Hi, anyone who's still reading this! Sorry I haven't been posting, it's just...so...much...homework! I honestly think i'm going to die. Anyway, R&R! Thanks so much! Hope you like it!

Just when everything was going perfectly, the world came crashing down.

I tried going into my cabin and just laying on my bed, but every time I closed my eyes, there was Katie. Katie and I glaring at each other. Katie holding up junk from the attic. Katie sopping wet, smiling so wide her freckles popped. Katie leaning in that night in the woods. Katie staring at me in shock, hurt, as she ran away from me.

I had tried to follow her, pushing Dillan out of the way and yelling her name, but she either didn't hear me or didn't care. Great. Katie would never smile at me again. She would hate me. She probably did hate me.

I didn't return to the pavilion. I didn't want to go back and see Dillan's stupid smirking face. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I tried going to the Demeter cabin, but there was a large scary blonde girl with a deep voice outside the cabin that told me that Katie wasn't talking to anyone, and if I set one foot in there, she would strangle me with roses. Now, normal people would laugh at this threat, but the girl seemed dead serious, and I happened to know that rose stems had wicked thorns. I hurried back to my own cabin.

About an hour later, Connor came in from archery practice with a huge smile on his face. He took one look at me and his smile melted instantly. "Whoa man. What happened in the last four hours?"

I turned to Connor. My eyes were bloodshot and my hair probably looked like a nest of some sort. "Did you tell Dillan that I was going with her to the dance tonight?"

Connor's eyes widened. "Bro, why would I do that?"

I shrugged. "Just wondering."

Connor gave me a funny look. "I think maybe you should stay here for lunch."

I nodded. "Good idea. I'll just chill here."

Connor nodded, still looking at me funny. "OK, bro. Whatever you say. I'll make sure the campers stay out for a while."

I nodded, giving up the strength to speak. Connor left.

Stupid, stipud, stupid life.

Despite Connor's promise, a minute later someone came into the cabin. My eyes instantly flew open, hoping against hope that it was Katie, but my heart sank when I found myself looking at Allison. She gave a double take. "Did I miss a tornado or something? Why do you look like you've been run over by a tractor?"

I groaned. "Long story."

Allison grabbed her knife and started out the door of the cabin, but paused. She looked like she was struggling with a decision. Finally she sat down on the end of the bed. "I think I know what happened."

I sate straight up. "You do?" How could Allison, of all people, know what I was going through? She wasn't one of Katie's friends. OK, so she was my brother's girlfriend, but Connor didn't know.

Allison cleared her throaght uncomfortably. "I heard some gossip from the Aphrodite cabin the other day. Thay said that Isabel was planning some sort of…accident so that you would 'stop looking at Katie with cow eyes.'

"Hey!" I protested.

She shrugged. "I'm just quoting them. Anyway, you do know Isabel, right?"

I had a vague memory of a pretty girl with too much make-up and shiny dark hair passing me sometimes and waving. I'd never really given her any thought. "I guess so."

"Well, everyone know she likes you. Except you, obviously. So, she probably set something up. What happened."

This was completely unreal, confiding in Allison about my heartbreak. It was comforting, in a way, to get it all out. Allison was a good listener. When I was done, she nodded sympathetically. "You've got it bad. Listen, Isabel defenitely set that up. But Katie doesn't know that. We have to somehow convince her that it was Isabel."

"That won't be easy."

"Of course it won't! We'll need help. Lots. But we are going to get you to that dance with Katie."

"Thanks- wait, we?"

From behind the cracked door came Marianna and Abby, grinning from ear to ear. "We're in."

"Great." Allison smiled. "Then we're ready. So, here's the plan."

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-Katie POV-

This was, no contest, the worst day of my life.

I had got Hannah to guard the cabin door and I burrowed myself into my bed. So this was what heartbreak was like. Which was dumb, considering that I had only liked Travis since yesterday night. When we watched that movie together, and we might have almost sort of kissed…. UGH! Stupid brain! Shut UP! Shut UP!

I skipped lunch. I didn't want my friends to see me like this. Completely broken. My hair was a nightmere. My face was red from crying. My voice was raw.

And there was no chance that I was ever going to the dance. Zip. Nada. Why would I, just so I could see Travis and that Aphrodite girl dance all night? Laughable.

I still couldn't understand why Travis had done that to me. Was it some sort of game to him? Was he just toying with my feelings? If so, I hated him even more then before all this. I wish I didn't have to do the chores with him. Get caught holding silly spray with him. Most of all, liking him.

I wish I had never even heard of Travis Stoll.

Maybe I could just stay under the covers my entire life. That would work, wouldn't it? I could have my meals brought up to me. Maybe I could just dump some water on myself every once and a while. That could work, right?

Oh, who was I kidding?

I heard a knock on the door, and Hannah came in holding a package. I lifted my head a little bit. "Hannah?"

"Package for you, Katie. It's from your stepmom."

I wrinkled my nose, but inched out of bed. My stepmom sent the worst presents sometimes; like organic sweatpants the color of straw and peace sunglasses and all. But when I opened the box, I gave a quiet gasp. Out came tumbling a dress. It was a pale pink color, and as soft as a flower. It had tiny little pink straps and a ruffled skirt. It was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. As I held it up to te light, a note came tumbling out. I leaned down and read what it said:

Dear Katie-Kat,

Your father told me about the dance coming up, and I wanted to give you this gift. It was my sister's, who is now in college. I don't wear things like this; think of how many silk workms were killed in the process! But you are a beautiful young lady, and you deserve a beautiful new dress. I love you very much. If you ever feel like coming home for a visit, we will be here for you.

Love,

Annalee (your stepmom)

I smiled. Best. Stepmom. Ever! Then I sat back down as realization struck. I wasn't going to the dance. I was never leaving this cabin.

I took one look at the dress. Then at my reflection in the mirror. Back at the dress. Reflection. Dress.

I made a decision. I crept over to Isabel's bunk and pulled out a huge box. Inside were tons of hair products. I chose the Silky Shimmer Spray conditioner and a curling iron. Then, I shoved the box under the bed and hurried to the bathroom. I had a lot of work to do if I was going to go to the dance.

Yaaayyy! She's going to the dance! And, for anyone who didn't get the other memo, IN THIS STORY, YOU CAN DATE OTHER PEOPLE FROM YOUR CABIN AND IT'S NOT INCEST!

Let me repeat that.

YOU CAN DATE OTHER PEOPLE FROM YOUR CABIN AND IT'S NOT INCEST!

Only in this story, though. In the actual PJO book, it would be really weird.

Cheers, iheartamianplusnatan.