So this is how I spend time with my girlfriend, Percy thought as he looked across the display of Egyptian pottery. Due to Annabeth's project which she didn't tell him much about, they hardly spend time together anymore.

It's not that Percy is complaining that he finally got a day to themselves (plus a few other nerdy kids and a teacher), it's just he wanted much more than this. He was expecting something less educational and more private. He couldn't even talk to her without Mrs. Davis standing behind them waiting for him to say something like 'I never knew this before.' or 'Oh my God! Can you believe how interesting this is?'

What made it worse was the fact that Andrew, this kid kept on asking him questions about his relationship with Annabeth.

"Hey Percy! How on earth did you manage to get a girlfriend? Like every time I go close to a girl, they just disappear the next moment."

Percy groaned, here he comes again. He doesn't exactly blame the girls for leaving when Andrew arrive as he is the type of person that talks over-excessively and it does get into people's nerve. Having greasy hair and a dirty appearance didn't help either.

"And once you get one, how do you maintain a long relationship? Somebody told me that girls are like glass. They have to be handled with care and…"

Percy looked over rather helplessly at Annabeth and gave her a 'save me now' look. He wasn't sure if she was too absorbed with whatever that's behind him or was really paying attention to his pleas. Either way, she looked pretty frantic and walked quickly over obeying the museums' no running rules.

"Percy!" Annabeth whispered loudly as a security guard nearby gave her a glare and pointed to a 'be quiet' sign. She mouthed sorry to the security guard and said in a softer manner "You've got to look at this."

"What?" Andrew piped up beside her. "And you should have seen how Lili looked at me the other day. I mean, nobody ever looked at me like that. I think she has a little crush on me, but again, does she? Actually, I think she had a crush on Bruce."

Ignoring him, Annabeth pushed her phone towards Percy's face. Percy looked at the screen and found a Facebook page staring back at him.

Katie Gardner - Travis Stroll

I'm. Going. To. Get. You.

Watch out Stroll

Frank Zhang updated his cover photo

Comments:

Leo Valdez: You do have a weird obsession with elephants

Hazel Levesque: That's not bad. I like elephants.

"What?" Percy raised his eyebrows. "This is pretty normal and seriously? Why did Frank get another elephant as his cover picture?"

Annabeth took her phone and scrolled down. "Here. Below the picture."

Jason Grace was tagged in Thalia Grace's pictures

Another update on Jason sleeping! He does have a funny position when he sleeps.

Comments:

Jason Grace: Thals!

Thalia Grace: Sorry, this is just hilarious.

Leo Valdez: Did he snore?

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"Did you see it yet?" Annabeth hissed impatiently.

"What? Oh yeah, Jason's head is like turning upwards-"

"Not that! I said below the picture!"

"Wait!" Percy grabbed the phone. "I want to see the rest of the comments."

"Just look down."

Feeling compelled to, he looked down and saw

Juniper

Guys, watch the news now. Did anybody see what happened to Drew? Oh my God, I'm so glad I didn't sign up for boat rides.

"What happened?" Percy asked half-heartedly still concentrating on the picture of Jason sleeping.

"I checked the news and apparently Drew was found dead on the boat." Annabeth's stormy gray eyes flashed.

"Dead?" He frowned. "How about the other people on the boat?"

"In shock. They're still not talking."

Percy was taken back. He didn't particularly liked Drew or her friends, but they were schoolmates. They knew each other and since the Shooting, he didn't expect any deaths to come across his schoolmates again. He thought the whole killing students thing was done. This could just have been an accident, it probably is just an accident but somebody is dead.

"Um..hello?" Andrew asked quietly as the atmosphere was silenced with shock. "Are you still listening to me?"

"Hi." Reyna nodded towards Piper. "So you're out of the hospital."

"Yeah." Piper shuffled her feet nervously. Conversations with Reyna had been short and awkward ever since Jason woke up from coma. They both knew that they would try to win Jason's heart but as the same time, they knew that they were friends. They can't go over-the-top over a guy, especially when they were becoming quite close. Nobody wanted to ruin their blooming friendship but at the moment, it's not going as well as it was.

