enemies. It's kind of a second nature to me now."

I nodded miserably. "Do you think Zoë knows?"

He snorted, crossing his arms. "I highly doubt it."

"Really?" I dared get my hopes up. I didn't want to embarrass myself. What if she knew and she was just pretending to like me so she didn't hurt my feelings? What if—

Luke cut off my inner panics. "Yep."

"How can you be so sure?" His casual attitude towards a subject that had always scared the crap out of me astounded me.

He shrugged. "I just know."

I opened my mouth to keep this conversation going, wanting to ask every question on my mind until I was sure she didn't know. Then I realized that all Luke's answers were be simple and/or one-worded.

We sat in silence for another moment, me pondering my love life (or lack thereof) and Luke... I'm not exactly sure what he was doing. Is being Luke a valid answer?

The silence would've lasted forever for all I know if someone hadn't knocked on the door. I shot up off the bed and hurried to the door, trying to ignore Luke's raised eyebrow.

A short pink-skinned man was standing in the doorway once I answered the door. His skin was a light pink, not like the pink skin on some of the people in Guardians of the Galaxy.

"Are you... P-Perseus J-Jackson?" He stuttered out, glancing down at a card in his hand before saying my name.

I nodded. "I am. Why?"

The short man swallowed. "L-Lord Chaos r-requests your p-presence i-immediately."

"Ok." I turned back into the room to address Luke. "Come on, Luke, I—"

The short man interrupted me. "Alone." I noticed that he didn't stutter that time.

I frowned slightly, but nodded anyways. "Alright. Thank you. Are you going to show me where to go? I'm not exactly familiar with the layout of everything."

The pink skinned man frowned slightly back at me. "I suppose." He muttered to himself, "This puts a wrench in my perfect schedule..."

I retreated quickly into into my room and told Luke where I was going. He said he'd still until I got back, after which he'd head to his own room to sleep. I smiled, grateful for the support.

I found the pink skinned man waiting impatiently in the hallway. He tapped his watch when he saw me and barked, "Hurry, hurry! I don't have all day!"

He didn't give me a chance to give a sarcastically remark. The short man had already booked it down the hall.

I jogged after, silently wondering how a man with such shorts legs could be able to walk so quickly.

"How long have you lived here?" I tried asking the dwarf sized man once I caught up to him.

"That's classified," was all he said, staring down at a schedule in his hands.

"Oh... Well, my name is Percy. What's yours?"

"Classified."

"Really?" Had his parents actually named him Classified?

"That's classified."

I frowned but kept trying to make conversation with the stubborn man. I'd ask a question, which he always responded to with either "classified", or "that's classified".

Great conversationalist, the short pink-skinned man.

After a minute, we arrived at a door. "This is the door to the office of Lord Chaos. Inside is where you'll meet him. Knock on the door and do not enter until he calls you in," the man instructed. I nodded to show that i understood.

"Good. If you need anything, don't call me." With that, the short man thrned and jogged away.

Taking his advice, I knocked on Chaos's door. I waiting a minute in silence, debating whether or not I should knock again. Maybe he didn't hear me? But sure enough he did.

"Come in," Chaos called in a hard, emotionless voice. I gulped quickly before turning the door knob and walking into the room.

Hey guys! Next chapter will be posted Tuesday. I have homecoming this weekend and some random (yet no doubt tiring) thing Friday night, so I'm gonna take those two nights. Then I'll write on Thursdsy, Sunday, Mindsy, Thesday so you get the whole fours days. I'll try not to make a crap chapter. Sorry for all the time changes! Don't hate me please.