Forget It

Annabeth's POV

After Miranda left to go to the bathroom with Bianca, I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. I was glad that the two were getting along. The scene of them walking out the tent played over in my mind. I realized that Bianca looked, not scared, but kind of unsure. Like when you re between two answers on a test and you know that it's either A or B and you just don't know which one.

My eyes shot open. Would Miranda do anything to her? I didn't know, and I didn't want to find out. Bianca was my project and I was going to keep her safe. I quietly shrugged out of my sleeping bag and slowly unzipped the tent, notch by notch. Once it was open enough for me to fit through, I poked my head out. I heard murmurs coming from Bobby and Matthew's tree house.

I grabbed my phone and got out of the tent. They obviously couldn't go to the bathroom in the tree house, could they? I pushed the thought away. I sneaked across the yard; the wet grass tickled my feet and made them cold. I pushed hair out of my face and opened a voice record app. I pushed the red dot and it began to record. The little timer went from 00:01 to 00:02. I tucked the phone into my bra, which I had kept on for the night, and slipped up the steps.

I placed my feet on the ledge on the side of the little house. Luckily, a rope was tied to the roof so I grasped on to it. I crouched under the hole in the side that was meant to be a window and held my phone up to catch their conversation. It didn't sound pretty. I also didn't want to interrupt, because if Miranda was going to say something rude, or cruel, I wanted it recorded.

After a minute or two, I figured I had all the information I needed. I felt bad for Bianca, who was taking it all in and I wanted to end the conversation. I ended the timer and walked to the doorway.

Bianca's POV

Once again, light flooded through the tent. Behind my eyelids, I saw various shades of red. I was happy to find that it was real sunlight and not a flashlight aimed at my face. My brain took a spin, remembering the events of last night.

I rubbed my eyes and slowly sat up. I stretched my arms towards the roof of the tent and yawned. I looked around the tent. Everyone was sleeping, luckily. I needed some alone time. I quietly got out of the warmth of my sleeping bag and crawled onto the silky surface. My hands were cold so I rubbed them together to try to create some source of warmth.

Thalia moaned from the other side of the tent where she was nestled in her sleeping bag. I watched her rub her eyes and sit up, groggily. "What time is it?" she grumbled. Her shocking blue eyes were hidden behind her squinty eyelids and her black hair was sticking up in every position. I grabbed Annabeth's orange phone from the floor and hit the talk button. The screen lit up with life, revealing the time; 9:12.

"It's 9:12." I responded and Thalia groaned again, flopping back into a sleeping position. Her face was buried in her pillow. "Why are you up so early?" she grumbled, her voice muffled from the pillow. I was always up early, and nine o'clock for me was late. I shrugged and switched to the lotus position since my feet were getting numb. I put Annabeth's phone back to its old position.

As soon as I settled, Katie shot up from her sleeping bag screaming, "No! Not the giraffes!" Thalia and I looked at her like she had three heads. Her cheeks and ears turned pink with embarrassment. "I guess I have a new found love for giraffes." she shrugged.

Annabeth sat up in her sleeping bag while rubbing her eyes with her fists. "Oh my god," she yawned, "I'm so tired." Miranda started to stir. I held my breath and a shiver went through my body. She slowly sat up and yawned. "Morning, ladies." she breathed and crossed her legs. Everyone except me responded, "Morning."

I heard fumbling outside the tent, and double held my breath. We all faced towards the opening and froze. The tent unzipped and a little boy jumped in screaming, "RAWR!" The girls all jumped and squealed. "Godammit, Bobby!" Annabeth scowled and pushed him out. He poked his head back in, "Aww," he moaned, "I thought you would be changing!" Annabeth fumed and pushed him out again, "Leave, pervert." she instructed.

As soon as we heard him walk back inside the house we all relaxed a bit. "Sorry about my idiot brother." Annabeth apologized, "I have something to say before you all leave. A lot was revealed last night, and I want you to know that your secrets are safe with me. I hope everyone else feels the same way." Then, we all went around in a circle saying something that indicated that our secrets are safe with each other.

"Also," Annabeth continued, "Some things were very big secrets and I think we should just forget it. Just drop the whole thing, the entire night, if that's what it takes." We all nodded in unison, messy hair swishing around.

When I finally got back to my house, I took a deep breath. Even though Miranda was going to possibly blackmail me, my life seemed pretty great, right then.

A/N: I have some big news, everyone! I am going to start a new series! It's about what it would be like if the demigods went to rehab, nice right? ;) I, of course, will keep up with this one, and both stories may be a little slow for a bit. So, sorry about the super-short chapter, and rate, review, follow, and favorite!