Chapter 5; Adriana

"This is going to be great! I've never had anyone walk with me to the bus stop before! Well other then Brian but he's usually with one of his friends or something. You'll love my school! I just know that everyone will love you too! My friends are so nice, they'll be really nice to you. There are a lot of cute boys there to, and you're really pretty so I'm guessing you'll have a boy friend in no time. I had a boy friend but then we broke up because we were looking for different things in the relationship." She looked sheepish then her chatter caught up again. "Any way it will be so great to have you here! A sister!"

"Thanks Mary." I cleared my plate of the left over eggs that I didn't eat. I hate when people put ketchup on eggs—it just doesn't taste right.

Hopefully I won't even be taking the bus this morning. "Oh, shoot. We'll be late if we don't go now!" She tugged at my hand as I slowly grabbed my bag and patted my boots to make sure that there still was a hard lump there. My silver blade was safe.

"Are there metal detectors at your school?" I asked holding back the groan that was forming in the back of my throat. I wasn't good with technology. I didn't know how I would explain my knife either. I would be on 'special watch' again.

"No…? Why would we need them?" She smiled reassuringly. "No one is going to try and kill you. This is one of the safer schools in the area. There are some gangs around but they don't show up at school much. You'll survive."

"Yeah." I laughed because they wouldn't be killing me—I'll be killing them if they lay a hand on me. I always survive.

"You really like silver don't you?" She asked me when she pushed the door open to the cool March breeze. I could see why she would think that I like silver. I was wearing a silver belt that doubled as a long chain that I could fight with. My black leather jacket had silver threads entwined with the black fabric. Of course I wore my black silver ring and the bottom of my boots there was a flash of silver. Steel toed boots was one thing but the whole bottom of my boots made all of my kicks harder.

"I guess you can say that." I snickered to myself.

"Did you know—your eyes and hair are like silver? It's really pretty." I knew that already. Even though my hair was brown it did have a weird silvery kind of ting to it. I always loved my hair. I let it grow long because it was one of the only things that were dependent. I didn't need to straighten it—ever. My hair loved me. It was always silky smooth and it flowed just like sunlight. There wasn't ever a hair out of place not only because I kept it up in a pony tail when I was going into new territory. Which I was definitely doing today.

"Thanks. I've always wanted to be a blond though." I lied but wanted to give her a compliment since it was fair that she gave me one.

"Oh, don't do that, your hair is far too pretty to be dyed."

I smiled at her. "I wasn't going to dye it." My voice was absent because my eyes locked on my baby.

My most prized procession. I paid for it all by myself—kind of. This brand new, never has been used, bike was in a used car dealership when I was looking for my car. I saw it and instantly knew that I couldn't afford it. I just wanted to touch it. It was automatic—I knew—I needed to have this bike. It goes up to two-hundred and twenty miles per hour and it's the sleekest bike I've ever seen.

It's a Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R I knew the title by heart because when the owner saw my interest he rushed over and told me what it was called and I fell in love. It was clad in black and dark indigo and silver.

"You have fine taste."

"Ah, how much?"

It looked like it would be about fifteen thousand but he surprised me with his answer. Which was even more surprising since that was exactly how much money I had in my pocket to pay for it.

"Eight thousand."

The man was professional looking but something about him made me want to give him a huge hug. He had a bright smile and he was wearing an expensive suit. His eyes were golden like the sun and he watched me with a sentimental look.

"You're joking? This?!"

"Yep. It's a little funky so…"

"How does it ride?"

"How about you try it out." The man had tossed me the keys and that was the best drive of my life. The motorcycle had nothing wrong with it, I mean it's been a year and it still works perfectly. It hardly ever needs gas even though I use it all of the time and I keep it in perfect condition.

The look on my foster parents at the time was priceless when I brought this beauty home. Actually it was something like how Mary was looking at it.

"Holy…is that yours?"

"Want a lift to school?" I stroked the side of the silver finish with pure love. I missed this thing so much.

