Sorry this is kinda short, you know why? Because I wrote it all TONIGHT. Uh-huh. I got home from hanging out with Joslyn and had a crapload of emails telling me all the reviews I had, and I felt so special that I wanted to write more! You guys are the best ever. Here's chapter 6!

Chad

"Hey, Chad!"

I turned, hearing my name. Of course, in a school this size it was entirely possible that it was for someone else, or I'd misheard entirely.

However, when I slowed my steps and turned around, I saw the Jenna was waving, and heading my way. I stopped, waiting for her.

"Hey, Jenna." I said once she'd reached me.

"Hi!" she replied brightly. "What's up?"

"Just going to class," I told her, shrugging.

"Well, first I wanted to say that I have your jacket, so you need to come by our dorm to pick it up. And can I have your number?"

I smiled. "Sure, what for?"

She looked at me for a second. "Um, so I can text you if I want to talk or hang out?"

That sounded promising, so I recited my number while she took out her cell phone and punched it in.

"I'll come by tonight for my jacket, okay?" I said as she pocketed the phone.

"Awesome," she said, grinning. Then we parted ways, and I glanced at the digital watch on my wrist. I was going to be late for class.

I didn't mind much.

Annabeth

"Annabeth, fancy seeing you here."

Annabeth clutched her pencil much tighter, and took a deep breath, telling herself not to let it get to her. Then she looked up.

"Actually, Watson, I'm here pretty often."

"As am I," Watson said, sitting down across the table from Annabeth. "What a coincidence. The library's a lovely place…nearly as lovely as you, I'd say."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm studying. Could you leave me alone?"

Watson sighed and took off his square glasses, showing off his deep brown eyes. "Oh, Annabeth…I grow tired of this. The banter, the back-and-forth, it's wonderful, but let's cut to the chase."

"Oh, just cut to the chase?" she asked. She closed her book, picked up her pencil and stood, then said as loud as she dared under the supervision of librarians, "You're just an egotistical, brainiac brat with a thick skull. So before I file a restraining order, please leave me alone!"

Then she turned on her heel and began to walk out, thinking perhaps she could find somewhere else to read. Watson called after her with the confident voice he always used. "There are no logical grounds for that restraining order, darling. You'll come around."

One of the old librarians shushed him, but he could have cared less. Red with rage, Annabeth practically ran out of the building.

She took a few deep breaths as she hit the cool, East-coast air. "I just have to ignore him," she told herself quietly. "He feeds off of my chagrin. I have to stay collected."

She sighed, taking a path that would lead her to her dorm building. She figured Tora and Zoe would both be out somewhere, since it was after seven PM. That would leave her with the dorm to herself to study and fume in.

The thing about Watson, she thought, is that she probably would've been totally in love with him, as a good portion of Yale was, if she hadn't already been taken. He was brilliant, witty, confident, attractive, and wealthy. What's not to like?

Of course, she's the girl he chooses to go after. The one female in the architecture department that doesn't love him, single or not.

We're too old for this, Annabeth thought. This is what you see in chick flicks set in high school. They'd graduated and matured, hadn't they? Why did he continue to pester her?

Both of her roommates were, indeed, gone, so Annabeth could read in peace. Tora and Zoe were nice enough girls, and smart too, but considerably loud and definitely out for the 'college experience'. It irritated Annabeth at times-why go to an Ivy League school to drink and smoke for thousands of dollars a year, when you could do it for free at a community college? She supposed that was how most of today's politicians were at universities, however.

She set her things down on her desk and picked up her water bottle, taking a long sip. Then she sat down and glanced at her picture of Percy. Along with a framed photo of her dad, it was one of the few really personal things that showed in her room. She pushed Watson's antics out of her mind and smiled, thinking of Percy and all the memories they had together. She almost longed to be called to battle by Chiron, since it surely meant she'd be in the City for a few days.

She picked up her pencil and returned to her rudely interrupted notes.

Aleka

Aleka stared at the map in her hands. She knew it would be difficult to get in through the forest, but also that they'd have much more of a surprise factor if they managed it. However, she didn't want her troops to have to fight off monsters along with campers, which posed a problem…

"Aleka?" she heard. Looking up, she saw one of her soldiers holding open the flap of her tent.

"Come in," she told him, folding the map of Camp Half-Blood. The boy walked in, and was followed by another. They both looked slightly nervous in her presence.

"According to our sources, miss," said the smaller and scrawnier of the two boys, "Chiron seems 'twitchy and apprehensive', but has not yet announced anything. He has, however, added more combat training to all camper's schedules, and they are all quite suspicious."

Aleka nodded. "Very well. And you?" she said to the other boy, who was dark skinned and broad shouldered.

"There are…a great number of campers, miss. And while many are inexperienced, there are quite a few that we'll need to be wary of, for they've been training for a long time."

"Thank you for the report," Aleka said curtly, and began to unfold her map again, a clear dismissal for the boys.

However, they didn't leave. The dark one spoke up again. "Ma'am, I'm sorry to tell you that, granted the numbers, I'm questioning our chances in the battle."

Aleka let out a short, sharp breath and put down the map again. She turned to the boys.

"Have I not made it clear," she said in a strained tone, "that this battle will be the first of many victories?"

"I apologize, Aleka, but I don't see how-"

"You have no faith!" Aleka raised her voice, and both boys cringed back. "The gods-our own parents-are on our side. They will give us the strength and wisdom to defeat Camp Half-Blood."

"Excuse me, miss," said the scrawny boy. "But isn't the camp run by the gods?"

Aleka shook her head in disappointment. "Even they can see that it has been overrun, corrupted. It is no longer a useful tool. The time for demigods to take their rightful place in society has come, and if you aren't with me," she looked slowly from one boy to the other, "then go ahead and fight me."

After a moment of silence, the bigger boy spoke again. "But, ma'am, have you spoken with the gods about this?"

Aleka pounded her fist on the small table next to her. "No more questions!" she yelled. "I was the one who left my home and fought off countless monsters to bring you all here, and this is the treatment I get? This is my respect? The gods understand what you do not. Do you want to live like the royalty you are, or don't you?"

The boys looked at eachother, and then both muttered a "Yes, miss."

"Then you are dismissed!" Aleka spat at them. "I don't want to see you around. Make yourself scarce for a few days."

They nodded and left the tent. Angry, Aleka left the map and began pacing. She needed to regain control on her followers. If they started to doubt, they would not fight as well. Though she was sure they would win the battle, she did not want to take any chances, and therefore wanted soldiers who strongly believed in their cause. She walked over to her torn duffle bag, with the embroidered name 'Ally' crossed out in heavy marker, and pulled out a notebook and pencil. She sat down in the folding chair next to the table and began writing, composing a speech she would declare to her troops the next day. She needed their blood rushing with affection for her and what she stood for. She needed to once again rouse their spirits about living a better life. And so she wrote.

Oh, snap. Who's this Aleka chick, huh? And Watson? XD So much fun to write about Annabeth being pissed.

JazzPotato67, thanks for the definition! I guess I was just too lazy to get it myself. I'll bug my teacher about it or something.

And about Chad seeing through the Mist:
He has what I'm calling an 'open mind', so he believes in some stuff and therefore sees it, but not everything is immediately clear to him. He's definitely not on the level of, say, Rachel.

Hey! I should put Rachel in this story! I just gave myself an idea!

Okay, so, you guys are the awesomest readers ever! Keep reviewing and spreading the word and being generally amazing!

Jenna :)