Again, don't own characters!
Kristine. No, Kristy. No, both. The names repeated themselves in my head all day, her face popped up in my mind constantly. It was so annoying.
She was the ocean, I was under the ocean. Miles under it. There was no way we'd be together, especially with my kind of lifestyle. I was Nico di Angelo, I had survived the Labyrinth, I'd been to my father's realm countless times, even to Tartarus and back, twice. She was Kristine Cherymore, had only been to Camp Half Blood. Yet she nagged my mind constantly.
"Hey, Nico right? You wanna be on my time for Capture the Flag? It'll be fun." I turned around and it was her. I caught my breath.
"I don't play Capture the Flag... I was on my way out," I hesitated. "... But it might be fun to give it a shot."
"Oh, great! C'mon, we're against the Ares and Apollo cabins. But since we don't have many people in the Poseidon cabin, we get both Hermes and Athena," Kristie said. "And now we have you!"
She grabbed my arm and led me through the campers. She found our team, and eventually Percy.
"Is it okay if Nico plays?" she asked. He looked at me with surprise. I never play Capture the Flag. But then again, Percy must've seen something on my face that I didn't because then he smiled.
"Sure. You gotta weapon, Nico?" he asked me.
"Yeah."
"'Kay, good. You guys can move along the southern boarder, we're defending. Me and Annabeth will be north, so we might not get to talk much. When the other team comes, others will give you a signal. Go!"
Me and Kristie ran south. I'll admit I was nervous, but I had to prove to her I wasn't a ghost summoning freak, like how others viewed me. When we reached our post, I thought it would either be awkward and embarrassing, or I would come back from this game not knowing what to do.
"So, come here often? Percy told me about you." She said.
"Not really, sometimes I stop by... If Percy told you about me, I bet you really don't like me," I said, because it was exactly what I was thinking.
"No," she said. I was surprised. "I just think he misunderstood you. I think most people do. You don't look bad, if you know what I mean."
I didn't look bad? What? I was an outsider. No, a better word: Outcast. I didn't belong here. I didn't belong anywhere.
"Wha-?" I started, but others gave us a signal. Other campers charged towards us.
"Here's the fun part! Weapons ready!" Kristie smiled at me. For once in a long time, I smiled back.