AHHHHHH! This has been, like, the best day ever! New ATL single and two reviews! Plus my first follower/favorite-er! YAY!

Shout out to rnburchett who is my second reviewer and first follower/favorite-er! Now, in response to your review:

Ha. Thx! I think the main reason I don't have many reviews yet is cuz I started this like yesterday. :)

And, your just gonna have to find out the heritage. Though I'm actually taking your guesses into consideration. For some I had something else in mind, but now I'm like 'Hmmm...' So thx and bunches! And I will say you are COMPLETELY correct on one of them. :)

And yeah, last one was rushed. Ha. I really wanted to post about first review cuz I was so pumped. While this one is shorter, I hope it doesn't seem as rushed. And at the end of the chapter, for others who were a little confused, I was trying to convey that Lena is confused about why she's, like, not annoyed by Zack.

Made my life! Both of my reviewers! You are freaking amazing! As you can see, I can be pretty quick with updating, and, as you can also see, I get eager to type when I have reviewers!

Anyhoo! That's that! Anyone else got guesses on who Zack, Kara, Lexi, and Alex's 'parents' are?

OH! I want opinion! You guys want some Zack PoV chapters? If I do so, you'll probs then find out who their 'parents' are. Or do you guys just want it completely in Lena's PoV? Please let me know! Just review and tell me.

*Gets down on knees* PLEASE REVIEW! IT MAKES MY SUN SHINE 567898765435678 TIMES BRIGHTER! PLEEEEAAAASE! And I promise I won't be an annoying person who's like 'I'll update at five reviews' Cuz we're all annoyed at those peeps, right? But seriously, you should still review. I'll give you a shout out and a virtual hug!

*Sends virtual hug to rnburchett and Pandastyle*

SEE!

Music: Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low (New album Don't Panic comes out October 9th!)

Seriously guys, this is like their best song, or at least one of them! I'm listening to 'Live Session' version.

Disclaimer: Ok, guys. *sniffle* I'll try *sniffle* to hold it *sniffle* together. *sniffle* I do not...do not...*sniffle* AH, I CAN'T DO IT! *breaks down into sobs*

We are left to assume that the author was trying to say that she does not own the Percy Jackson series. But it is rumored that she has plans to steal it.

WELL, DON'T TELL THEM THAT!

Oops.

Sigh...Anyhoo...STORY! CHAPTER FIVE.

Chapter six'll be tomorrow hopefully. I don't do much between swim practices, so that leaves me plenty of typing time, at least until school next week. But If I get awesome reviewers like you guys, I'll FIND time! Anyway, if you guys want, I'll make chapter six Zack's PoV. Let me know!

Song Change: Stay Awake (Dreams Only Last For A Night) by All Time Low.

I stood in a large gym that smelled of teenage perspirant. I was in a black concert T-shirt and basketball shorts that went to my knees. On my shoes I had a clunky pair of guys basketball shoes. I'd been careful to make sure my shorts had pockets in them, which is where my pen lied. After consideration, I put my hair up, so if you looked around the ponytail you could see a small tattoo of a trident with an owl sitting on it. On the small of my back I also had a tattoo of a horse drawn chariot. Let's just say, with a sketchy enough place and enough cash, certain tattoo places won't question your age when you come in for a tattoo.

Zack came jogging up next to me. "Sup?"

I crossed my arms. "Not much."

He shrugged as if to say 'fair enough'. "Gym is by far my favorite class."

I nodded in agreement. "Only class you don't have to actually learn something." I turned to him. "Don't you dare expect me to be one of those girls who squeals at the prospect of sweat."

"I thought girls 'glowed' or whatever?" He used quotation marks over 'glowed'.

I snorted. "Only prisses say that." (A/N No offense to people who say that, but come on, you sweat, get over it.)

He laughed and I couldn't help but smile along. It was odd. Unusual for me. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous habit I obtained from my mother. I looked down at the floor, unsure why I felt so uncomfortable. Six days ago I faced three hellhounds head on, yet this one possible-demigod caused me to turn away.

The gym teacher walked in. A buff man who appeared to have walked straight out of a bad movie. He had a too-tight white tank-top on with long, baggy, red shorts. He also wore a red baseball cap and a whistle around his neck. He took roll and then told us we were playing flag football.

