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8

Haters Gonna Hate.

It was official. Girls hated me. I was like some repelling creep. I mean, at first I had tried to be nice and sweet and perfect, which was totally not me. I tried to control the sudden outbursts. I tried not breaking into a song when I felt like it. They just seriously hated me. God, the only girl I knew that didn't hate me was Julia, and she was my sister so it completely didn't count. I didn't have any friends. No one was like me. I would bring up a topic, and they wouldn't know what the hell, or in their term—in "Hades' name"—I was talking about. I sat in my cabin alone sometimes, just listening to music. Sometimes, I pulled some pranks with Justin on Nate. But still, I couldn't stand the feeling when someone just…I don't know. I was used to being hated. I just didn't like being hated for no reason. I had enough haters in my life back home. I didn't need any more from camp.

Was it just me, or was I suddenly less loved?

My first few days were spent alone. Sometimes, I'd run into Dean. He would just flash me his stupid smile and walk away. It occurred to me that he actually still didn't know my name. I trained with Julia sometimes, but we didn't really have some sort of connection. I mean I knew that we were half-sisters and all, but we had nothing in common. She had short curly hair, and was severely tanned. She had blue eyes and weighed at least seventy pounds more than I did. She ate everything that anyone didn't, and she fought like a warrior. She had determination in her eyes, and I could tell that she wasn't the type that you'd want to mess with. I was pretty sure she could tell that we really couldn't relate at all, so we barely spoke. The only words we said to each other were, "Good morning" when we woke up and, "Good night" when it was time to hit the bunks.

Since I was a new camper, I wasn't really required to jump into the regular activities yet. I was still learning the ropes and how people did things at camp. This was a pretty good thing. I hated being shoved into things that I didn't want to do. But what I also hated was really not having any friends. When I was alone, I just sensed my social life plummeting down. I felt weird and exposed. I walked alone. I sat alone. I even tried to read…alone. My evening went by slowly. I would eat, explore, eat, and sleep. I went on for two days exactly. I know it doesn't sound very long. But after that night that I arrived, I really didn't know what I was supposed to do next. I tried to go with the flow, but the flow just suddenly got complicated. It was tiring, and hard, and could not be handled. Those two days were hell to me. I couldn't sleep so I had to live through the whole 24-hours of the day. I thought I was going crazy. This camp had that effect on me. You never come back normal. Camp Half Blood was slowly turning me into an insomniac.

Of course, that was before I met Jack Bassam.

He had black hair with fading blonde highlights on his bangs. His eyes were a dark violet. They weren't cold or warm. They were just blank as if nothing was going on in his head. He was an open book. Just looking at him made you feel like you knew everything about him. He played guitar. He was in a band. He had hairy legs (I don't even know how I got that from his eyes) and he loved music. He was just like me (minus the hairy legs part). He flipped everyone off when he felt like it. No seriously. He wasn't the type to shoot out some witty comeback, or pick a fight. He would just give you the finger and walk away.

This was too amazing. It scared me. We only had the slightest differences. Like, he was open to R & B music, while I wasn't. I liked Indie. He didn't. He wanted a tattoo in his arm. I wanted one on the back of my neck. He had blond highlights. I wanted blue ones (But trust me, I don't have highlights). He was from the Dionysus cabin. I was from Apollo. He had a twin brother. I had no one. His eyes were purple, and mine were a stupid hazel. Lame. How did I get these eyes? Everyone in my cabin had either green, or blue. Jack spoke less, and was less of a spazz. And then there was the fact that he was a boy, and I was a girl. Other than that, I really couldn't think of a huge difference between us.

I met Jack in probably the most unlikely way. Well, it wasn't really unlikely or something. I just thought he was someone else. I just felt the need to strangle someone. Anyone. I didn't care. I just needed some person that I didn't know and wouldn't take it against me in the future. Well, that person happened to be Jack. I don't know. He was wearing a black hoodie over his regular Camp Half Blood shirt. It was the first thing I saw besides orange so I grabbed him at the collar and screamed in his face.

"EVERYONE HATES ME!"

I had him pinned down on the grass. There was that boiling sensation in my blood that, for some reason, hadn't left even though I had executed my plan perfectly. The thing is that I was going to scream in someone's face and walk away. The weird thing was, Jack seemed unfazed, and buckled his legs just as I pushed him.

He blinked his violet eyes, his face just centimeters from mine. He just furrowed his brows and frowned.

"Oh."

I swallowed, realizing what I just did. Oh my God. I felt so stupid. Maybe I was starting to repel boys too. This really was not working out for me.

"Sorry." I muttered, letting go of his jacket and rolling off him. I lay flat on the grass beside him.

He cleared his throat and stuck his hand out. I shook it, both of us not really saying anything for a few seconds.

"You've got a pretty good grip." He finally spoke.

I smirked, turning to him with a smile.

"Thanks. I think."

We had that unsettling silence. Well, at least I had. Jack had taken a sudden interest in his hands.

"So," I said. "I'm just gonna go and…"

"WHOA!" he suddenly cried out. I raised an eyebrow. "Look what I can do!"

He had made an OK sign with both his hands and twisted his wrist backwards. He brought them to his chin. His thumbs and index fingers went over his eyes and covered his cheeks so it looked like some kind of butterfly was on his face.

"I'm Spiderman." He said.

I didn't know why, but I broke into a huge laugh. I wouldn't normally do that. He was probably the most entertaining thing here. He smiled, obviously proud that he got someone laughing.

"Who are you?" he asked.

I drew in a breath after gaining back my composure.

"Blackinton." I said. "Nikki."

"Bassam." He nodded. "Jack."

I was lying on my back on the grass with Jack Bassam, with all the trees towering over us. The leaves were letting some of the sunlight escape between them and the branches brushed against each other, swaying smoothly from the gushes of wind coming from the east.

And from that moment on, I had the time of my life in Camp Half Blood.

PS: I ripped Jack Bassam from Jack Barakat of All Time Low so don't report me or something. ;D