Well. It's been awhile:) I'm extremely sorry I haven't posted in...months? Maybe? I've lost track of time. Anyway, I've hit a MAJOR spot of Writers Block, and I'm currently trying to work that out. (That's why this chapter is so incredibly short. :( )
I'm writing on the next chapter right now, and if all goes well, I should have that posted either next week, or the week after.
Thanks for sticking with me:) I love you all.
~Chapter Four~
Percy
When I awoke, Janelle, Grover, and a bunch of other faces were peering down at me. It took awhile for my vision to come into focus, and the only thing I could really see was a bunch of colors blurring into one big mass. The colors were then replaced by shapes. Shapes that I knew I would not want to be faced with. I squinted my eyes tightly. If I could retain even the smallest hope that my awakening was not inevitable, perhaps it would be true.
"Hey guys, I think he's waking up," A fuzzy voice said.
". . . Or not."
There was a scuffling sound somewhere above me and then a frigid liquid splashed onto my face. My nerves screamed in protest. I jolted upright so fast my head starting spinning once more. I winced and brought my hands up to my head.
"Back up people! He'll be fine if you all give him some breathing room!" Jane yelled at them, and then turned her attention back to me. She looked pissed, as if I had meant to completely embarrass myself in front of everyone. She sighed, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I spat at her, and stood quickly; much too quickly, because my sight was starting to go black again. Gods, she hits like a man. I wobbled, trying to make sure both of my feet were underneath me, and waited for my head to stop spinning. I tried to pay no attention to it, but people were starting to whisper. Okay, maybe they weren't whispering. They were more like, blabbing their mouths.
"Woaahh dude, did you see-?"
"I can't believe that just happened."
"Who is that chick? Does anybody know who she is?"
"She's hot."
"Oh my gods, I have to tell-"
I tried to cut off the voices, but failed miserably. I didn't want to admit it, but all of the talking really bothered me for some reason.
"Wow. I didn't expect that to happen."
I glanced up to see Grover, his expression unreadable.
"I was going easy on her. She's a girl." I said quickly, standing up straight.
Janelle twisted her eyebrows and glared at me. "Sure you were, hot-shot. Did the mental hospital test too many drugs on you today?" She put on a mocking pout.
I opened my mouth to say something-even though I didn't know at the time what I was going to say—but Grover clapped his hand on my shoulder. "Okay, guys. I'd love to sit here and watch you two fight it out, but we still have an audience. And while that does make it more interesting, I'm concerned for both of your reputations."
Glancing around, I noticed he was right. A few lingered by, hoping to catch some more action, but then they turned away quickly, and hurried off after Jane glared at them.
"Well. This has been so much fun. But since you obviously can't teach me anything I don't already know, I think I'll just be on my way." Janelle started to walk away, twirling the blade in her hand before slidding it in her sheath.
But Grover stopped her. "Hey! Wait! I have you set up for a Greek lesson with Annabeth, remember?"
Her expression said she had remembered, she had just chosen not to acknowledge it. She turned slightly and her nose flared. But just like that, her face transformed into one of silly forgetfulness. "Oh yeah. I completely forgot." She smiled slightly, but to me, it came off as a little devious. "I really don't think-"
But Grover wasn't listening. He was already leading her away, his hand on her elbow, completely oblivious to her reluctance. "I already told Annabeth we were coming afterward. If you're as good at Greek as you are with the whole fighting ordeal, then it definitely won't take long!"
Jane turned back to me, and the look on her face automatically told me she wanted some kind of help. I grinned, and she returned it with a snarl.