No longer limping and feeling better than ever, Nico and I walk back to my house. I asked why I had to ask my mom about all this and why he couldn't explain it to me himself. All he said was, "She's your mom. She knows your life story. I don't. Okay?"
I shake my head and snort. "Whatever. I still don't get why you can't just explain it all to me at Camp…what did you call it? Camp Quarter-Blood?"
He gave a small laughed and his mouth curled into a smile. "It's Camp Half-Blood. You know. Half human, half god? Demigod, for short."
I felt my face flush. I felt slightly stupid. "Oh. R-right. Y-y-yeah." I stammer.
He continued to smile. I stared at him for awhile realizing how cute he was when he smiled. He rarely did. Rarely does, I should say. His mom died a long time ago and I feel a great deal of pity for him. But when he smiled he looked charming. Even a little bit handsome. He had lush black hair and green eyes full of emotion.
I realized I was staring at him for such a long time he had to snap me back to reality. "Arya?" he arched an eyebrow.
"Wh-what?" I say, with my eyes wide open.
"You were staring at me. Then you went all…spacey." He smirked.
I shake my head and think of a really good excuse. "Oh uh…I was daydreaming. That's all. Daydreaming. Yeah."
He raised an eyebrow in my direction, clearly unsatisfied. "You sure you're okay?"
I start to blush then I cover it with a snort. "Yeah. I'm fine, genius. If I wasn't would I be standing here right now?"
He shook his head and sighed. He must feel miserable with me. I shake that thought from my mind and concentrate on my surroundings. But still, that lingering thought of him. Ugh. What am I thinking? I never liked him. And he never liked me.
I nearly miss my house if I hadn't bumped my mailbox and fell down. I looked to my right and saw my gate. White and wide. I smile. Nico gasps. "Oh wow." he says with a mix of shock and fascination.
I never admitted it but my house always was a looker. For one, it was huge. Three floors. 1,500 feet wide. Orange walls. Green roof. It was beautiful. And it was my home.
Nico looked at me and I looked back at him. With one step forward, one deep breathe, one shudder, I ring the doorbell.