Chapter Ten

Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or HoO series by Rick Riodan.

James' POV

"James." Lydia says, looking up at me.

I had just gotten to the mess hall. Pretty much everyone else had thrown their offering into the brazier and was already eating.

I ignore her and sit down at the table, having tossed a few strawberries into the fire.

"James, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you like that." she says.

"Wait, what did I miss?" Gail asks.

"You mean you didn't intend to insult my family quite plainly to my face? Who would've thought that that would upset me?" I ask, my voice dripping in sarcasm.

Sam was looking down at his food, wisely staying out of this. Gail was sitting next to Lydia, her aquamarine colored eyes darting back and forth between us. She had the most confused look on her face I had ever seen on someone.

"I really—I don't know what came over me. I really am sorry, James." Lydia says, running her fingers through her long, wavy golden hair, tears brimming her eyes.

I glare at her, still pretty pissed off, and stand up from the table. I had barely touched my food, but I wasn't hungry.

"James, wait!" she calls after me.

I don't turn around.

"Lyd, just give it some time. You really hit a spot when you talked to him today." I hear Sam say.

Sam knew all about the "spot" she had hit. Lydia had only just gotten here last year. She had no idea what teasing and names I had been called over the past few years for having a son of Hades as a dad.

"James? What are you doing here?" Adrienne asks, sitting down next to me on the Apollo cabin steps, "And why did you just storm out of the mess hall?"

"Lydia was getting on my nerves, that's all." I say.

"Seemed like there was a little more to it than that." she says.

I sigh and look up at the stars. They were sparkling in the nearly black sky, as they did every night. This is one of the things I loved about Camp. We were out in the country, away from pretty much all mortal civilization. There weren't any city lights polluting the sky out here. I suppose that's why mom and dad built our house basically in the woods of northern New York. It reminded them of Camp.

I debate with myself on weather I should tell Adrienne about the conversation Lydia and I had had today.

If I told her, she'd most likely get really angry and try to strangle Lydia. She had just a bit of dad's temper, to say the least. If I didn't tell her though, she'd keep asking me what was wrong every second she was with me.

"Okay, if I tell you, you have to promise not to try and kill Lydia." I say, turning to look at her.

"Okay, I promise." she says, looking at me curiously.

I then plunge into what Lydia had said. All about her and dad being a disgrace to the family, as well as Hades himself being an outcast and not belonging with the Olympians.

When I was finished, I was almost afraid to look at her. I build up my courage and do it anyway though.

Her dark eyes were practically glowing with anger. She had a frown on her face and her hands were balled into fists.

"Addie, it's alright." I say, placing my hand on her shoulder.

"No! It's not alright!" she explodes, jumping up from the steps, "She should have known better than that. She's older than you, for gods' sakes!"

"Only by a year. Sometimes age doesn't make a difference though. Even some adults are the most childish people on the planet." I say.

"She still should have known better." she grumbles.

"I'd say she's learned her lesson now. I don't think she'll go around judging people by their parentage anymore." I say, standing up, "C'mon, kiddo. Let's go to the campfire."

I didn't want to talk about this anymore, and I really didn't want Addie getting any more angry than she already was. I was afraid that if we talked about this more, she'd march right back to the mess hall and strangle Lydia right in front of everyone.

A/N:

Shortish chapter, but I told y'all that James' would be shorter than Kyra's, at least for a while.

So, do you think James is taking this a bit too far, or do you think Lydia is getting what she deserves? Honestly, I think she's getting what she deserves. I mean, you don't just walk up to someone and tell them that their little sister and dad are a disgrace and that your grandfather was a complete and total outcast and always will be.

Tuesday's chapter-holy fuck, it's awesome. You guys are gonna love it, and quite possibly hate me as well...But oh well!

Ugh. Today was a very long and busy day. My alarm clock went off at 9:20 (and I actually got up a couple of minutes later. Amazing, I know), and then I got ready and at about 10:45 my teacher came and got me and we went to the studio. She had to pick me up because both of my parents were at work and my friend wasn't going to class this morning.

So anyway, I was at the studio till about 3:30. I made a lot of stuff today. I used probably about 20-25 pounds of clay, and the result was: three lidded pots, two serving bowls that should stack together, and three mugs. Like I said, I was busy today.

And then when she was taking me home, we stopped at the local coffee shop and she got me a smoothie ^_^

It was quite delicious.

So my clay diminished greatly today. I think that's the most things I've ever made in one class. But then, I did stay three and a half hours late.

But I stole 10-15 pounds from my friend (the one who wasn't there) because she had a ton of unused clay that she'll never use and I put it all away for her since it had been drying out. She'll never even notice it's gone since she's barely there. And I think I deserved it anyway and my teacher said I could take it, so I did. Plus, it wouldn't all fit in one bag. One bag of clay that's never been opened is 25 pounds and she had at least 35-40, maybe more, just to give you an idea on how much she had. So yea, I took some of that.

M/A:

Today's song is...The Reason by Hoobastank. That song is so perfect, I could listen to it all fucking day and never grow tired of it.

XOXO,

Mrs-diAngelo25