Nico's POV
I've been to Tartarus, I've fought Titans, my dad is the freakin' god of death, and yet they still make me go to school. Life isn't fair.
So, as I was sulking in the corner, a bunch of giggly girls came over to me. Why in the world they thought I wanted to talk to them, I have no idea. What part of 'I'm sulking in the dark corner alone' don't they understand?
"I've never heard you laugh! Why don't you ever smile?" Erin, the ringleader, asked me. Why the hades would you ask someone this? Are they high? I just stared at them.
I was hoping they would leave, but no. That would be too easy, right? Instead, they started tickling me. TICKLING ME! What is wrong with these people?!
"C'mon, why don't you laugh?" Erin asked me. Maybe because I'm too freaked out! I started inching my way down the wall, trying to evade them.
Let me get something straight. I do laugh, like when Percy snorted milkshake up his nose, or when Thalia almost fried Piper. But I don't laugh when creepy Aphrodite-like girls start tickling me. In the middle of the hallway!
When I didn't start erupting in a fit of giggles, the girls frowned and walked way.
"You're weird," Erin said. Yup. That I am.
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After school, I headed to Percy's and told him my story.
Was he sympathetic for this poor son of Hades who got ambushed by giggling girls?
NO! He just laughed.
"Who knew sons of death could be so gloomy?" He asked, while laughing.
I face palmed. "I'm gonna go talk to Thalia."