OH MY FREAKING GODS ! I LOVE ISRAELI COUSCOUS ! BEST FOOD EVER ! I am being really weird but I had to include a meal that has Israeli couscous in it. It is vegan, and totally something Piper would eat. Maybe the neighborhood nargles would like it. I will go and give them some. But now, it is Piper's worst nightmare. Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun.
HIGH SCHOOL!
High pitched girl in horror movie: AHHHHHHHH!
I don't think high school is horrendous myself, unless it was like High School Musical. But soon, I would never have to wake up early for school for 2 1/2 months. Off topic. Now you know the basic idea of Chapter 8. See ya peeps.
P.S. The chapter will be cliche and have a bit of action.
-SAVE THE NARGLES
Today can be explained in two words. It sucked. But it started out ok. When I woke up, the sun was shining and it was warm. At least Zeus thought the weather should be nice. I washed my hair last night. At least I would acceptable on a day like today. I saw the backpack and the stuff inside it. The backpack was an Adidas life warranty backpack that was navy green and black. Boyish and cool. It was stuffed with all the stuff I needed.
I decided to get out of bed and get dressed. I put on a red shirt, dark skinny jeans and my gym shoes. They were plain colored with no design, so they were ok to wear in public. I braided a few parts of my hair and put on earrings that Annabeth gave me for my birthday. I then brushed my teeth and washed my face and did my make-up. A little lip-gloss and some gold eye-shadow and I was good. I should of looked less fashionable, but if I am going to be the bad girl, then I would have to look like it. I want to let people know that they cannot flirt and they do not want to become my enemy.
That was when I noticed that there was a box on the chair. I noticed that it was shipped to me by Hermes Express. I opened the box. I gasped and dropped the content of the box.
It was a Hercules Bust Heads lunchbox. I have been to the video room where campers watched the series one night. There was a lot of cheering when Hercules finished one of his deeds for the king, and a lot of popcorn fights. But I pushed that thought out of my head. It would only make me miss Camp Half-Blood more than I did.
I knew that it had to be from Leo. He cared. He made lunch for me. But did I recognize his feelings as I thought he was a good friend, or as something more? Maybe more, like Percy and Annabeth. Best friends, completely different, but needed each other and fell in love. I knew that love was powerful, it could bring people to their knees begging. Love was one of the most powerful things. Like how Aphrodite was the first Olympian to be born, or how Eros, love, first came from Chaos.
But was it love? Was I in love with Leo? I thought about all the great things about him. I really wish he was here. But right now I will have to lie to myself to stop missing him even more.
I pushed all thoughts of Leo out of my head and went downstairs. I grabbed a chocolate protein bar from the pantry, to the annoyance of the French chef, Quesnel, who wanted to make me a full breakfast. I said goodbye to my dad, Hedge and Mellie. I grabbed a black jacket from the closet and went outside. I decided to walk, as it was only a couple of blocks away, either that or be trapped on a a school bus, or a bumblebee machine for torture time, or field trips.
I got to the school around 7:45. The school had a large parking lot with lots of fancy cars. I knew that a lot of the kids here were children of actors and actresses, like me, but taking the advantages.
I saw that my schedule showed that my locker was 3048, my locker combination was 23-34-17, and that my homeroom was 303 with Mrs. Pottinger (My AWESOME science teacher, who I do have for homeroom.) The first guy wolf-whistled when I was putting my stuff in my locker. I looked at the clock. 7:57. I entered the building at 7:51. This was going to be a long year.
I walked into homeroom and took a seat at the back of the classroom. The room slowly filled. I noticed the types of people there were. There were girls that had on short skirts and embarrassing V-necks shirts. There was the snotty, controlling and mean girls who were mean to their friends and peers. There were a few girls that looked nice enough, but were in their own little group.
There was one girl who was getting teased by another guy. She had long blondish-brown hair in natural ringlets, glasses and a copy of Romeo and Juliet. She was wearing a Hogwarts T-Shirt, skinny jeans that were a little too big, and worn slip-on moccasins. She pushed the guy away and grabbed her book and stormed towards the back of the room. She sat down next to me.