"There is only one helmet." She objected with a distant voice. Her eyes were stuck on the pretty bike. By now Brian and Jim were both outside and staring at my machine with huge eyes.

"Uh…um…I have a helmet...it's old…er…it's red so it'll match the…blue…" Jim sounded like he was having difficulty talking.

"Really dad?! I can use it?" She gave Jim a huge hug and ran into the garage. She was running out a few seconds later with an old red helmet just like Jim had promised.

"I call riding with Audrey tomorrow." Brian said with awe.

I couldn't keep the smile off of my face even though I wasn't planning on driving anyone again. I just needed to have Mary ride the bike with me today for security reasons. I wouldn't go off alone until I had the area scoped out.

I picked up my indigo helmet with silver designs on it. I put it on and fastened the hook under my chin. I opened the little eye window to watch as Mary had to get help with hers. Jim's fingers kept trembling when he tied the old harness together.

My helmet had come free with the motorcycle. The guy said it was a gift from a friend. When I got home I looked up the motorcycle and helmet up online. The motorcycle should have cost twelve thousand dollars and the helmet was almost six hundred dollars. Used car places don't give away six hundred dollar helmets. I didn't care because I loved it. I thanked my lucky stars that I got my hands on this one before anyone else.

"I thought we would be late." I said impatiently. My motorcycle was purring. Brian looked like he was about to lick it and I didn't want boy germs on my pretty.

"Yeah, yeah but this thing looks like it can go fast." Mary smiled and climbed on the back of the bike. She gripped my midsection for dear life.

"Be safe!" Eleanor yelled as I revved up the bike and slammed down on the gas. We were off faster then Mary has ever traveled in her life. She screamed with exhilaration. I laughed because I did the same thing often.

"Ohmygosh!" She yelled. The air felt amazing as it whipped past us. I saw the big bus that we would have been taking and drove up next to it so that Mary could have the pleasure of waving at the windows. Noses were pressed up to the windows as they tried to get a good look at the two girls on the hot motorcycle.

We beat the bus to school. Many of the cars on the road looked pissed at us as I maneuvered around them slyly. Mary was silent in the back even though any mortal would be terrified with my driving.

The student lot was filled with a few really nice looking cars and a few really crappy kinds like at my old school. I parked mine in one of the spots right in front. My bike looked so good there next to the cars. Could you believe that there weren't any other motorcycles anywhere in sight?

Mary got off of the bike laughing. The purr quieted when I turned it off and took the keys out of ignition. The students who took pride in standing out in the parking lot before class all watched the bike with open awe. A bunch of Mary's friends rushed over and started asking her questions about the ride.

I removed my helmet ignoring all of the bystanders. I slicked my hair back but I didn't need to, my hair never looked bad. I buckled Mary's helmet on the handle bars. I knew that no one would steel it. It wasn't really worth the effort, this thing is a dinosaur. I barely noticed that Mary's friends had gone quiet when my helmet was removed. I went on with my business, grabbing my bag from the storage compartment then walking off to the main office to get my schedule for the day with my bag slung over my shoulder and my helmet balanced on my hip.

"Hey I'm Adriana Lee." I informed the balding guy at the desk seated in front of the room marked 'Principal Mark'. He looked me over and I saw the way his eyes gave a small pop. I wonder if he was noticing how good looking I was or if he was seeing the badass Adriana.

"Ms. Lee. Yes." He shuffled through some papers hurriedly and handed me a paper-clipped stack. "This is your locker number, the map of the school, your schedule, lunch information and upcoming events. Your classes are highlighted on the map." He pointed to the top paper in my hand. I also highlighted the best route to each."

This guy has way too much time on his hands.

I thanked him and headed for locker B-45, my first stop on the never ending first day of school. It was just like school number five all over again. People stared at me and my helmet. There were whispers all starting with the same two words, "I heard" fill in blank here. I heard she was expelled from twelve schools. I heard she's been arrested. I heard that even her parents don't want her. I heard she dates every guy with a pulse. I heard she's good. Some of those are lies some are true. I don't date, so it's easy to decide which are only gossip.