"They found the person who knocked you out yet?"

"No. Not yet." Piper shrugged. "Hey, do you know anybody who has 957-0088 as their phone number?"

"Why'd you ask?" Reyna asked quizzically.

"Oh nothing. But do you?"

"Actually yes," Reyna paused. "Not exactly but it does sound familiar. If I figure out who it is, I'll tell you" she offered.

"Thanks, Rey." Piper smiled.

"So is Jason like your boyfriend now?" Reyna asked painfully. She didn't really want to hear the answer, but she is dying to know. It's the feeling where you don't know

whether you want to know something or not. Half of her did while half of her rather stay ignorant of the situation.

"What! No!" Piper exclaimed somewhat defensively. "No! I mean, we're not together or anything."

"Really?" Reyna asked suspiciously. "You do act like one."

"No." Piper reassured her, hinting sadness. "Nothing but friends at the moment."

Leo punched Jason's arm as a greeting. "Hey, are you going to the funeral?"

"Ow!" Jason rubbed his arm lightly. "What funeral?"

"The Shooting." Leo said. "The one you got into coma for."

"Oh right, that." Jason's eyes flickered uncertainly. "I don't know if I'm going. It might be a bit too sensitive and over-whelming for me. I am one of the victims."

"Piper will be there." Leo grinned cheekily. "Reyna too."

"And?"

"Just thought you might want to go there. You know…seriously, can you just tell me which one them do you like?" Leo's dark eyes bounced around the school corridors. "Nobody's around. I'll keep it a secret, I'm great at it. Just ask Annabeth..actually don't. I don't think I'll be exactly keeping the secret if you knew that I'm keeping one for her."

Jason rolled his eyes. Although his memory haven't come back so he didn't remember having Leo as a friend before, he is getting use to Leo. He understood how he became best friends with this Latino Santa's Elf. Leo is likable and fun. "You're going?"

"Practically the whole school would be there, so I guess so. It's almost like a party. Last year, some guys got champagne and blasted loud music."

"What?" Jason's eyes shot open quite appalled. "A party? Loud music? What do they want to do, wake up the dead? Well, it would be great bringing them back alive but I don't think it works. That is totally disrespectful. Do they know how close I came to dying in that shooting and being under one of those graves? What if I'm a ghost and mourning for my own death? I would be, I can't even express how annoyed at the people above me."

Leo patted Jason's back. "Calm down bro, I'm sure it'll be fun. I mean last year was awesome." As he realized his poorly chosen words, Leo quickly added. "As in we all bought fresh flowers and put them respectfully on the graves after sending a round of prayers."

"Fine. I'll go."

"Good." Leo beamed. "Well, it's this Saturday."

"I know." Jason nodded. "Wait, isn't Drew Tanaka's funeral on the same day?"

"I think so." Leo answered. "Somebody said something about burying her along the line of graves. After all, she did die in a school-related activity."

"This dress isn't proper enough." Mrs. Jennings scolded her daughter. "It's almost like you're going to a party."

"How is it- never mind. Fine, I'll change." Reyna muttered. She knew it was useless arguing against her mother. After changing for the hundredth time, she came out of her bathroom again. "Is this okay?"

"Best one I've seen yet." Her mother looked as if she approved the dress but Reyna learnt never to trust her mother's expressions as they're often misleading. "But is this the best you can come up with?"

"Mother, I'm running out of black clothing." Reyna reminded her. "I don't have five truck-loads of formal black clothing for you to criticize about."

