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Chapter 4

Nico POV

As I was sitting on the bus, I looked at my schedule.

1st Period- Literacy Room 104

2nd Period- French Room 213

3rd Period- Math Room 111

4th Period- General Music ('A' Day) PerArtRoom Family/Consumer Science ('B' Day) Room 118

5th Period- Lunch Cafeteria

6th Period- PE ('A' Day) Gym Health ('B' Day) Room 113

7th Period- Science Room 109

8th Period- Social Studies Room 105

Okay, so I could kind of get where I was going to be the rest of the day. Easy enough so far. The bus came to a stop, so I put the schedule inside one of the top notebooks and walked off the bus. All the teenagers seemed to be swarming to one area, so I just followed the crowd. Soon I was in front of a brick building with double doors. I opened the door, and stepped inside. Inside, there were marble floors, brick walls, and dark green lockers. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I walked into the main office.

I went up to the lady at a desk and said, "Hi, I'm Nico, and-"

The lady cut me off and said, "Ah, Nico. John's nephew. Yes, come here, child." I stepped closer to her. She handed me a slip with my locker number on it. "Now take this and don't be late to your first period class." I looked at the paper. Locker: 236. Combo: 49, 33,01.

I walked out of the office and went down the row of lockers, looking for mine. Well, it has a '2' in front of it, so it could be upstairs. I went up the steps and continued my search. I finally reached it, and put in the combo. I put my books inside, except for a notebook, binder, folder, and a pencil. I quickly went off to Room 104. The door loomed before me. Slowly, I opened it and stepped inside. There were rows of desks, a teacher's desk on the side of the room, and a whiteboard in the front of the room. I took a seat towards the back and sat down. The classroom quickly filled up with all shapes and sizes, but my gaze only stayed on one. Azrael. I noticed that she could be more beautiful than her sister. Her black hair was glossy in the fluorescent light, her pasty complexion making her stand out. Her lean figure looked skinny, but that only added to her exotic beauty. Azrael's long eyelashes framed her witchy eyes perfectly, and she was wearing a tight outfit as usual.

She was wearing a tight, black low V-neck T-shirt and ripped skinny jeans with a silver spiked belt. This time, though, she seemed oblivious to my staring. Azrael made her way to the back, like me, and sat down, allowing her hair to fall in front of her face. Soon the bell rang, and the teacher walked in. She was medium-height, with brown hair and 'teachery' clothes. "Today, class, I'd like to introduce our new student, Nico di Angelo. Nico, come up here." I stood up and made my way to the front of the classroom. "Now, Nico, tell us something about yourself."

I looked at her, panicked. "Like what?"

"Anything."

Then I did the most embarrassing thing possible. I said, "My name is Nico," then walked over to my seat andsat down. The class chuckled, and I looked down, suddenly finding my hands very interesting. I felt Azrael's gaze flicker to me, then she looked away. For the rest of the period, the teacher talked about the book Romeo and Juliet. I think it was the one where they killed themselves, so I tried to pay attention, making a note to myself to ask Hades if he crossed them over himself.

The bell rang again, and I was off to my next class. Throughout the rest of the school day, the teachers didn't ask me to introduce myself. They probably figured I had been through enough torture during first period. And if they did, they figured right. I had to deal with stares and snickers the rest of the day. Soon the last bell rang, and I headed back to my locker. I took the books I needed for homework, and boarded the bus again. How long am I staying here?

Azrael POV

After first period, I had all of my classes with Nico. If you had to ask me why I hated him, I wouldn't be able to tell you. There was something intoxicating about him, like I had to be closer to him, and I hated it. I hated him. He just waltzes in with his perfect life, like nothing fazes him. 'Oh, look. I'm a demigod and my life is perfectly amazing and flawless and you get to watch me in all my glory'. I mean, seriously, he's invincible. He doesn't feel pain. Maybe I'm jealous of him, as well, but none of that matters, because he'll be going back to where he came from soon.

He was handsome, I had to give him that. What with his black-and-white features and perfectly tousled hair. He looks at me all the time, which is really starting to get annoying, but it's hard to be annoyed with the way he's looking at me. In a questioning way, like I might be like him. Like I could escape this life. Like he has hope for me.

Then I went on the bus, lost in my thoughts. That's when I realized that I hadn't gotten on the bus early like I normally did. And now there were no seats. Hadyn was at tennis. Abbadon was at lacrosse. And the only other person of whom I shared a house with was Nico. I took a deep breath, walked down the isle and asked, ever so sweetly, "Nico, can I sit with you?"

Nico looked up, startled at first, saw me, and said, "Sure." He moved his books onto his lap and continued doing his homework. I started texting on my phone. As soon as Nico saw it, he got an alarmed look on his face, then relaxed, and finished up his homwork. After he was done, he asked, "So where are Hadyn and Abbadon?"

"Sports," I answered.

Nico angled his body so it was facing mine. "Look, did I do something to upset you? Because if I did, then I'm sorry."

I shook my head and looked away. Nico shrugged and looked out the window. How long is he staying here?