To my disappointment the lockers here aren't nearly large enough to fit a motorcycle helmet. I would have difficulty fitting my math text book in here. That's an over statement. I could get all of my books in but my leather jacket would have to stay on my shoulders today. There wasn't much room to keep a jacket in the lockers without having the jacket get wrinkled or harmed.

I had calc first with Joan Sunkes then AP English with Dr. Stone. I never liked English and I don't know how I ended up in AP English. I guess I just found it easy and boring. Anyone can read a book at talk about 'how the author depicted the characters in a strong way'. Maybe Joan would let me keep my helmet in her class.

I walked up to an older woman with graying hair and crows feet. Her eyes were a soft brown—kind of grandmotherly. The way kids looked at her I assumed that she was mean but if you really looked deep into those mud brown eyes they were warm and reminded me of the chocolate chips that I used to put in cookies.

"Heyah. Do you mind if I leave this here for today?" I asked in my nicest voice—something I didn't really use that much.

Joan looked up from her papers that she was marking with purple pen. Her grandmotherly face looked confused for a few moments. She must have not understood who I was until she put it together.

"Adriana Lee?" She asked. "Yes, yes. My dear you can put it in the back of the room." She pointed the way with an old shaky hand.

"Thank you." I placed my helmet next to a big stack of papers with the same purple markings on it.

I sat in the back of the room so I could observe all that goes on in the class. That and it's harder to stare at someone who is behind you. A strawberry blond with a well developed chest and a herd of boys around her sat in front of me. Her loose curls trailed on to the end of my desk. She finished a conversation with a dark boy with big tree bark colored eyes. He smiled a lot and she twirled her hair around her finger innocently.

"Audrey?" She asked me in a curious bored voice. Her chin was only slightly turned in my direction so that I knew who she was talking to.

"Informally." I said coolly.

"I'm Misty." She said like she half expected me already to know that. I didn't nor did I care. "You're the girl staying with Mary. I saw you on that bike."

"Yes." I really didn't want to talk to her right now but I couldn't refuse—the entire calc room was watching us.

She is a nymph.

I didn't care. She's harmless and the world could always use more nymphs—good ones—if I caught her doing anything bad I would kill her. If she annoyed me enough I would kill her. I hid my right hand from sight so she wouldn't notice my little rose ring. Even the good kind would surely want me dead if they knew who I was.

"I'm sure you don't have any friends yet so I'll allow you to sit with me today." She smiled a pair of white teeth that only nymphs had.

"Gee." I said without turning to look at her now that her misty colored eyes were on me.

"Unless you have somewhere better to be."

I moved my eyes up to her gaze that was relentless. This nymph wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Oh." She sounded surprised and angry at the look of me. I've never really gotten that reaction. "I didn't realize that…" She stared at me with total fascination. I felt like I was under a big microscope being observed and 'Misty' was the scientist. "Aren't you just adorable." She gushed. She acted like I was the petty mean girl in charge of the school and she was the new girl that needed a leader to get her through this.

"Uh-huh." I looked down at the desk willing her to go away or I would shoot her right now.

"Class we have a new student." Joan said after the high pitched bell sounded for first block. The announcements don't come on until second block—that's what Mary told me. "This is Adriana Lee. Make her welcome."

People turned away and I met each eye with cold certainty. All of the eyes that were human looked down at the floor once they met my gaze. Even the nymph named Misty looked down. A delicate shudder rippled through her when she turned around to face Joan for the lesson.

I sighed and took out the note book that I had been using in my last school for math class. It was a senior class. Calc. I don't like math but it let's my logical working mind really wander and think. I'm good at thinking and problem solving so I was accelerated in Junior high. Now I regretted burning down the library because we were learning things that in my last school we haven't even touched on yet. If I have to get a tutor my life will be over.

My back wasn't straight but I had my legs positioned the exact way that, if I had to, I could quickly stand up. I listened to Joan as she lectured us on the importance of order of operations. I played with my pencil, imagining all the possible ways I could kill someone with the tiny piece of wood.

