Heyy heyy again my peeps! I am so grateful to have all these reviewers. You guys are truly amazing. Now, I give you...........................CHAPTER NINE!

Disclaimer: Me: I do not own P-

Connor: Yo, my name is R-Dizzle!

Me: Uh,ok.......... Anyway, I do not own-

Connor: Forizzle my nizzle!

Me: I do not-

Connor: Off the hizzle!

Me: I DO-

Connor: Drizzle!

Me: Are you done?

Connor: You tryin' to rush me? You think this is some kind of race? Are you racist?

Me: NO! I just-

Connor: Nah, I'm just kiddin'. Go ahead.

Me: (sigh) You know I don't own PJO.....

Chapter Nine

I Have a Talk with Nico

Because I had nothing to do, I did the stupidest thing to pass the time: I twiddled my thumbs. Oh yes. Coopie-Pie twiddled her thumbs. I know. Geek alert! Looking up from my thumbs, I glanced over at Nico. He seemed..........nervous. I tapped his shoulder, cocking my brow at him. He scooted dangerously close, making me blush. And before you say anything, NO! I do NOT like Nico! It's just......he sort of still scares me.

Lowering his voice, he leaned in close. "I need to have a talk with you......"

"A talk?"

"Yeah. A talk." It clicked just then in my mind what he meant. I blushed an even deeper shade of red. "Well, um.........are you sure you want to talk to me about this?" He nodded. I continued awkwardly. "Umm, well, you see, it's.............it's something you should save for marriage and-"

"Wait, wait, wait! Whoa there, Nelly!" He burst, earning us three confused looks. He quieted down again. "When I said talk, I didn't mean THE talk."

"Ohhhhh...............sorry." My face got even darker.

"Yeah. I've already been down that road. It's not pretty." I laughed at that comment.

"Ok, so what did you want to talk about?"

He looked forward as if making sure of something, then turned back to me. "Thalia."

I smiled knowingly. "Awww....you like her!"

He shushed me frantically.

"Chill. I won't tell her. So, what exactly about her did you want to talk about?"

"Do you....do you think she.....you know..likes me?" He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. I frowned. The girl hated me. How was I supposed to know. Plus, I'd just met her, and our first encounter wasn't so great.

"Umm.......I don't know how to tell you this, but........." His face dropped instantly.

"Yeah,I get it," he said sullenly. He sat back in his seat, closing his eyes. It was sort of strange seeing him actually feel something for a change. And the fact he was feeling depression wasn't such a great thought. I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry about it. There are plenty of people in the world. There's one out there for you and I'm sure of it." He didn't look too reassured. I scolded myself. I'd sworn that I'd never grow up to sound like my mom, and here I was, saying things that she would.

"Yeah. Maybe for everyone else," he said. I looked at him, a sad expression on my own face. That's when I saw it. The marks.

Nico apparently was beginning to get hot, so he peeled off his jacket. As he did so, I caught sight of his wrists. I gasped, grabbing them.

"Nico!"

"What?"

"Your wrists! You cut them!" He frantically tried to cover my mouth, but failed. Annabeth whipped around. "He did WHAT?!" Oops.

That day, Nico received an extremely long lecture over the reasons slitting your wrists was bad. I felt like throwing up the whole time. I knew what he was going through. Thalia had no idea she was the reason.

Until I opened my big mouth later on.

Filler chapter. Sorry. I don't feel skipping the ride to San Francisco. Review please!