"Hi." She said. I was half expecting her to slap the guy with Shakespeare than to say hi to me.
"Hi. I'm Piper." I told her.
"Aretina. But call me Ari."
"Pretty name."
"Thanks, yours too."
Just then, Mrs. Pottinger, who was a woman in her mid-thirties and had frizzy hair in a braid, started counting down from 3. The class soon became quiet. She then started speaking.
"That is what I will do when I want you to listen. I am Mrs. Pottinger, and I will be your teacher for homeroom for this year. I also teach Astronomy and Physics 2."
I looked at my schedule. I had Physics 2 for the period after lunch.
She continued talking. I fiddled with my hair. Ari was doodling in a notebook, drawing a small doll that looked like a girl with no hair and empty eye sockets that looked slightly pointed at the edges. I saw notes being passed and people chewing gum. I also saw phones. Mrs. Pottinger put all of the phones in a bucket and read all the notes aloud and made the people spit out their gum. Only me and Ari were not mugged of our entertainment.
I did not have any more classes with Ari in the morning. There was a lot of talking by the teachers, but as I thought that things would be ok, the worst did happen. I was getting the lunch that Leo made so I could eat by myself. Then I felt a hand on my waist. I instantly slapped it. Nerves, adrenaline, instincts is what hit the guy, as he backed away, but he must be pretty stupid. Gods, sometimes I really hae what 'gifts' I got from my mom. Certain ones, the knock-out beauty. I like the charmspeak.
"Come on, princess, you don't have to hit your prince charming of Hollywood." The guy said.
"I don't want a prince. At least not a pervert of a prince like you."
"Snarky. I like that."
"I don't like the fact that you are here. Please go away."
"Bringing your own lunch to share with me?"
There was a good chance I broke his foot when I slammed my foot into it, by the heck of a noise he made. I closed my locker and turned around. The guy was musclular. He was about 6ft. He had long brown hair and gray eyes. He pulled off a leather jacket bad-boy look. All the girls were staring at him with doe eyes. Except for yours truly. But I was scared. Not by him though. He reminded me of Jason a bit. And I don't want to think about Jason.
I turned around and sped walked down the hall. I did not know where to go, so I went back to Mrs. Pottinger's room. I knocked quietly.
"Come in." She said.
Luckly, there was no one there except for her. She looked up at me in surprise. I took a breathe and spoke.
"Um...Can I eat my lunch in here. Until I find a good spot to eat my lunch. I would find another place, but I have a stalker that wanted for me to become smitten with him, and I stepped on his foot. He is probably looking for me right now." I said quickly.
"That is fine by me. You can look at some of the books over there too. You are lucky this is my free period." She said with a smile.
"Thanks." I told her.
"What is your name again?"
"Piper McLean. Known as Beauty Queen by my best friend, who I really miss."
"You moved?"
"Well, I went to a lot of privte schools, because I am what you call a juvinile delinquent , and I only made friends at two of the schools. There was some problems at the last school. Me and a bunch of my friends ended up on the news when we escaped a police station in Rome. I love the place, it was a second home to me, but my dad made me come back to L.A. He did not want to deal with sending me to another school, or sending me back, so here I am. That is my present alias." I explained in a dull voice.
"Well, I did see the news report, But I got the feeling that you and your friends were really intelligent. And that you knew what you were doing as team, without talking to each other. Some kids are underestimated when they are labeled as troublemakers, but you were exceptional, more than anyone in any AP class from what I saw that day. You can understand how to do things that are impossible to most, as to escape the police officers." She explained.
"You think that I am intelligent?" I asked. I was shocked by the position she held.
"Yes. You are street-smart, not by knowlage, but by tactics and skills to help you, not what two plus two is. " Mrs. Pottinger summerized.
"No one has ever said that to me. Only one teacher has said anything good to me, and he was trying to train me to be tough, not to complement me."
"But you are tough. It makes you more different than everyone else."
"All I want to do is be normal, but I never was, and never will. I will alway be an outcast."