I placed the pencil back in the little grove of the desk and saw that part of Misty's skin was revealed through her thick blond hair. I stared at the little revealed part. My goal was to give her that apprehensive feel where the hair on her arms sticks up and all of her rational mind screams danger. I kind of wished that I could see her deer-in-the-headlights panic that I knew that she was feeling from the intensity of my stare.

I should have known my own luck. I should have noticed that Mrs. Sunk's eyes kept wandering to the door every now and then or to the empty seat across from me. I was too caught up with my attention on making Misty suffer to notice any of the vital signs.

As a cougar I am always watching—anticipating—but I just didn't read the signs. They were so obvious and I just couldn't read. I wasn't taken off guard when the door opened however.

I am never taken off guard.

Everyone, apart from me, turned around to see the new classmate. I didn't hear clicks like girls' high heels. The foot steps were near close to silent. Several eyes glazed over and the aura of power crashed into me from behind.

First my hand slipped between my legs concealing my ring and with the right hand I gripped my dagger that was in my boot. I didn't like that the foot steps stopped behind me. They were on my blind side. They were probably afraid. Poor baby.

"Annakeyla Castillo?" Mrs. Sunks acknowledged the girl, with a tight face. The origin and meaning of the name fluttered through my mind as I listened to her voice trying to place her. Anna—that part was obvious—little goddess. Then the Keyla part meant, beach. Her voice gave her away if her name didn't. Her voice was languid and flowed easily. If a still ocean during sunset could talk it would sound just like this girl.

"Ya, sorry." I wasn't listening anymore. I'll bet that he would be very angry if I killed his little servant. I felt closer to killing the king of the sea then ever. I would have smiled if I was okay with people—humans—being afraid of me. Wait, I am fine with that. My smile must have been really nasty because guess what!

She's blond.

"Not a problem, dear, take a seat over there." Joan looked at the slip that Annakeyla gave her. The girl turned around so I could see her full profile.

Her eyes were blue like a calm sea. There weren't any waves breaking her perfectly composed face. She had a swimmer's body and a few freckles that were sprinkled on her creamy skin. She wore white skinny jeans and big furry boots like many of the girls in New York wore.

"Okay." Her voice was meticulous.

I tried to act human because something about just how calm and collected she was made me think that she was acting. I've been lying my whole life so I knew when some one was. I watched her face steadily trying to raise goose flesh on her arms like I did with Misty. She ignored me but judging by her body language she revealed as she walked to the seat that Joan was instructing her to sit in she was aware of my death stare.

Her clear eyes flashed over to me involuntarily. I caught them with my own, sending her primeval vibes. Her eyes flashed away after a few seconds but for the first time, ever, the action didn't feel like she was acknowledging my power. It felt like she was just translating with that drop of the eyes that she saw me as a threat but she wasn't quite finished with me yet.

Oh, yes, little demigoddess, it's not over at all.

I popped a piece of my true love in my mouth—peppermint orbit gum—and fixed my eyes on Annakeyla. I watched as she struggled to stay still. She wrote with her right hand but the way she held her paper with her left made me think that her left hand was equally strong.

She didn't look at me but I had the feeling that she was somehow studying me too. Evaluating me. Like a gold fish behind it's bowl.

Joan Sunks was writing things on the board that I took down into my notebook without even thinking about the motion. I didn't really care about square roots times y divided by two equaling either seven or three. Misty didn't seem like she cared either because she kept looking at the clock that was positioned over my helmet. Misty and Annakeyla locked eyes once when Misty was checking the clock but this time it looked like they were already friends. They weren't sniffing each other out like I've been doing with the girls.

The two girls started whispering back and forth. Misty's lips were in a permanent smile and she looked eager for this new friend. Annakeyla looked like she was content with speaking to the nymph but she looked like a person that was having an everyday conversation while standing on a wire over boiling iron. The normal conversation just didn't make sense in her state of mind. I felt myself—sadly—understanding how she felt. That didn't make me like her.

