A lot of you were confused about last chapter. What it is is that Nico wandered somewhere, and the fates decided to give him a snapshot of his future. They decide to show him a very important one. If the girl looks like Thalia and the boy looks like Nico. Put two and two together. -_- Anyway, at the end of this chapter, there will be two questions. If you answer the first one right, you will be the first to read next chapter. If you get the second right, you get a summary of the sequel. So, here is chapter two.

Nico's POV

I didn't talk to anyone the next morning, nor the afternoon. I wouldn't know it was the day before if Percy hadn't texted me and told me to pack.

In the middle of packing, after shirts, before pants, Thalia walked in and told me;

"This looks familiar. I remember it like it was yesterday." She said, sitting on a chair. She spun a few times, then stopped when she stood up and grabbed something from the pile of clothes I set out.

"Flames, I like it." She told me.

"Hey! That's personal!" I whined at her and grabbed them out of her hands.

"It's not like I haven't seen your boxers before." She said and laughed. I didn't laugh though. I had kept to myself all day, trying to figure out how I would break it to her. She was going to be pissed, of course, and I believed Annabeth when she said it would be my last chance.

"Listen, there's something I need to tell you. I talked to Percy last night and he made some points. I don't think it'd be best if we dated while I'm on tour." I looked down the whole time, not going to make contact.

"Maybe this is exactly like last time. Just remember, this was your last chance. I hate you. You did truly play my heart. Do me a favor, actually do yourself a favor, and never talk to me again. Even in six years. You're a douche bag. You know what? No, that's a compliment. You're a shursh." She turned and walked away.

"Wait, so I'm sex with a monkey? Harsh." I mumbled.

I finished packing in record time, when someone else walked.

"Connor, what are you doing in here?" I told him, when he grabbed my guitar and took it to my balcony, then smashed it along the railing and let the pieces fall over two stories.

"You're an asshole. You can never take a hint. She loved you. You used her like a razor. A one time use. She has been sitting downstairs for the past two hours just crying into Annabeth's shoulder. I had to hold Travis, Katie, and Annabeth from coming up here and kicking your ass, but only because I personally wanted to."

He grabbed the collar of my shirt and raised his fist while all I could do was just stand there and take it. Connor was taller and stronger than me, and when he was drunk or angry, nothing could stop him from doing what he wants. He then brought his fist to my face and hit me as hard as he could, which was hard. He let go and I fell to the floor, clutching my now bleeding and broken nose. He kicked me in the ribs and then in a place o one should get kicked. He just kept kicking me in the ribs until he started crying.

"Next time, don't be a douche bag, or as she put it, a shursh." He sniffled and turned around. I held my face and sat there and, even though I almost did in the past few days, cried. I cried for all the pain I had been through, I cried for all the pain I'd caused everyone else, and I cried for the boy with leukemia the most, knowing he was my son.

"Nico?" a soft voice called to me. I knew I had at least three broken ribs and a broken nose, besides the fact I may never have kids. The person was Katie.

"Yes?" I said in a strangled voice.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" she walked towards me and knelled next to me. I shook my head signaling no, and got up and limped to my closet grabbed a new shirt. I painfully pulled my old one off and looked at what happened. I was bleeding in a few places, so I limped downstairs into the den (still no shirt on) and went to Percy.

I glanced aver at Thalia, who had red rimmed eyes and was trying not look at me. Travis gasped when he saw me as Connor was no where to be seen.

"P- Percy?" I asked him stuttering and coughing from the pain.

"Yeah, Nico?" he shot back.

"C-Could you d-drive m-me t-to the-the hospital?" I asked him trying not to stutter too much, which I failed at.

"Yeah," he told me and his voice softened as he realized in how much pain I was in.

"Connor did that to you?" I heard Thalia's voice cut in. I nodded at her. "As much as I want to say you deserve it, no one deserves that."

Percy drove me to the hospital in silence. I would say I fell down the stairs after knocking a glass vase down them right before and it shattered.

They gave me antibiotics and stitched up a cut that was really deep. I touched the wrapping they put around my chest for my 4 broken ribs, plus the cuts.

We returned to the house and I found myself sitting next to Thalia in the den.

She was being surprisingly nice as she asked me, "How do you feel?"

"Broken." I told her, but then asked, "How are you though?"

"Happy I'm leaving tomorrow. Why do you ask?" she said to me, sounding scared to why I asked.

"The person who I was going to do a duet with tomorrow night canceled. I wanted to sing our song. You still remember it, don't you?" I asked her.

"Yes… Why?"

"Will you sing it wit me? You're really good, I've heard you before." I looked down as I asked.

"I guess I could stand you for one song more than what was planned." She smiled at me.

I had already asked the singer and songwriter if I could sing it and they said it was fine. I was excited to sing it.

I took the amount of pills they told me to take and waited for the girls to leave to go to their hotel. As soon as they left, I passed out on the leather couch.

I wrote this in two hours! I almost cried when I was writing this. Anyway, two chapters left! One last regular chapter then the epilogue, which will most likely shock you. So, here are the questions for the summary of sequel/next chapter!

Next chapter question: A mistake Rick Riordan made in "The Lightning Thief" he never explained, he said Thalia's eyes in Percy's dream were what color instead of Electric Blue?

Sequel summary question: If Thalia was never turned into a tree, what would her current age be, and when is her actual birthday?

Leave your answers in a review and whoever guesses them right first, wins!