Mrs. Jennings held her hands high as if she's surrendered a fight. "Hey, I'm just giving you advice for the perfect funeral clothing. I don't want people to think that we're a family of improper-ness and of that clothing." She pointed distastefully at the pile of unwanted black clothing. "You do realize who would be there. There's people like Piper McLean - the daughter of Tristan McLean and Hollywood socialite Aphrodite, Hazel Levesque - the heir to her family's jewel, Jason Grace - the son of Judge Zeus Grace and more. These are all celebrities or people with high social status. We can't look like tramps in front of them. Have I mentioned Aphrodite is also a super-model and fashion designer? She is my own classmate, for Heaven's sake. It would be so embarrassing showing up with you like that in the funeral in front of her. And did you hear that she is going to the cemetery today? It's almost like my only chance to meet her other than school conferences in school when they invite parents."

Reyna sighed. She had heard endless times about her mom and Aphrodite. Apparently, Aphrodite was like the It-Girl of their year and her mom, just like everybody else, tries to fit in and wants Aphrodite to like her. The whole school thing ended ages ago but her mom still wants to give Aphrodite a good impression especially when her popularity has grown global.

"Is this what you want?" Reyna picked up two pieces of clothing whom she didn't particularly like but knew that Mrs. Jennings would love.

"Reyna! That fits you so well! It's perfect!" Her mom cried, temporally forgetting about impressing Aphrodite McLean.

"I'll wear it." Reyna groaned but forced a smile upon her face implying to her mom that she loved the outfit as well.

"Wise Girl!" Percy called as he pulled up car next to the front door of Annabeth's house. Annabeth grinned as she saw her boyfriend and got into the car next to him. "You look beautiful." he smiled as she blushed.

"Thanks." Annabeth murmured.

"I thought you aren't going to the graveyard." Percy said. "You always go before the actual thing."

"Well, Drew's funeral is today. I thought I might as well go to pay respect to Silena, Beckendorf and all of them since they're around the same venue."

"You didn't like Drew?"

"You're such a Seaweed Brain." Annabeth frowned. "Just because I don't like a person doesn't mean I don't visit her funeral. Drew's dead!"

Percy still didn't get why Annabeth would want to visit the funeral of somebody she didn't like but decided not to question her further. Knowing her, she could incorporate complicated scientific formulas or math into this even if it's irrelevant. Percy knew it didn't worth the risk listening to his girlfriend explaining the whole way to the cemetery.

"Are your parents coming?" Percy asked instead.

"No." Annabeth shook her head. "Why would they?"

"Piper's parents are going this year since her dad came back from greece to see if she's alright after being knocked out. I think there would be a lot more people than usual. They probably all want to meet Aphrodite and Tristan."

"Don't they come every year? Why would this year be extra crowded?"

Percy thought for a while. "No? They didn't come last year since Aphrodite was in this fashion runway and Tristan was on a talk show. Remember?"

"Right." Annabeth blinked as she remember Piper telling them that her parents would be gone for that week.

"We're almost there." Percy glanced at a roadside announcing that they'll be there in 3 minutes.

Annabeth sighed. "I can already hear the music and the cheering. When would people realize that it's a sad occasion? Even if Piper's parents are going this time or not, I bet everybody would still be like wild monkeys there."

"Piper Darling, would there be a red carpet for me and your dad to walk on when we arrive?" Aphrodite inquired.

Piper frowned. This is so typical of her mom. Aphrodite believes that she is such an international superstar that there would be millions of fans waiting for her everywhere she goes. She is always expecting cameras, red carpets, basically star treatment. "No mom. This is a funeral, not the Emmys award or any of your huge celebrity get-togethers. It certainly isn't a party."

"Then why do I hear loud music?" Aphrodite insisted.

Piper gave her mom a grim smile. It's probably true that people are lurking around the graveyard waiting for her parents to appear but she wasn't sure if it'll meet her mom's expectation. Piper knew it wasn't a good idea letting her parents come to the funeral but showing respect is something good. The publicists of her parents believed it was a good idea to visit the graves of the people who died in the Shooting and Drew Tanaka's funeral as it shows the public how caring they are to innocent people. "Mom, just never mind."

"What, hun?" Aphrodite gave her daughter a look. "I really hate it when people say never mind. I want to know everything! Pipes, you know I'm a cool mom. You can tell me everything."