I didn't listen to their conversation because I really didn't care but one word did get through my mental shield. Naturally. My hearing has always been perfect, like 20/20 for your ears. There whispers were loud just like everyone else's.

Brother.

That was a word that Misty had said. She was talking about Annakeyla's. Did she have a normal brother or was he a demigod too? Could he maybe even be a Cyclops? He could be anything—everything but a friend.

Ding, ding, ding.

There were sighs from the desks as the class exited the room with zombie faces. Must eat brains is the equivalent of I stayed up too late last night finishing AP world homework.

I hung back. I knew how to play the new kid role better then anyone. I could take my time getting to my next class because I could claim that I got lost and they wouldn't even be angry. I vaguely listened to the rumbling voice from the loud speakers. The balding man named Principle Mark I guessed.

A blond boy barged into the room while I was studying the map to my English class. I looked up to see that Annakeyla was still in the room too. The boy went right up to her. He was very good looking, if you like that kind of thing.

" I'm here!" The boy looked around like he just noticed that other then the teacher there weren't any humans in the room. I picked up my stuff and planned on just sneaking by.

" Oh, well, you're just a little late Leo." Annakeyla muttered with an annoyed face. He was clearly her brother and he wasn't a Cyclops. He was worse. He was one of those demigods, by the looks of him, that took advantage of how humans see things and uses girls like toilet paper.

"Oh, good. I hate math." He looked a whole lot more at ease and he even smiled at his sister, I would assume. They did have similar looks. There skin color was the same but his hair color was more wheat colored. He had longer legs that were clad in dark denim jeans. He had a t-shirt with a name of some designer on it that showed that he wasn't a weak demigod. He took off his dark sunglasses that concealed his eyes behind black-as-ink lenses. His eyes had the same shape as Annakeyla's but they had slightly more green in them. I really like his jeans, part of my brain said but the other half—the logical one—was saying, you have the knife, kill them both now.

"What do you have next?" I pretended to be too preoccupied with my map to be paying attention but I wanted to learn their schedule so I would know what to expect. Maybe I would swing by the guidance the office later and pick up a copy of each of theirs.

"Study hall, of course. Vikki and I are going to go out during it though, since it's a free period, wanna come?" Vikki? Who could she be? Vikki might be another—could there really be three demigods here?

"Yeah thanks, but no thanks, little brother. Have fun,"

"Suit yourself. How about you, gorgeous? You wanna come?" The boy, Leo, showed off a cotton white smile at his attempt to flatter me. I watched him with my unemotional mannequin face, like he had just offered me a severed finger instead of his company.

"Go get laid." I muttered and left the room.

I found myself thinking about the demigod when I was in English reading a book I've never heard about that my class was already half finished with. A girl named Jude with black skin and black as night hair. Her eyes were heavy lidded with lots of mascara and eyeliner. She wore all black and she mistook me for someone who would enjoy cutting myself.

"You're one of the new kids right. You must be Adriana." Her voice was husky and low. She totally ignored the fact that we were supposed to be silently reading. Dr. Stone looked so sleepy that he almost looked stoned. I'm pretty sure he didn't mind that much if we whispered. He looked like he would love to just leave right now.

My eyes took in her chains and piercings. She would be so pretty if she didn't mess up her face so mush. Should I answer her, people might take me for her friend then they'll think that I'm a cutter too. I eyed her wrist wearily.

"Yeah."

Mary saved me by turning around to face me from the chair in front of me. Her blond curls bounced with the movement. She shot a warning glace at me then looked at the girl Jude.

"We aren't supposed to be talking Jennifer." She whispered fiercely at Jude.

"It's Jude."

"What ever." She turned back around giving me another warning glance. I nodded knowing that she really feared for both of our reputations. Mine was already pretty fucked up but she had that pretty princess title to keep.

Jude's dark eyes locked on my middle finger of my right hand then went back to my eyes with something that I've seen on little girls faces when they watch Hannah Montana. She looked utterly star struck.

