Ok so here's chapter 8 hope you like it:)

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A's POV

God that was embracing! I was fallowing Carter to see if he would wait for me after school, and nearly got beat up by his best friend. Great way to end the school day. I'm taking a short cut home so I can beat him by enough time to clean up a bit.

Caw! Caw! I jump. That was a seagull! Wait, no it's just the doorbell. I look around the apartment once more to make sure there's no dirty laundry on the floor or something. Pleased with my work I answer the door. I'm expecting Carter so seeing spiky black hair and electric blue eyes startles me.

"Thalia! What are you doing here?" I ask a bit worried, she'll give me a hard time about Carter coming over.

"Sup," she says coming in without waiting for permission, "My dad had to go out of town last minute so I'm staying with you for the rest of the week,"

"Great, I'm having someone over, like right now so couldn't you go out with Luke or something?" I ask my extremely annoying cousin.

"He's busy. Who are you having over?"

"No one you would want to hang out with. Can't you go to a coffee shop or something?"

"I don't have any money. Is it a date?" she says putting her backpack on the couch.

"It's not a date", we're studying,"

"Thalia, I will give you money for the coffee shop and ten bucks to stay there until eight,"

"Fine. Whoever it is I hope they're hot," she says and holds out her hand for the money, I give her a twenty.

"You get the ten if I don't see you until after eight, got it?" she nods and leaves. She's probably going to tell someone else and get them to spy on me, oh well.

She hasn't been gone for five minutes when the doorbell rings again. This time it actually is Carter, and he's soaking wet.

"Carter, why are you dripping on my welcome mat?" I ask trying to ignore the fact that his shirt is sticking to his well-muscled chest.

"It started raining ten minutes ago. I walked here through it," he says while he's shivering uncontrollably.

"If you come in I'll give you a dry shirt and a towel," he nods and I go to look for a sweater.

When I come back he's taken off his soaked shirt and is stuffing it in his backpack.

"Give me that and I'll throw it in the drier," I say. (And that is the story of how I had a hot guy shirtless in my apartment.) I hand him the shirt and towel and go to put his in the drier.

After five minutes of trying to figure out the infernal machine I returned to the living room. Carter still hasn't put that shirt on, he's drying his hair and the sweater is on the couch.

"You going to put that on or should I turn on the ac?" he jumps and then smirks.

"You like the way I look without my shirt on?"

"No. now put it on or I will be forced to push you out of the window because of the hideousness of you shirtless,"

"So you've got the parts?" I point to the papers on the counter. He picks them up and hand me mine.

"Do you know the tune?" I ask.

"Sort of. Do you?" I nod, "Good let's get started. Do you have a key board or something?" I point to the corner where Paul's keyboard sits. He sits down and plays scales badly so I go and play them for him.

"So why am I playing scales?" I ask.

"I was just seeing if I remembered how so I could play the parts,"

"Well your piano playing is crap. Give me your part," I start playing the part. On the second time through I say, "Now you sing,"

"Val Jean at last, we see each other plain, monsieur la major, you'll where a different chain!" his voice is a smooth tenor. I stop playing and clap.

"Nice singing Birdbrain,"

"Birdbrain? What kind of name is that?"

"One that suits you. How about you sing it again?"

I play his part again and again until he has the first part down.

"OK, it's your turn now," he says and puts my part in front of me, "Play then sing,"

I start.

Carter's POV

We must have spent a quarter of an hour on my part. Every time she would give me a point she would call me birdbrain it's irritating and endearing at the same time. Now it's her turn and I can't wait to see how she likes my nickname for her.

After she plays through the part starts singing. I fall off the bench after the first line and she stops. Her voice is high and clear, it's beautiful. And most definitely not to be singing that part.

"What?" she asks like the answer might hurt her.

"Your voice is beautiful," I say like an idiot, "But it's most definitely a girl's do you think you could sing a bit lower?" She does but I can tell it's too low for her, "Never mind, we'll figure it out later just sing the part,"

"Before you say another word Javert, before you chain me up like a slave again, listen to me there is something I must do. This woman leaves behind a suffering child there is none but me who can intercede, in mercy's name three days are all I need, then I'll return I pledge my word, then I'll return,"

Her voice is so beautiful I wish it was singing something meant for it. She plays the part over and over until she has it down pat.

"Hey," she says interrupting my thoughts, "you want to work on some other homework?"

"Sure, let's start with math," I say and we spend the next almost three hours on homework and after I explain the material again she gets everything down pretty quick.

"We still have that Shakespeare reading for English," I say.

She looks down, "I haven't read any of it,"

"Why too hard to understand?"

"That, and it's hard enough to read regular English, old English is practically impossible,"

"Um… I could, um… read it to you," I suggest, rubbing the back of my neck, "You know if you want,"

"Sure," so I pick up the book and start reading. It's A Midsummer Night's Dream. I'm not really paying attention to what I'm reading though, A is leaning back against the couch.

By the time it's eight I've gotten up to the point where we need to be for this week. I close the book and a looks at the clock, a look of panic flashes across her face.

"Crap! You need to go,"

"Why," I ask, a bit taken aback by her sudden change in behavior.

"Thalia will be here and second now and she really doesn't like you," she's right. I try to stand up but I trip and lose my balance. I fall right on top of her. The door starts to open. I try to stand at the same time she dose and we end up on the floor staring into each other's eyes.

The door opens all the way and Thalia Grace walks in, "A I'm- what the hell!"

"In our defense it's not what it looks like," I groan from my place under A.

"Who's the guy A?" she asks.

"Um… Carter. And it's not what it looks like, he tripped," even though I know it's the truth it sounds like a lame excuse.

"Carter! Why is he here?!" she shouts.

"We were studying," she gets up and hand me my backpack, "See you later Birdbrain, don't die I still need you for the project,"

"Whatever Seaweed brain," she raises an eyebrow but I ignore it and leave.

I really hope Thalia doesn't gossip.

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