"Do we really have to," I asked my mom for the billionth time. "Yes, Deadly," she said curtly. I groaned in frustration. Aphrodite was taking me and Zoey back to camp Half-Blood. She insisted that we get the bridesmaids' dresses today because "we only have to weeks to plan the perfect wedding."
Zoey was excited to go back to camp. I, obviously, was not. I didn't want to go back for several reasons. One being Trevor and Becca, we still have unresolved issues. Snake and Spike were probably out of the infirmary, too. Another thing, is that Nico might have shadow traveled his ass back to camp. Although, I might be able to see Tyler and Rachel again.
"Let's go girls," my mom instructed. Zoey and I took hold of her arms and like that, we were at camp. She transported us right into the Big House. Rachel was so busy sketching something that she didn't even notice us. "Hey, Rach," I said to get her attention. The redhead jumped in her seat. "Hey, sorry, I didn't see you there," she said a little breathlessly. I shrugged my shoulders, "No problem, whatcha drawing?"
She flipped the sketchpad to show off her latest piece of work. It was a beautiful ball gown. It had a strapless, lace bodice and a big, tulle skirt. "Rach, that's gorgeous," I commented. She smiled sheepishly, "Thanks." My mother studied the picture intently. "That dress is perfect! Deadly, that's your dress." I gave her a funny look, "Mom, Rachel may be a fantastic artist but she's not much of a seamstress." Aphrodite snapped her fingers and I heard a thud behind me. I turned around to face a headless manikin wearing Rachel's dress.
"Omigosh, you're Aphrodite," Rachel squealed. My mom flashed her blinding smile, "Yes, I am." The Oracle started jumping up and down. "The dress looks amazing! That's just how I pictured it," she exclaimed. My mother looked Rachel over and then smirked. Rachel has officially been Aphrodite approved. "You have great style. You should help us pick out the bridesmaid dresses." Rachel's face went from excited to confused. "Bridesmaid dresses," she asked. "Yeah, I'm getting married Rach and I was wondering, do you wanna be a bridesmaid?" Rachel nodded her head so fast I thought she would get whiplash.
"Wait, who are you getting married to?" I was about to answer but my mother did instead. "She's engaged to Hades." Rachel did a double take, "Hades? But what about-""We should probably get going on the shopping, don't you think, mom?" My mom checked her gold watch my dad got her for their anniversary. "You're right," she stated. "Deadly, you need two more bridesmaids, first," Mommy dearest said. I put my head down and rolled my eyes, so mom wouldn't see.
When I did roll my eyes, however, I caught a glimpse of what I was wearing. "Mom, what did you do to my clothes?" I was in super skinny black jeans, bright blue pumps, and a t-shirt that said 'Bride to Be'. To top it all off was a dark purple, leather jacket. It was cute but the t-shirt was a bit much. "What? You look cute. I don't see a problem," she said in a bored tone. I bit my tongue and stomped out the Big House. Sometimes it's easier to not argue.
Every step I took made my heels sink into the ground. It must have rained the other day. On my way to the Aphrodite cabin, I ran into Tyler, literally. "Whoa, hey, sorry D-Deadly?" He looked beyond surprised to see me. "Hey, it's alright," I responded with a smile. "What are you doing here? I thought," he just froze in place, "Nico?" I turned around. Mr. Di Angelo stood there glaring with pure hatred.
Nico started running towards me and Tyler. Once he was close enough he shoved me to the side. I ended up falling flat on my face. I don't think Nico noticed because when I looked up he was on top of Tyler, punching his lights out. I rolled onto my butt and attempted to get up but my pumps just sunk deeper into the ground. I slammed my fists into the ground. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. It didn't work so I ripped my shoes off and jumped to my feet. I tried to pull Nico off Tyler but he was stuck to him like glue. His fist kept making contact with Tyler's face. Tyler was punching Nico's stomach.
I decided to do something really stupid. I crawled in between the boys. Tyler stopped throwing punched. Nico shoved his fist into my stomach. I felt like I was drowning. I couldn't breathe. I rolled onto my knees and threw up. "Deadly!" Tyler wrapped his arm around my middle and pulled me to my feet. I threw up again. "Get Trevor," I moaned. "I'm gonna take you to him," Tyler said. "O-okay," I mumbled. Tyler picked me up bridal style and ran to the infirmary.