Chapter 2: Meeting Mr. Hotshot
So… I would like to sleep, but I would probably be attacked again if I do. I attempt to stand, but after 3 tries I ultimately fall back down to my knees. Glancing up I see that Dylan has disappeared. Well there's one positive. But who's the Mistress he was talking about? Can't worry about that now. Okay, what if I try to fly again? Right as I'm about to try, a fireball appears out of no where. Thank the gods for my ADHD, I ducked instantly, wait did I say gods?
"What the heck?! Watch your aim!" I shout.
"Well there's a happy camper" says a voice. I look up and see a boy. He looks about my height and age, curly brown hair with chocolate brown eyes. His ears are elf like, and he looks Latino. He has on an oil stained white shirt and hands and face… you know what everything has oil on it. He smiles at me and it looks like a prankster kind of smile. I instantly don't like him. I feel bad about judging him so quickly, but there's something about him that makes me want to have my guard up.
"Well you did just send a fireball at me" I say
"Well I was trying to hit Dylan" He says
"Well I already defeated him so your assistance isn't required"
"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine"
"Well aren't you a little hotshot"
"I'm taller than you!"
"But not by much" I rise to my feet, shakily, hopefully he won't notice.
"Whatever, look, you seem very hostile to me, why don't we just discuss this over tea?" He says cheekily.
"I don't even know who you are" I say.
"Name's Leo Valdez, don't wear it out" He says while winking.
"I'm Skyla" I say back coldly.
"Last name?"
"None of your business"
"But I told you my name"
"Don't care"
"It's polite!"
"Whatever, I have an exhibit calling my name, no thanks to you for saving me." I limp away. Luckily looking strong is one of my good points.
"Actually, I'm taking you with me,"
"Great, another kidnapper"
"No! I'm here to take you to my camp!" He says.
"What camp? Is it another place for 'special' people like me?"
"Actually yes, but this place is not ordinary, you'll be surprised" He says reaching out his hand to take mine. I glare into his eyes. I definitely see some happiness in there, and I can tell he isn't lying. But there's something else... It's not any emotion I've seen. It's warm and inviting, but surrounded by a certain sadness. I decide what the heck and take his hand. Suddenly my hand is burnt. I release my hand at lightning speed. I glare at him.
"I'm going to be blunt, I seriously do not like you. But I am interested in this camp, maybe the rest of the campers won't be twerps like yourself."
"Wow back onto the insulting level are we." he says. I look over to him like 'are you seriously asking that?'
"Awe, was that to harsh for little Flamehead to handle" I smirk.
"Not at all, but I'm glad you're coming along." He says while giving me a real genuine smile… lol no it's a fake smile. I guess he doesn't like me either. That's an understatement, he hates me. *cue triumphant smirk*