"You…you're part of the Black Rose." She whispered but it still sounded really loud like every ones.

"Leader actually." I knew that this girl was one hundred percent human and I don't really come across fans in my line of duty.

She did something that sounded slightly like hypervenhalating. "The leader." She repeated like she couldn't believe it herself. "I'm a huuuue-g-ah fan." She explained. "My adopted brother told me many stories about you! I wrote a book about you and your group, did you know you have like bazillion websites only know one knows you are! You are really wanted you know."

"Part of the job." I shrugged.

"I'm…anything you need. I'm your girl."

I nodded my head politely and even managed a smile. "Thank you."

"That ring…does it really, you know, sicken the the soul so there is less chance of coming back again."

"I've never really asked my victims."

Jude laughed. "Do you mind if I tell my friends about you?"

"Uh." She looked like she would take my secret to the grave if I told her to. "I think it best that those who can see will see for themselves."

She nodded and the childhood hope was still glittering in her eyes.

"Didn't you see that girl? Why would you talk to her? I mean Jude, she just…She's not good company to keep." Mary looked around the crowded hallway as I swapped my English books for my map to find the gymnasium. I studied it silently as I pretended to listen to what Mary was saying.

"—she writes like gothic novels. Last year she wrote about this girl 'with eyes like a silver predator who slowly crept up behind the midnight black unicorn and slashed the horn off making the stag die until it rises again.'"

I remembered that night. That was one hell of a karkadann. Those things are huge unicorns like bigger then Mary's house huge. And they could kill with their horn but when you went to cut the horn off it sliced like butter and the thing is just gone. It was a hard fight. I think I was in the hospital for a whole five hours before I broke out.

"Seriously, she's not right. I wouldn't be surprised if she does…" She lowered her voice again. "Drugs." I rolled my eyes and shut my locker. I was going over the route to the gym over in my head so I wouldn't get lost.

"And did you see those piercings? I heard she has a tattoo on her shoulder of a scull."

"Hey, Mary. It's done. I'm not like going to marry the chick." I looked around looking for the seven hundred hallway which apparently has both the library and the cafeteria in it as well. I should steer clear of the library just in case this school heard about the incident. "I have to get to gym. I don't want to be late on my first day." I lied.

"Oh, right. I don't want to make you get a tardy." She looked so guilty for talking to me. "I better let you go or I might be late too and I have physics which I'm not doing so hot in right now." She looked at the ground. "See you later."

"See you." I fought my way through the thick ocean of bodies.

I pushed the heavy gym doors back. The gym wasn't new or huge like school number five was. I walked up to the woman in the jogging suit and the 80's hair cut who I assumed to be the gym teacher. She had red hair with just the slightest bit of grey settling in the roots. She had a big chin and thin lips. When she spoke she sounded like a man.

"Yes?"

"I can't participate in gym today. I don't have any clothes."

"We all have old uniform gym clothes. You may have one for the day miss…"

"Lee."

"Adriana."

"Formally."

"Well miss Lee, I'll have Skylar show you our clothes for barrowing." She put a little emphasis on the word as she looked me up and down. She actually thought that I would steal her used, stinky, old uniforms. Right.

She beckoned to a girl with fierce green eyes with a bark of her name.

"Skylar, show Adriana here where we keep our gym clothes."

"Sure thing." She sounded like a cheerleader, Mary is a cheerleader.

"I saw you this morning with Mary on that bike. You're so brave. Nine out of ten people in motorcycle crashes die." She looked at me soberly then was intoxicated once more with sunshine and butterflies.

"Yeah."

"I just could never do that." She pushed open a closet door and it didn't even smell like B.O. inside. She opened a drawer and extracted a pair of maroon shorts and a white t-shirt with the school's logo on it, a maroon goat face with the word Blazers written under it. She pulled out a pair of pumas which was good because I hate Nikes.

"I think these will fit you." She looked me up and down. "The shorts may be a little snug." She used that innocent voice that the bitchy ones used when they were trying to make you feel bad because they really were feeling intimidated or truly believed what they said and had to point it out.