Piper rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. It's a funeral, mom. Why would we be celebrating that a person died? And I highly doubt that they'll set out a roll of red carpet just because a few celebrities are going there to supposedly pay respect although I'm not sure if you're really going there to do so or not."

"Of course I am!" Aphrodite shook her head defensively. "Anyway, is that boy you have a crush on going?"

"Who?"

"What's his name? Ah, yes. Jason, isn't it?" Aphrodite winked at her.

"What! No! I don't like him!" Piper screeched loudly.

"Pshh…bullshit." Her mom waved her hands carelessly. "Of course you love him. I can totally see the way your eyes look at him. You guys are so cute together."

"Aph, I don't think she wants you to intrude into her love life." Tristan McLean called from the driver's seat as his wife pouted. "On the bright side, we're there!"

Piper recognized the cemetery she had been visiting yearly around the same time. Like last year, the seven white tombstones were the main attraction of the whole graveyard. Flowers were placed next to it, food were next to it supposedly for the dead and there was a crowd around the stones muttering prayers. Some of the 'cool' high school drop-outs were blaring music out of speakers towards the side earning disapproval glances from some elderly women who have been crowding around Mrs. White's stone. Other kids who look around the age of 4 obviously didn't understood the situation as they kept stealing food off the ground when people aren't noticing them. It was still rather early in the morning, so it is relatively quiet. Later in the Afternoon, Piper could bet anything that it'll be such a racket, police would be involved.

"You're right, Pipes. I don't see any carpets." Her mom whispered in her ears.

Piper turned around and raised her eyebrows. "Glad you realized."

"Oh my God! Is that Tristan McLean and Aphrodite?" A teenaged girl next to Silena's tombstone squealed while dropping all her flowers on the grave. As swift as a cheetah, she ran over to the sleek sports car before they even got out of the car.

"I love Tristan although he's married and 20 years older than me!" Another girl screamed rushing over.

"Marry me, Aphrodite!" A 17 year old guy yelled in the midst of the chaos of meeting the celebrities.

"Can you sign my arm?"

"Sign my ass. You know you want to see it!"

"I spend all night voting nonstop for you for the Teens Choice Award!"

"Give me your phone number!"

Piper groaned as a cloud of people covered her sight of the cemetery. All she could see was people, people and more people. Everybody wanted a hug from Aphrodite Grace. Everybody wanted a signature from Tristan McLean. Everybody wants to touch the car of the McLean's. Everybody wanted to steal a possession of the McLean family. Everybody wants to trample over Piper to get to her parents.

"Is it true that you are getting a divorce?"

"When is your new movie going to be out?"

"Can I be your housemaid?"

The questions, Piper swore gets more ridiculous every minute. She is used to the crazy fans who would love kidnap either of her parents. She knew shouting or yelling for the crowd won't calm them down but she couldn't think of any other ways to stop them from being completely wild in a graveyard.

"Guys, stop!" Piper cried in the middle of the crowd but as expected, either nobody heard her or they didn't care.

"Tristan, where is our bodyguard?" Aphrodite hissed. She often enjoyed the attention but they were always orderly. This is just like a zoo, Aphrodite felt like she is an animal kept in the cage while everybody else were excited little kids seeing the animal for the first time.

"You let him off, didn't you? You insisted that he needed a vacation." Tristan reminded his wife. "You said 'Go to the beach, you seriously need a tan.' Remember how you overheard him complaining to his friend about not getting any girl's attention and decided to give him tips for a completely new attractive look?"

"Oh, right." Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "He really needed that. I bet he never had a girlfriend."

Piper closed her eyes. That way, she could only hear the frantic screams but couldn't really see things going on. In a way, it's a lot more peaceful, almost like listening to an album. From the far distance, she heard somebody who sounded strangely like Leo shrieking about ice creams but it couldn't be. Leo said he wasn't going until 3 as he had some mechanic work to do beforehand. Inhaling and exhaling just as her old yoga teacher taught her, she found her situation to be less stressful and crazy.

