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Chapter 5

Do you know what sucks? Entering a room with people staring, no glaring at you, that's what sucks. Then tripping over and making a fool of yourself, that's number 12 on the Richter sucking scale.

As I walk through the doors of the Hermes cabin I get a waft of something smelly. Something so awfully stinky it makes dung look like a bouquet of flowers. I look around the bright room and find myself in the middle of a cloudy mist. A very smelly, cloudy, white mist. Stink bombs, great.

I cough my way through the mist waving my hand ferociously in front of my face.

'Ugh! Yuck!' Someone shouts from the other side of the room.

'I'm going to kill whoever did this!' Another person says.

'Crack open a window!' Someone else shouts.

We hear a bang and suddenly the mist starts to fade, some genius has finally decided to open the window and we can finally see. I look around the room and find pale faced, disgusted looking people.

'Who did that?' A boy with spiky black hair shouts, death staring everyone in the room.

'We did that's who.' A voice from behind me says.

I turn around to find two older men, both with a mop of curly brown hair resting just above their eyebrows.

They both have the same smirk on their faces, if it weren't for the fact that one was taller, I don't think I could've told the difference.

'Hello there Lucy, I'm Travis.' The taller one says.

'And I'm Connor.' The other twin continues.

'We're your cabin leaders and also your fitness trainers here at camp half-blood.' Travis says, rocking back and forth casually on the back of his heels.

'We'll keep you fit and ready for any monsters that try to bite your head off.' Connor says giving me a half-hearted smile.

'Your bunk is over there, and please, try not to snore.' Travis points to a bunk at the back of the room.

'Goodnight and goodbye.' Connor finishes. He looks at me for a second with his brown grieving eyes, as if he's seeing something in me that I don't.

'You look too much like your dad.' He says, his face shrouded with a mourning expression. He then smiles a little and turns to talk to some other kids in the cabin.

I sigh, realising the hatred that was seeping all around this room, and all of it targeted at me.

I then turn around and walk towards my bed, everyone is staring at me.

A bunch of girls in a corner point at me and whisper, as I walk past I can hear them say;

'She's not even a demigod.'

I walk to the very back of the room to find a deserted bunk.

Everyone's turned back to either preparing for bed or talking to their friends. But they're aware of me, they know me as someone to be careful of, an enemy would be the correct term.

I lift my blankets and find a pile of brown worms and bugs on my bed. I scream, jolting backwards, stepping on my feet then falling on bum.

I can hear a roar of laughter that fills the room. I turn around to find everyone laughing and pointing.

My face flushes all different shades of red.

'You don't get the Strolls as your cabin leaders and not learn a thing or two about pranking.' A boy shouts at me, his laugh louder than anyone else's.

I then stand up, grab my clothes, and keep my head down and swiftly walk towards the door.

My face is flushing and my bum hurts. As I walk past a blonde girl she grabs my arm, her nails digging into my skin and turns me around to face her.

'No daughter of Luke Castellan is welcome here.' She hisses at me.

'Your father is a murderer. And he always will be, so don't bother coming back!' She shoves me, as I hit the door with my other arm.

I walk out, and run as fast as I can. I don't know where I'm going but I just run. Tears start to fill my eyes, but I swallow back hard forcing myself not to cry. It doesn't work.

I run until I find a deserted beach. I can still see some cabins and buildings from the camp, so I know I'm not that far but anywhere but there is a better place.

I park myself on the beach, sitting down just on the water's edge. I pull my knees to my chest and cry for a while. I cry until I can't cry anymore, my eye's hurt, my wavy caramel hair is sticking out from running and my head is throbbing from dehydration.

Suddenly a loud rustling erupts from the forest behind me. I turn my head to find Nico, slowly walking out of the trees. He's wearing jeans with a white t-shirt and yet another aviator jacket. He gives me a little wave and walks towards me. I smile weakly back, sitting up on the sand.

He walks over and sits next to me. I blush as his arm brushes against mine. I turn towards him, looking at his pale, handsome face and then cough, clearing my throat.

'So... uh, Nico, hello.' I say, awkwardly.

He looks towards me with an expression that I can't quite place. He doesn't look ecstatic to see me, neither does he look upset. But he just looks thoughtful, like he's thinking about me, but probably not in the way that I want him to.

'Hey.' He finally says, as I let out a relieved sigh.

'I came to bring you these.' He says, handing me my father's dagger and the bag of clothes sent from my parents.

'I heard about what happened in the cabin. I thought you wouldn't really want to go back.'

'Yeah, stink bombs and everything.' I say, shaking my head and smiling slightly as I take the things from him.

'Anything else happened in there? Apart from stink bombs?' He asks, quizzically.

I look down at my fingers, hoping not to meet his gaze. I think back to the cabin and the comments that were made that drove me out of there; 'No daughter of Luke Castellan is welcome here', 'Your father is a murderer.' '... so don't bother coming back.' I then looked at Nico, his gaze still on me. I didn't know whether to trust him or not, but then again, he was the only person I had right now.

'Yeah, this girl called my father a murderer and told me never to come back.' I say in a melancholic tone.

'There was also a bunch of worms and people saying I'm not a demigod. Which I'm not, but I ended up here and have nowhere else to go, so I don't really have a choice but to be here. Do I?' I finish, ending in slight anger.

'I'm sorry.' He says back to me, in a soft tone.

