Sorry about the late post! I woke up really late and had a busy afternoon, so late post it is! I do really try to post every day, so for those of you saying "UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE" just know I'm trying to do this, stay on top of homework, sports, and a non-existent social life. On a happier note, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 3

"Nico di Angelo?" One of the judges croaked. "Where's Mr. di Angelo?"

"Right here. Umm... Do I use sheet music, or...?"

"My dear boy," Said a woman with a voice like velvet. "Have you not prepared the song that everyone else did? The title was... Ah, what was it? No matter! Did you prepare it?"

"Oh, I was under the impression that we could choose whatever song we'd like... So no, I didn't prepare it..." He said. He looked at Piper nervously. He only had one night to prepare! He didn't know that they had to prepare a specific song! "But, I have a different song prepared... If that would be okay." The judges whispered to each other, occasionally looking at Nico. He only heard a few words, and they weren't good. He looks rather dark... We need a male singer... Gay?... No sheet music...

"Very well then," Said the woman with the smooth voice. "You may sing, but we have a few requirements. You may not sing with sheet music, background music, or lyrics. I wish you good luck... You may start whenever you like."

The next day, Monday

"So how were your auditions? I mean, you probably did well, but what was your opinion on it?" Will asked, taking the seat next to him. It was their first official day of classes, and so far, Will had just about every class with him.

"They went pretty well, in my opinion. Piper recorded it so I could listen to it afterword. I sang Memories, you know, by Panic! at the Disco?"

"Never heard it," Will mumbled. "I think class is starting."

As if on cue, the woman at the front of the room started talking. "Greetings class! I'm Mrs. Ella, your English professor! Now, I assume that you have your books and supplies for this class? Great! So, I think now would be an appropriate time to take roll... Miss Chase? Annabeth?"

"Here!" Said a girl from the back of the room. She was sitting next to Percy, the guy who handed out swim team fliers earlier. Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and her desk was covered by a mountain of books.

"Great. Miss Dare? Rachel Elizabeth?"

"She's sick," said a girl from the back of the room.

"Oh! What a shame," Said the professor. "And what's your name, dear?"

"Reyna R. Arellano." The girl said.

"Okay then, Mister di Angelo? Nico?"

"Here," Nico mumbled.

"Mhhmhhm? Sorry darling, couldn't hear you! Do you mind speaking up?"

"Here!" He repeated. How could she not hear him? He was at the front of the room!

"You! Next to Nico? What's that you're doing?"

"Umm," Will started. "Writing?"

"To whom?" Mrs. Ella glared. She looked like she wanted to throw Will out a window.

"Nobody!" Will squeaked. He looked as if he was ready to get up, and bolt. The blonde glanced at Nico, biting his lip. The teacher snatched the piece of paper off of his desk.

"Thanks for the shampoo the other night," She read aloud. She raised an eyebrow at Will before dropping the note in the recycling bin. "Very well then... And who might you be?"

"Will, Will Solace," Will replied.

"It says William on here," Mrs. Ella mused.

"Yeah, but I go by-"

"You go by your name," Mrs. Ella laughed. "Thank you, William. It was nice to meet you! Now, Grace? Jason?"

"She almost killed me back there! Nico, I could have died!" Will yelped.

"And I should care, why?" Nico retorted.

"Well, we're friends, right?"

"Dude," Nico started, shaking his head. "You call pinning people down and forcing them to join a club friends?"

"You lent me your shampoo!" Will spat.

"I don't know what you're talking about! I lent you nothing!" Nico denied. If he didn't deny it, then he would start blushing. Then his cover would be blown.

"You really think I'm dense, don't you? I know it was you, Nico!"

"Nope, can't prove it. Sorry."

"Yes I can! I heard you singing! It was you!" Will accused.

"You don't even know what my voice sounds like!"

"Yeah, I do. I listened to Piper's recording from auditions!" He turned up his nose, as if he was trying to be superior.

"You what?!"

"Umm," Will started. Nico could see the blush creeping across his cheeks. "Well, you see, I just wanted to see if it was you in the shower... So, I just asked Pipes to record you singing. It's no big deal, right? I mean, you sounded really good..."

"Oh. My. God. I barely know you, okay? Who says I even want to know you? You don't have to be friends with me, Solace. I'm not some lost cause, got it? Get that through your mind; I don't need you." And with that, he walked away. He didn't turn back to see if Will was okay, he didn't care enough. Maybe, if he just kept telling himself that, he'd actually stop caring. Will was nothing to him. Nothing.

He knocked on the door a few times, realizing he forgot his key. The door didn't open. He knocked a few more times, with no result. Desperate for a place to sit down, he knocked on the door across the hall. This time, the door opened.

"Hey, Leo!" Said Percy. His hair was still wet from that nights swim practice. He looked down, confused to see his visitor. "Oh, hey Nico. What's up?"

"Left my keys inside," Nico admitted. "Mind if I come in?" Percy nodded. They went inside, and the other boy gestured for Nico to sit down in the beanbag chair. "Man, Jason and I need to get some of these," He said, making himself comfortable.

"You okay?" Percy asked. Nico raised an eyebrow at him. "It's just that you look pretty flustered. Jason giving you a hard time?"

"No," Nico admitted.

"Someone else giving you a hard time, then?"

"Not exactly," Nico shook.

"Is it about a girl?" Percy said knowingly. "I can help with that!"

"No, It's definitely not about a girl," Nico wasn't sure if he trusted Percy, but it was better than trying to talk to Jason about it. "It's about a guy,"

"So, friendship problems?" Percy asked.

"Sort of," Nico hinted. When the pieces finally clicked, Percy formed an 'O' shape with his mouth.

"Oh..." He started. "Sorry, dude. I didn't know about that. Who is it?"

"Nobody special," He lied. "He just thinks I'm some kind of lost cause; like I'm a patient who needs to be fixed. He's just kind of... obsessive. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like him and all, but I just-" Nico was cut off when he heard knocks from across the hall. Maybe it was Jason. He walked to the door, and peered out through the pinhole. A boy with a mop of blonde hair was knocking at his door. "Oh, shit."

"What?" Percy asked. "Who is it?" He pushed Nico aside. "What the hell? Why is Will Solace knocking on your door?"

"Probably to apologize," he muttered.

"What would he have to- OH! Oh my gods, I get it! Him? It's him? He's like, your polar opposite!"

"Tell anyone, and you're dead. Got it, Jackson?" Nico said, shooting imaginary darts through Percy's head.

"Got it," Percy gulped. "Definitely got it."

Oh my gods I use a lot of dialogue. Do you guys like dialogue-heavy writing? Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Anyway, I'll post again tomorrow. (P.S. after tomorrow we have to go back to school :'( FML) Bye!