I SUCK. I AM A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING. HONESTLY. I MAKE YOU WAIT OVER THREE MONTHS FOR A HALF ASSED CHAPTER. IM SO SORRY. IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER, THE NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER. I PROMISE. I SWEAR ON THE RIVER STYX. WOAH. THAT'S A REAL WORD. IN THE IPADS DICTIONARY. I WOULD KISS: LEO (STOP HITTING ME IZZY) GEORGE WEASLEY (NOW WHOEVER THE HELL HE ENDED UP WITH IS SENDING CURSES AT ME) MAGNUS BANE ( ALEC LIGHTWOOD IS STABBING ME) OR TOBUSCUS. ANYONE ELSE LOVE HIM? TIME TO RESPOND TO REVEIWS!
KOOKIEPUP12: ALRIGHT, EVERYONE KNEW THIS WAS COMING. WHAT DOES YOUR USERNAME MEAN? AND IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, I AM RIGHT THERE WITH STEALING OTHER GIRLS GUYS, BECAUSE FUCK IT, WE ARE SEXY.
BECABLANCA: I THINK THAT'S REALLY SWEET. AND NOBODY SUCKS AT WRITING. YOU OBVIOUSLY READ, SO JUST TRY TO WRITE.
END OF STORY GOODBYE THE END: I LOVE YOU, MELISSA. (NOT LIKE I STALKED YOUR PROFILE TO FIND YOUR NAME) HONESTLY THOUGH. YOU ARE AMAZING AT WRITING, AND YOU ARE REALLY FUNNY. *VIRTUAL HUG* ANY WAYS, SIRIUS BLACK IS A VERY GOOD CHOICE. AND YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND.
: DUDE. I OBVIOUSLY HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH STEALING OTHER GIRLS GUYS, SO JOIN THE CLUB. KOOKIEPUP12 IS IN IT TOO.
FRAZELLOVER362: DUDE, ABOUT THE CRUSH, I CAN RELATE. AND I READ ALL YOUR STORIES, THEN DIED DUE TO SMEXINESS.
?SDROWKCAB GNIDAER TA DOOG OS ENOYREVE SI KCUF EHT YHW
HAJJIE: DUDE, WE HAVE THE SAME PROBLEM.
RICK RIORIDAN OWNS THESE BOOKS. I JUST FUCK WITH THE CHARACTERS. MY IPAD IS INSULTING ME. EVERY TIME I TRY TO CURSE IT CHANGES IT TO FUCKTARD. HAVE THE STORY, THIS IS GETTING WEIRD.
you just wouldn't shut up. And now the line break is in detention. And he hates you.
Demi-Goode high chapter 7
"Hey guys." Izzy said to the group, walking up with a leather jacket thrown over her shoulder.
"Hey." They greeted her.
They walked out the parking lot, where Izzy apparently saw something that pissed her off, judging by the sudden look of annoyance followed by her storming over to a sweet motorcycle.
The motorcycle was nice, even if it was an older model. The paint on it was gold and sparkly- attention grabbing, just like a certain Izzy. The seat was black leather, and the handles had a gold helmet slung over them. Two guys were drooling over it.
"Don't touch." Izzy told them, mock glaring at one of them.
"Ah, come on Iz! You can't even make an exception for me?" One of the boys asked.
He was cute, with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a good fashion sense. He sort of looked like a brown haired Jason, except he was way taller. He was a good three inches taller than Izzy, making him around 5' 11.
Izzy glanced back at the group, who had followed, but was watching at a distance.
"Actually," Izzy said flirtatiously, running a hand up his no doubt well-muscled arm.
Kida winced. "And he's a goner." She muttered.
"Actually, what?" The guy asked Izzy.
"Alec, I'm going to be hanging out with my friends, and I won't be able to drive my bike home."
"Ah. So you want me to drive it to your place." Alec responded.
"Yeah. You're the only one who can. Plus, get it to my place in one piece, and there should be certain...rewards for you."
Alec looked a great deal more interested. "What sort of rewards?"
Izzy stood on tip-toes and whispered something in his ear.
"Deal." Alec said. He hopped on the motorcycle, said bye to his friend and sped off.
Izzy returned to the group. "We'll have to walk to my place."
"Okey-dokey." Kida stretched.
The demigods looked among themselves. "Sure" They agreed.
They headed off.
What? The line breaks? They're making out over there. WHY DID YOU LOOK?! GEEZ. GIVE THEM SOME PRIVACY!
The group walked past a person strumming on their guitar. Kida paused, head tilted, then seemed to find something she liked.
"Hey-ey, hey-ey, hey-ey-ey." She sang. She had a beautiful voice, singing from her soul.
"Your lipstick stains
On the front lobe of my
Left-side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I went and let you
Blow my mind"
Izzy started to sway back and forth, almost unintentionally.
"Your sweet moonbeam
The smell of you in every
Single dream I dream
I knew when we collided
You're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind"
Izzy started to dance, swaying her body around and flipping her hair back. Kida looked like she knew this would happen, and people started tossing money in the guys guitar case.
"Hey soul sister
Ain't that mister mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
Hey soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight"
Izzy's dance moves were beautiful, but they seemed to be missing something. Not a partner... But something else.
"Hey, hey, hey
Just in time
I'm so glad you have
A one track mind like me
You gave my life direction
A game show love connection
We can't deny
I'm so obsessed
My heart is bound to beat
Right out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you
Like a virgin, you're Madonna
And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind
Hey soul sister
Ain't that mister mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
Hey soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
The way you can cut a rug
Watching you is the only drug I need
So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of
You see, I can be myself now finally
In fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you'll be with me
Hey soul sister
Ain't that mister mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
Hey soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
Hey soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
Hey, hey, hey
Tonight
Hey, hey, hey
Tonight"
The man's guitar case was filled with cash. He smiled with several teeth missing and the two girls told him to keep the money.
Kida and Izzy returned to the demigods who had been previously watching.
The group applauded quietly, and the two girls bowed.
"Come on," Izzy said, pushing them forward. "We've got a while to go.
'Shut up, I'm watching high School musical.' That was your line break for today, folks.
Izzy navigated the group through the city. They went from the nice places, the middle class, the not-so-nice places, and finally arrived at Izzy's house.
Well, apartment. Actually, it appeared to be a old, crumbling firehouse. Her motorcycle was parked in the front of the building.
The demigods tried to wipe the looks of astonishment of their faces.
It didn't work.
"What is it?" Izzy asked them.
"How can you afford..." Piper trailed off.
Izzy's eyes widened in understanding. "I get the clothes from my job for free, and the motorcycle was a gift from Apollo."
"And gas?" Percy asked.
"Solar powered, bitches!" Izzy walked inside.
The demigods followed.
AND THAT'S THE END FOR TODAY. GOOD GODS. IM A HORRIBLE PERSON. IF YOU FORGIVE ME, LEAVE A REVEIW TELLING ME WHO YOU WOULD SWITCH LIVES WITH FOR A DAY. ALSO, FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM, IM KAYLA_IVASHKOV. IT'S PRIVATE, BUT I ACCEPT ANYONE, SO IT DOESN'T HAVE A PURPOSE.
WITH LOVE TILL BANANAS SPLIT,
KAYLA.