"Wow. That is fucking crowded." Jason groaned as he honk his horn. The little road to the cemetery is packed full of people, Jason could not drive through without bumping into the intoxicated crowd. Nobody let the car pass as they all blocked the road.

"What is there?" Leo frowned. "not even last year were there so many people."

"I don't know. Free money?"

"Oi people!" Leo stood up from the car seat and waving his arms wildly. "Get out of the way! We're trying to pay respect to dead people and go to some funeral here!"

"Shut up! You're not even cute." A girl call out from the back to which Leo glared at. (AN: Not true! I love Leo, he's so damn funny and cute.)

"Drew's funeral doesn't even start until three o clock." A boy threw some flowers which he was holding towards the car but fell on top of some random women's head.

"Ew! Who are you? Get lost, it's not like Tristan or Aphrodite would want to see you anyways."

"Oh. So I'm guessing Piper arrived." Leo shrugged looking down at Jason. He was obviously saying 'Look! Your girlfriend is here, why don't you get off the car and make out with her.' but didn't say it in front of the crowd.

Jason met Leo's gaze and narrowed his eyes. "not my girlfriend."

"Ooh! I know how to grab their attention." Leo smirked and took out his megaphone which he for some reason always keep in Jason's car. Jason had never bothered to take it out either so it stayed there for more than three years now. He didn't even look at his best friend for approval and shouted. "Free ice cream! Right around the corner!"

Half of the crowd ignored Leo while the rest looked up quite annoyed at him. Leo gave them what he thought was a brilliant smile and pointed to the exit. "It's right over there, guys!"

"You again? And a megaphone? Man, this sucks." A girl complained. "I came here to meet celebrities, not to listen to you."

"What type of ice-creams?" Somebody asked greedily.

"I don't even like ice creams!" A little boy wailed somewhere, but Leo couldn't spot him.

"You seriously think they'll fall for that?" Jason hissed. "Give me that thing."

Leo handed the megaphone over as Jason stood up. "We know the McLean family personally. Make way!"" Jason cried loudly.

The mob of people in front of Jason's car grumbled and moved away reluctantly. They didn't want to let go of their chance on meeting somebody famous but they didn't want to displease them either. If they kept blocking Jason and Leo who knew them in person, who knows what Aphrodite and Tristan can do. Leave? Refuse to meet the crowd? The people didn't want to risk any options.

"Beauty Queen!" Leo grinned as Jason pulled up his car next to the stylish vehicle.

Aphrodite frowned. "Those were the most insane fans ever."

"That's because there isn't any bodyguards or obstacles between you and the actual audience, mom." Piper explained.

Jason gazed at her allowing his eyes to linger for a while. It's good to see Piper alright again after she's been knocked out. Last time they met, they were still in the hospital and she was cranky about the food there.

"I see the way you look at her." Leo whispered.

"And I see the wrong direction your mind is heading to." Jason shot back.

Aphrodite's eyes wandered at the three teenagers and her perfect cupid lips formed into a magazine cover worthy smile. It wasn't hard reading their body language, after all she was partly famous for being able to sniff out love everywhere. Her twinkling eyes found their way to her husband whom she gave beamed at.

"What?" Tristan asked as the teenagers went on with their conversation, something about Nico Di Angelo coming tomorrow instead as he was busy. "Why are you looking at me like that."

"Love." Aphrodite replied dreamily.

"Excuse me?" Tristan raised his eyebrows as somebody in the suspiciously silent crowd gasped and let out a shrill scream.

The crowd was originally in panic-mode of meeting Aphrodite and Tristan, they were desperate to catch a glimpse of them live. Now, this is even worse. It is panic-mode turned on a billion times. Some people were screaming, some people were running rapidly out of the area and you get the point. It was war-zone there. Neither of Jason, Leo, Piper, Aphrodite or Tristan could see what was going on but they could make out that it is something bad. Some people were just standing there, shocked.

