A/N: So, here comes the revealing! Please be nice to me when you find out who her parent is, please.
And I'm really sorry about the long time it took me to update. But the whole summer so far I have had no internet, so that made updating impossible.
And, I got really stuck in this chapter. Didn't manage to write a thing even though I had plenty of time. But writer's block is almost over now, so no worries!
Chapter 4, Adéles POV – Yeah, and pigs can fly. And I can die. Very likely.
After those words, there was an awkward silence when Percy moved the car out in the streets of New York. There was so much I wanted to talk to him about, but the car was way too crowded for any questions of the intimate sort. You know, the normal "so, why did you ask me?" question. Instead, I decided to clean up my archive when it comes to his family.
"So, you've got a brother." I said, knowing with myself how stupid that sounded.
"Yeah, his name is Tyson."
"Figures." I half said to him, half to myself.
"What?" He said
"Oh, nothing." I replied. I mean, I couldn't just burst out with "why the hell didn't you tell me your brother's name before taking me to the PROM?" infront of our (his) faithfull companions.
A phone started ringing.
"Oh, sorry." Annabeth said, stretching her hands down in her purse looking for her phone. Just to mention it, she didn't sound sorry.
"Hello?" She asked to the phone. I looked around, and found all the others staring at her. Including Percy.
"Calm down, Juniper. What happened?"
All I could hear was a lot of noise from the loud phone.
"You sure?" Her voice was shaky now, and I saw Percy's eyes filling with tenderness for her. I seriously wanted to hit him right there, but it didn't feel right. I mean, what if something serious had happened to someone she knew?
"I'll let them now, thank you for telling. Yes, we'll be careful. Yeah, I'll tell him that. Try keeping up the appearance, Juniper. We'll be right there." She ended the conversation and looked at us (correction; the others except me) and started talking.
"We need to talk. Now."
I was the first one say anything.
"Talk, then." Probably my irritation speaking. I mean, it was pretty clear she wanted to talk to them, and not me.
Thalia laughed. "Yeah, right."
"You wouldn't understand." Annabeth said.
Grover stayed silent, and I turned to Percy for support.
"Can't we take this… lather?" He asked Annabeth..
"It's serious, Percy!" She said, glaring at me.
"Yeah, but it kinda comes at a bad time…"
"If your silly little date is more important than something threatening the camp, then go ahead!"
"I'm sorry, "silly little date"?" Annabeth turned to me as the word came out of my mouth, realizing what she had said. She didn't seem to regret it that much, though.
Before anyone could say something more, I continued.
"And, how comes a camp is more important than prom? Yes, I know it's probably a place you have enjoyed, but I mean, we're sixteen, so can't whatever going on at camp if it's not the prom wait twelve hours?"
"I'm sorry to break it to you, but not all of us are bimbos who think prom is the most important thing in the world. And you don't know a thing about camp!"
"So please go ahead and tell me then!"
The others had stayed silent through our whole argument, but now Percy grabbed the word before any of us could start a fight.
"Almost there. Annabeth, whatever going on at camp, tonight we're high school students. Not half…" He stopped.
"Half-what?" I demanded.
"Nothing." He said, and before I could demand anything more, he got out of the car and shut the door behind him. (Hey, wasn't I supposed to do that?) and opened my door. Ok, we can like a gentleman. And we can forgive them quite easily.
Percy didn't exactly looked to comfortable when we were entering the gym, and that only made my intuition stronger that asking me out was only an emergency exit.
"So," I said as we walked at the edges of the gym, me trying to avoid his friends, he trying to avoid the dance floor. "Why is that camp so important to you?"
He looked away, clearly confused of what he was going to tell me.
"I'll tell you lather, okay?" He said, after a short period of time.
"Guess so." I answered, and we were again standing in silence.
"Delé! I've been like, looking all over for like, you! Can you believe we're going to like, sing!" Before I turned around to look at Ella, I noticed Annabeth, Thalia and Grover making their way to meet us. Hopefully, Ella would help me get rid of them this time.
"Hi, Ella! You look wonderful!" I said, steering Percy so he also had to turn against my friend.
"Thanks! Love your corsage, by the way. Percy, where did you buy that?" It was a strange tone to her voice, and for the first time in the three years I had known her, her sentence didn't contained one "like". It seems like she was really curios, or trying to challenge Percy. I didn't know for what reason, but I thought it was better to break it of before it started.
"I agree, it's beautiful! Ella, can I talk to you for a moment?" Without waiting for an answer, I send Percy a "excuse me" glance and dragged Ella along with me to the punch-table.
"What are you doing?" I growled at her. She looked at me guilty, though she didn't look sorry.
"What? I'm not doing anything."
"So what's this FBI-interviewing you're doing with Percy, then?"
"Nothing." She asked, unwilling to look at me.
""Where did you get that flower?" What's that supposed to mean?"
"I was curious." She shrugged. Then her eyes lifted and focused on something behind me.
"Listen, sounds like you're going to get the answers you want." She said, suddenly cold. While I tried to catch what she meant, she suddenly disappeared.
"Ella?" I asked, looking around. Then I grasped a sentence coming from Percy.