I grinned. Finally something fun. Teams were divided, I didn't know everyone personally, but it looked like the teams were fairly even.

(A/N Alright guys, I'm one of those cliche girls during gym, where when we do flag football, or football of any sort, I'm like "Um...am I supposed to be running?" So, bear with me please.)

Zack and I were on opposite teams. He started as quarterback and I immediately lined up across from him. "You're going down," he told me playfully.

"Oh, I wouldn't count me out quite so soon." I was shocked to find that I, too, was kidding. He passed the ball (A/N Does the quarterback do that? I'm sorry guys, as I said, I'm a cliche girl in gym!) and the round began. At one point during gym class, Zack had the ball and, ignoring the rules of flag football, I full on tackled him. We fell to the ground rolling. Both of us uninjured, we sat there trying to keep a straight face as the gym teacher yelled at us. As soon as he walked away, we burst into loud cackles.

Weirdly enough, I noted Zack's laugh. I liked how it sounded. It was lower, but plenty loud. He playfully shoved me with his shoulder, and I returned the gesture, leaning into him a little longer than needed. As soon as I noted that, I stood.

Zack looked up at me confused. "What's wrong?"

I tucked my hair behind my ear again. "Nothing." I replied quickly. I don't lean on people. Literally or metaphorically. I was a loner. And that's how I liked it.

...Wasn't it?

I shook my head. Of course. That's how it HAD to be. Fates can be unkind, but I learned quickly enough not to whine. You gotta suck it up and just keep on moving forward. DOn't look back, just keep moving.

The gym teacher blew his whistle again and told us to go change. I practically sprinted to the changing rooms. I swiftly changed back into my street clothes. Shoving my gym clothes in my new gym locker, I grabbed my notebook and folder and walked off toward my study hall room, which Zack had shown me on the way to my art class. I shot toward the table in the very back corner. Using my pencil, I opened to a random page in my notebook and began to draw. At first I thought I was just scribbling. It was just taking shape when I acknowledged a body sitting across from me.

"Watcha drawing?" Zack asked.

I continued to draw, nonresponding. Not sure if I wanted to share. Zack didn't press for details. He just pulled out some work. I had work too. Some review sheets for Algebra II and Chemistry. After about five minutes, I replied, feeling sorry for Zack for some reason.

"A sunset." I replied.

Zack frowned, as if trying to remember why I would randomly say 'a sunset'. When realization dawned on him he glanced at my paper. His eyes widened slightly. "That's amazing."

My lips twitched upwards. "Thanks. It's a beach. One my dad took me too when I was little. Eight, I think." I wasn't sure why I was sharing, but it just kept coming out, the entire time, I kept drawing. "We were probably an hour away from this beach. It's down at Montauk. He used to go there all the time when he was little with his mom. Anyway, my mom had to leave for a week for her job. She was an architect." I winced at my use of 'was', hoping he wouldn't notice. If he did, he didn't let on. "It was just really nice. My life has always been chaotic so having one relaxing day with my dad was...really nice." I stopped, refusing to meet Zack's eyes, slightly embarrassed about what I had just shared.

Zack nodded. "I can relate. With the chaotic life and all."

Demigod...or troubled teen? I felt like it was most likely Demigod, but I couldn't help but hoping he was mortal. For some reason, I felt like that would be so much better, easier. I spent my Study hall finishing my drawing, figuring I had all of detention to do my work, if I felt like it.

When the bell rang, Zack and I gave our awkward good-bye's. He left to go to his home, and I went to the office, where I was then directed to a different room used for study hall. When I got there, the supervisor gave the typical 'There will be no talking, gum chewing, or funny business. You will be silent and work on blahblahblah...'

I tuned out. I gave it a shot at my homework. Words and numbers swirled. Technically I could inform the teachers of my dyslexia and my life would probably be easier, but with being so close to the Camp, I didn't want to raise any flags. I managed to struggle through my Algebra II review. Once I could read the questions, it was easy, it was just reading them that was the issue. Chemistry went pretty much the same way.

Once detention was over I bolted out to my car. Eager to leave I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to my motel room.

Just from today, I knew I'd regret ever attending Goode, but for some reason, I couldn't convince myself to leave it...