'Sorry for what? You didn't put those stupid worms in my bed. ... Did you?'

'No, no. I didn't. But I'm sorry for bringing you here. I can see now you hate it.' Nico says, his face concealed with an aura of guilt.

'You saved me. You have nothing to feel guilty about.' I say, putting one hand on his knee.

'I did see you naked though.' He continues, completely ignoring my hand.

I blush, and quickly take my hand away from his knee.

'Uh... yeah, I thought you were going to like, rape me or something.' I say, awkwardly scratching my neck.

He then bursts out in laughter, the sound surprising me.

'You thought I was going to rape you?' Nico says, putting his head back in laughter.

'It was a possibility.' I say, slightly peeved.

'Ha-ha-ha, okay whatever.' He says, shaking his head and smiling to himself.

He then turns his head to look at me, his eyes move down to stare at my body. My face flushes and I feel awkward and hot until he says,

'Your legs are hairy.'

Just like that, a direct insult situated at me to ruin the moment and possibly, my ego.

'It's not my fault.' I snap at him.

'I only had this stupid hospital gown to wear. And it's not like there were any other boys in Ogygia for me to impress with my legs.' I say huffily.

'Ha-ha. You're so sensitive.' He says, brushing off bits of sand from his jeans.

'And you're so incompetent.' I say, showing off my extensive vocabulary.

'Me? Incompetent? Who's planning to spend the night on the beach without even the slightest bit of heat to keep her from pneumonia?' He says cockily, gathering bits of wood and bark from around him.

'Shut up.' I mumbled at him.

He then piles the bark and wood on top of each other on the sand between us.

'What are you-'

He then puts his hand over it and mumbles a few words. All of a sudden a bright blue flame erupts from the pile of wood. The blue flame dances and shimmers a little, until it fades into orangey red colour.

'How the heck did you do that?' I ask, shifting slowly away from him.

'Son of Hades. I can do weird stuff.' He says, shrugging casually.

'And so you can make fire... from your hands?' I ask.

He shrugs once more saying; 'It's hot down there.'

'Wow.' I say, shaking my head, and moving slowly back closer to him.

'You know being the son of Hades isn't always a great thing, people tend to stay away from you.'

'Tell me about it. Being the daughter of a Kronos minion isn't that fabulous either.' I say sadly.

'I guess we have something in common then.' He says to me, with a smile.

'I guess so.'

A smile on his pale face looks so odd that I can't help but smile back.

'Hey Nico, I was meaning to ask you something.'

'Mmph?' He says, poking the fire with a stick.

'How old are you?'

He thought about this for a second.

'That's a tricky question Lucy.' He says, saying my name for the first time.

'Because I am 17, but I'm not.'

'What?' I ask, confused.

'You see after your father had 'died', or well, disappeared, everything went back to normal. Percy, Annabeth, Grover and I, we all went back to Camp-Half Blood. And it was all well and fine for them, but because of who I was, I didn't really belong. Nor did I feel like I belonged. So I stayed for a bit but then left.'

'To go where?' I was going to ask him who Grover was, but I realised that the conversation was too intense for me to interrupt with such a non-relating question.

'The Lotus Casino, it's a place in Vegas that's like every other Casino. Except that once inside you lose track of time and place, and you're having so much fun you stay there for more than intended, you never age or anything. Lucy, you see the Lotus Casino is a place built to trap you, to make you oblivious, forgetful and maybe even numb at times. And back then, that's what I thought I needed.'

He finished sadly; there was a look of utter regretfulness in his eyes that made me want to cry for him. He wanted to forget, he wanted to feel nothing, because he didn't belong. I felt so sorry for him that I actually bent over and hugged him.

He squeezed me back his arms around my waist, my heart skipping a beat at the touch of his body.

'But how did you get out?' I ask, slowly, reluctantly releasing myself from his grasp.

'My father heard, and sent one of his Furies to come get me... just like last time. He was really mad after that.'

'Wow.' I say, not knowing what else to say.

'I'm sorry you had to go through that.' I say to him.

He shrugs sadly and says; 'I learnt a lot about myself. I learnt how to deal with who I was. And I kind of like myself now. I can't do anything to change me.'

'Wise words.' I say, nodding slowly.

I then stifle a yawn, stretching my arms up into the sky.

'You should go to bed.' Nico says.

'Mmkay.' I mumble, resting my head on the sand and lying down.

I yawn again.

'Aren't you cold?' Nico says, worriedly.

'Nah. Not really. Are you? You look really pale.' I say, looking up at him from where my head lay on the sand.

'I'm always this pale.' He says with a sly grin.

'Here, take my jacket.' He says, taking off another one of his aviator jackets and placing it on me.

As he puts the jacket on my lying body I feel his hand brush against my thigh and my face flushes yet again.

'I'll stay with you if you like.'

He says, starting to lie down unto the sand, putting both his hands under his head.

'Mmph. If you like.' I mumble drowsily.

'Goodnight Lucy.' He says tenderly.

'Night, night Nico.' I say in a tired tone.

I then close my eyes and Nico's face is the last thing I see before I fall into a much needed sleep. For the first time that day I felt at peace, I even laughed tonight, despite my depressing situation. Being with Nico, it was like everything, every burden and loss seemed to just fade away, and I like that. Geez, who was I kidding? I liked him.

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