"In that case I won't have to role them up to show off my ass." I said just as pleasantly to her and turned to leave with my clothes.

Cheerleaders—those who do it for the sport I totally understand but all the rest—mind as well all be blonds.

And the shorts fit fine.

New chapter maybe.

We had to stay still while Mrs. Akins—the coach with the man voice—took down the names of all the absent kids. I stood with four boys standing around me telling me how they are foot ball players—like I would be impressed with that.

"It's a choice gym class for the next few weeks." A shaggy brunette with puppy dog eyes told me.

"You can pick either Frisbee or Football or track." A boy with red hair and freckles smiled at me when he spoke.

"Well, I can't throw a Frisbee for my life. I'm not very strong." I said without really thinking about what I was saying. I just wanted to actually blend in for once, just a little bit. If I had to pretend to do so then I would.

"You can be on our football team babe." The strong boy with a buzz cut of hair looked like he liked the idea of tackle football. I pursed my lips at his eager face. Too bad I don't go out with guys, like ever.

"Thanks." I didn't sound grateful in the slightest because just then I saw a blond head talking to a few boys. Gym class? Good, I will enjoy kicking her but at everything.

"Do you know her?" I asked the boys with my eyes still on the back of Annakeyla's head.

"The new girl yeah, I had study hall with her." The blond boy said with a smile. "How come, you guys like friends?"

"Never met her." I said dismissively. "I was just wondering because since we're both new I'd like to have some one who can relate to what I'm going through right now."

"I understand what you're going through." The freckled boy said, I think he mentioned his name being Patrick but I didn't really care.

"Me too." The blond one, Eric, piped up.

"I don't but my shoulder is available as is my Friday night." The brunette whose name I could remember easily because I once killed a man named Wade and that's what his name was too. Wade, the one I killed, was a Poseidon demigod. Get it, Wade like wade through water.

"Hey, man I called dibs!" Eric pushed Wade back and they got into one of their boy fights. I shot them a dirty look. Dibs? Really? If they want to live they will never decide who gets me.

Patrick watched the boys dispassionately. He watched me from the corner of his eye before making up his mind. I gave him props it was scary to approach me, even demigods and monsters always hesitated in my presence even if they didn't know who I was at the time.

"She moves around a lot. The only people she's been hanging out with a lot are her brother and Misty. Not that I blame her I mean Misty—" He looked at his shoes. "She doesn't really seem like your type."

"My type being?" I raised a deadly gorgeous eyebrow.

"Nothing against the two of you it's just like…you both…I'm not trying to sound cheesy or anything but you both look like you are from another world like you're seeing stuff other then what everyone else is. You're like complete opposites within the same margin."

This was one observant mortal.

"So you think that we are similar but have totally different personalities."

"Just something about the two of you just seems really…different, alike, I can't describe it okay!"

I smiled—showed my teeth rather.

"Don't grow up to be a public speaker."

He beamed at me. "Wasn't planning on it."

"Okay. Frisbee, go to that wall—" Man voice Akins pointed to the far wall to my left. "Track can start out with Miss B. right now and Football line up by the doors." There were a bunch of hoots from the boys as they pummeled over each other to get to the doors.

"You're coming right?" Eric made sure once more. I nodded. I wasn't lying about throwing a Frisbee and all the girls were going out to track basically just going out to walk and gossip. No thank you.

To my disappointment I wasn't the only girl going out for flag football. Annakeyla decided that she wanted to wrestle with some sweaty boys too. I stifled a groan when I saw her snap her blue flag belt around her waist. The boys around me watched her closely as she did it. They were probably looking to help her. I rolled my eyes and fastened mine on before I could get any offers.

"Get in groups and I don't want to hear any mean statements." She shot a look at Wade at the last part.

Annakeyla was attacked by boys just as I was. They were claiming us and fighting each other just to do it. "Get away!" I growled and the boys froze looking at me. "I already have a team." I caught the eyes of the boys that had gotten to me before class. "Find some thing else to ravish."