Bursting with curiosity, Leo got out of the car and followed the mad crowd. Jason and Piper followed closely behind him as the adults stayed inside their car. Pushing his way through the frozen bodies, Leo found himself right in front of the white tombstones. Lying neatly on the tombstones were not only flowers, money and gifts. A pale, dead body lied across the gravestones, splattered with blood, staining the white graves.

"Nico's dad." Piper breathed beside him.

"Oh my God. Somebody call him." Jason looked as if he was going to puke but managed to grab his phone out.

"Is he really..dead?" Leo asked and realized how stupid the question sounded once he said it out loud.

"No, Leo. He's still alive and breathing." Piper replied sarcastically.

As the trio stared in shock at Mr. Di Angelo's corpse, the people around them started to disperse. None of them wanted to stay in this creepy place. One second, the gravestones were perfectly normal, next a corpse is on there. Nobody saw who put it there or anything. Whoever that put the dead body there must have done it when everybody was overwhelmed by the celebrities. He or she knew that everybody would be distracted and planned it out picture-perfect.

Nobody in the crowd was particularly close to Nico so it's only rightful for them to feel awkward. The trio didn't blame them for leaving so subtlety. While everybody was finding their own way, a young man ran forward from the crowd. "No! This could not happen!" He cried.

"Luke?" Leo looked up and recognized the man. Suddenly, he remembered who Luke is. The missing victim of the Shooting. Supposedly dead. The possible Shooter. He had been called many names. "Luke Castellan." He murmured.

Jason studied his best friend's face. "You know this guy, don't you?" He would have known Luke castellan if his memory had came back, but it still haven't.

"Luke." Piper murmured as if she's still trying to figure out the connection.

"Where's Annabeth?" Luke questioned Leo almost desperately.

"I don't know." Leo looked around. "There she is." He pointed towards Percy's car coming towards the almost deserted cemetery. Even Piper's parents had driven away.

As percy and Annabeth got off the car, Annabeth seemed to have seen Luke already. She came flying from the road with an angry look on her face. "Luke, what are you doing here? And oh my god." Her eyes seemed to have caught sight of the corpse.

"Annabeth, I got to go." Luke stuttered.

"Wait! Do you know anything about this?" She demanded as Percy caught up. Leo saw something on Percy's face he had never seen before. Envy? Hatred? Or just a funny expression you give somebody who is suppose to be dead?

"Luke." Percy growled.

"I'm not in the mood for this, Jackson." He said hurriedly and turned his attention back to Annabeth. "I-I do."

"Call the cops! Somebody!" An elderly man called out trembling from the back. He is just about to leave the cemetery still frightened of the dead corpse but now Luke Castellan appearing is just seemed too much for him. "Luke Castellan!" He stuttered and fell on the pavement.

After hearing the old man, everybody who is still around turned and saw the 'dead' victim glued to the grass staring back at them.

"Don't move. Hold up your arms slowly. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state." A police yelled making his way to the front.

"Got to go." Luke nodded. As unexpected as it may be, tears welled up in his baby blue eyes. "Bye, Annie." Ignoring the police's commands, he started running towards the forest beside the cemetery. The police was around 40 years old with a rather big belly, he had no chance running faster than a young man who streaked like the lightning.

"Stop! In the name of America, you must stop running." The police called panting but Luke refused to obey him. As Luke ran beyond several meters into the forest, the police decided to give up. Instead of eyeing inside the forest, his eyes fell upon the five teenagers. "You are coming with me to the police office."

Think this is my longest chapter ever. Judging by the word count, this may actually be around twice the size of a normal chapter! Don't worry, not every chapter would be this long. I only wrote this long chappie as I thought it be necessary to put these scenes together.

So this confirms Hades to be dead, ironically going back to his own kingdom if this is Greek Mythology. I'm pretty sure he'll stay dead unless you want a zombified Hades to come along.

~Kisses, Emily