"Well, at least you have a chance here. Why don't you eat your lunch?"
I knew the conversation, so I sat down and open the lunchbox. There was Tofu and Broccoli with Israeli Couscous. There was also iced tea, strawberries, and a couple of cookies. I thought of Leo again.
I really missed his crazy smile. He would hit on random girls and joke around and annoy me by calling me Beauty Queen. Gods I missed him so much. I really wish he was here. He would make everything sound like a joke. He is only the sullen serious guy when he is around me or in his own thoughts. He is not goofy really, just on the outside, with everyone. Make a joke on the outside, when your whole life is a joke, one which no one understands. Only I do. Only me.
Only me...Why?
I snapped out of thought and finished my lunch. I thanked Mrs. Pottinger and went to my last few classes. I then started the walk home. But I soon noticed that someone was following me. I kept walking. Then I felt something press against my neck. I knew that it was a knife. I stopped. I felt my hand twinging, wanting to go for my knife, but I decided against it. Then I heard a sickly sweet voice.
"We meet again, princess. Why did you diss good ole Brandy here? Why would any girl, especially a pretty princess like you, not want me?"
"I don't want a guy chasing me, especially not a pervert like you?"
"Tougher than nails, but I have you trapped, unless I could be your prince to save you?" Brandy stated in the same voice.
"I don't need saving. You do. You picked the wrong girl. A girl who will never be afraid."
"Then I will slice your pretty skin. Until it gets paler than paper. And the ground is the color of crimson. Come on, princess. Who would want that?"
I then felt the knife start to press. I elbowed him in the stomach and ducked under his arms. The knife dug into my skin on my cheek bone. I felt it's pain, but it was no biggie. I have felt worse. I felt the knife slide out and I kicked him in the head. I got out of his grasp and he hit the grass. I was mad that someone wanted to kill me. A mere mortal. He gave me a cut. I kicked him in the ribs and heard him moan. I felt weak. I felt weak because of what he did to me, just because I did not want to pull out my knife.
I took his switch blade from his hands and left him there. He was not injured, not visible any way. He was not bleeding, like I was. I then ran the rest of the way home.
Mellie was frantic when she saw my injury. She instantly got some ambrosia and fixed me up. I was frustrated. That is what would happen if I went to high school. I was never out of danger. I just went up and collapsed on the bed. My dad came in. I looked up.
"How was school today?"
I instantly pushed him off the bed and out off my room and locked the door. I whispered though the keyhole.
"I am, NEVER, going back to that place. EVER"
I then fell back onto the bed. I heard him pounding on the door, but I let it fade away.
I just heard Brady land on the ground. I knew that it would end that way. Me victorious. I was about to run when I heard a voice.
"Piper?"
Leo was standing there. He looked at Brandy, then at my cut. He ran towards me. He pushed a piece of ambrosia in my mouth and held me in his arms. I let him cradle me. We just stood there, not caring about everything else.
He tipped my chin. I looked into his rich brown eyes, like chocolate. I felt him lean in. His lips gently brushed mine. I pushed in closer. The switchblade fell. My hands went around his waist and in his hair. His went my neck and on my hip. His skin tasted like motor oil, but I did not care. All I knew was that it was perfect. Complete perfection. I continued kissing him, but it started to fade away. I started crying. I wanted him to be there. I want him...
I sat up. I was confused. Then I realized it was only a dream. But it was so real. The dream was the kiss. I mean the kiss. The one every girl dreams about. I stayed up the rest o the night with the moral of the dream resting in my head.
I was in love with Leo Valdez.
LONGEST CHAPPIE EVER! Exactly 2,900 words. Longer than all of my other chapters though. I hope you like my OCs. I based them off either people I knew(Mrs. Pottinger and Ari) and the clique characters(Brandy). I was thinking about The Outsiders and those random kids from the Lightning Theif that tried to beat up the trio in L.A. So I came up with Brandy. I am not really into OC stories, or OCs period. Hope you like the chapter and REVIEW! See ya peeps.
-SAVE THE NARGLES