Annakeyla had a more difficult time then I getting all of her pursuers away from her. I snickered as I walked by holding the football under my arm. My little puppies were trailing after me thanking god that they were lucky enough to have me on their team. I looked back at her once more and smirked she stared at me, exasperated.

"Who do we play first coach?" Eric asked, his eyes kept flickering to my legs then up to my face.

"You've got blue." Man voice Akins said.

Great. I beamed as I watched Annakeyla and her decided team wearing blue belts walk up to the coach.

"Were going to kick butt!" I yelled loud enough so that Annakeyla could hear me from the other end of the field. The boys all roared and grunted in agreement, taking the advantage to give me high fives. I knew what their intentions were but they were clear aware of my boundaries and I was sure that they wouldn't want to cross them.

"Audrey, chuck the ball!" Patrick sprinted towards the end zones that were marked down with white spray paint and bright orange cones. I threw a perfect spiral with ease since he hadn't run that far.

"Jeez, you should be on varsity." Wade muttered watching as Patrick stumbled backwards when the ball hit his chest.

"I'm not really the sports type." I showed my teeth.

The whistle blew and every one turned to face Man Voice Akins. "I don't want to see any tripping, tackles or any foul language. This is a clean game. Oh, and try not to hurt each other too much." She lowered her arm and Wade kicked the football into the air.

The game was on.

The four of us sprinted at the other team ready to grab at anything resembling a blue flag. Annakeyla managed to catch the ball swiftly and ran with two of her team mates flocking her on either side. Eric and one of Annakeyla's teammates head butted each other and fell to the ground. I went at Annakeyla with swift steps that caught me up to her side easily. I whisked the belt off before she could even make it half way across the field.

Take that.

I spit at her feet and got ready to run in the opposite direction for a second time. She looked at the ground in disgust then met my eyes with such annoyance, not just at me but at everything around her it seemed.

"Gimme the ball." She held out her hand for the ball that had fallen on the ground. One of her teammates placed it in her hand with a confused face. She hiked it quick and sprinted by me all the way to the end zone. I kept up with her easily.

"Wittle demigoddess doesn't like getting beat?" I asked in a calm malicious voice. Always the antagonist, that's what family number seven had said about me.

"What's your problem?!" She demanded in an angry voice. "I haven't said a word to you!"

"You're damn father is my problem."

"Ohmygodsandgoddesses, let it go, I'm not him!"

"Let go that he killed my entire family!?" My temper was rising quickly the more I talked to this ignorant little princess.

"You don't understand anything. It's not what you think." She tried to say as nicely as possible but I could hear the strain behind her words. I never take some one calling me stupid sitting down. I forgot where we were, it didn't really matter. The humans wouldn't see anything they didn't want to. I jumped at her with my claws ready. I reached back to grab my dagger from my boot when I realized that I wasn't wearing my dagger. I'm so stupid today!

I was vicious but she wasn't letting herself die easily. She looked like she really didn't want to be fighting me right now but she couldn't just stop. I wouldn't allow that or she would be dead for sure.

"Please. Adriana. We don't have to fight." She kneed me in the belly making me fly back. I growled and lunged at her again getting a good jab at her diaphragm with my elbow. She kicked me back again and caught her breath. I didn't need to catch my own. I was a huntress, a warrior, I fight to the death. I punched her with all of my might with my left hand and her nose started to bleed.

Her creamy white skin looked sad with the crimson leaking down to her lips. Her hair was messed up and her eyes were hopeless. "Please." She whispered.

"Why should I give you mercy when your dad didn't?" I kicked her to the ground. She looked up at me with a calm face. She didn't have any tears in her eyes but just because a girl doesn't have tears in her eyes doesn't mean that her heart doesn't cry. She may come off strong but there's no saying that she isn't feeling all wrong. I was relating to this bitch!

"What's going on?!" Man voice Akins demanded.

"You saw that?" Was all I could manage.

"Detention. Both of you."

"Awesome." We sighed in unison.