Hey people! So, I had major writers block in this. I want to update later today, so I might. You know, if I have time to write the next chapter, which will probably be Jason's point of view. Yay!
I had servere writers block before, which is why I haven't updated in a few days. And pretty much why this chapter will suck. But the next chapter will be SO epic! I've got so many ideas!
So, enjoy! Oh, and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HOO. I only own my three OCs.
And I don't own the song used in this chapter, I Feel Like Dancin' by All Time Low either... And you might want to listen to it at that part. :D
Five (Ariella):
"Just close the window!" I shout. "I feel uncomfortable!"
"You'll get used to it," Nico assures me. "Trust me, you will."
"Does this mean that…" I get really excited.
"No, it does not mean that we'll get married. Or that we'll ever be anything more than acquaintances." He assumes that I was going to say that, which I was. Wow. He knows me well. I wonder if…
Reality wakes me back up when the lights start flashing in my eyes and the clicking fills my ears again. "JUST CLOSE THE FRICKEN WINDOWS!" I scream at Nico. Yeah, we're in the middle of class, so it probably isn't acceptable to scream. But, these paparazzi shouldn't be so nosy. I mean, can't they tell Nico's a little busy right now?
"Don't you think I would if I could?" he snaps. "If I do, then they'll make up all these stories on how I'm a mean and terrible person!"
"Fine," I sigh. "I'll do it then." I stand up and walk over to the windows.
"Don't do it, Ariella…" he warns me.
I slam the window down and close the blinds. "Too late."
Once I walk back over to mine and Nico's table, which is located behind Thalia and Percy's table, and they're behind Cassia and Zach's table, the teacher calls me over.
"Ariella Levi," Mrs. Carson demands. "Come to my desk."
"This is all your fault," I whisper to Nico as I stand up.
"And you too, Mr. di Angelo," she orders.
I yank Nico up and walk over to the teacher's desk, still gripping Nico's wrist. "What seems to be the problem?" I ask her.
"You've been shouting," she informs me.
"Oh… Well, I think I have a reason too. I mean, those people were so nosy. They should learn to give Nico space. Plus, they were really distracting. How could I get any work done with lights getting shone in my eyes and constant camera clicks?" I try and reason.
"You're terrible at these things," Nico tells me before turning to the teacher. "We're sorry, Mrs. Carson. I would say that I won't make it happen again, but it's kind of hard to guarantee that kind of stuff when you're a famous rock star."
"You're not so good either," I let go of his wrist to cross my arms.
"Well, punishment must be enforced. So, both of you, detention tonight, from seven to eleven."
"But that's five hours long!" I stomp my foot on the ground.
"It's actually four hours long," Nico corrects me.
"Fine, if you want five hours, then it will go to midnight," Mrs. Carson glares at us.
"No! That's not what she wanted!" Nico tries. "Plus, curfew is at ten."
"Then you better hope that you don't get caught," she smiles fakely at us.
"But there's security everywhere!" I exclaim. "It's impossible not to get caught!"
She changes the subject. "You may go." She shoos us away. I roll my eyes as we turn back around and walk back to our seats. It was going to be a long night.
Nico POV:
Once we get back to our table, the stupid teacher calls me back. "Nico, honey?"
"Yes?" I ask her as I turn around.
"Are you ready to perform the song you wrote?"
"Uh… Yeah, I guess." I answer.
"Okay," she nods. "Get your cousins ready. And I'll get my grade book."
"Wait, so Zach and I were graded on our song?" Cassia asks her.
"Yes," Mrs. Carson answers.
"What did we get?" Zach questions the teacher.
"A ninety five."
"Where are the other five points?" Zach demands.
Cassia then hits him in the arm. "You're never supposed to ask a teacher that. They always take off points!"
"Oh… Okay," he replies.
I turn back to my table and tap Percy and Thalia on the shoulders. "You guys ready to sing this song we just worked on?" I raise an eyebrow at them.
"Sure," Percy smiles. "What other option do we have?"
"Failing," Ariella tells us. "If you don't perform, you fail."
"Oh," Thalia responds. "Has that ever happened to you?"
"No," she shakes her head. "I don't sing. I usually just read my songs as poetry."
"What don't you sing?" I ask her.
"I've never found an appeal to it," she shrugs.
"NICO!" Mrs. Carson screams from the mini stage. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah," I say, grabbing my drum sticks out of my black and red backpack and hand them to Thalia. I'm usually the drummer, but I can't sing and play the drums at the same time. So, we just switch instruments. I grab her bass and Percy grabs his guitar. Once on stage, I begin to sing.
Shawty said she wants to run away,
Says I look like a boy she used to date (Ha!).
Took me by the hand and pulled me to the stairs,
(I'm NOT interested, girl).
Put her tongue all up in my ear, (Gross!)
Almost made me spill my beer, (Oh Shit!)
She's up and ready to go, but I don't care.
(Pssh, whatever!)
'Cause I'm in the zone,
Turn off my phone, I've got my own agenda.
I feel like dancing tonight,
I'm gonna party like it's my civil right,
(everybody get kinda awesome).
It doesn't matter where, I don't care if people stare, (Woah!)
'cause I feel like dancing tonight.
[laughing]
Everybody getting kind of crunk,
I think some dude just grabbed my junk, (Woah!)
Now I know how Ke$ha must be feelin',
(Like... what if we're the aliens?)
Bros try to turn me upside down.
I put a keg tap to my mouth,
But that's okay, I'm dancin' on the ceiling.
'Cause I've got the groove,
I'll bust a move; just try and stop me.
I feel like dancing tonight,
I'm gonna party like it's my civil right,
(everybody get kinda awesome).
It doesn't matter where, I don't care if people stare, (Woah!)
'cause I feel like dancing tonight.
Somebody call the police, (Woo-oooh!)
I think they're coming to get me,
They say: "You've got the right to remain on the dance floor",
So show us what you've got 'cause you know that you've got more.
I feel like dancing tonight,
I came to party like it's my civil right,
(everybody get kinda awesome).
It doesn't matter where, I don't care if people stare, (Woah!)
Because I feel like dancing tonight.
Oh, one more time,
I feel like dancing tonight,
(I feel like dancing…)
I'm gonna party like it's my civil right, (Woooah)
It doesn't matter where, I don't care if people stare,
'cause I feel like dancing tonight (Oh, oh, oooh!)
I feel like dancing tonight.
[laughing]
An eruption of cheers from the class makes me feel like that one night at the concert. But then, the teacher shushes them.
"That was TERRIBLE!" she hollers.
"What?" I demand. "I thought it was pretty good."
"Where was the flare? Where was the meaning? Where was the emotion?" she demands.
"The flare is the whole song. The meaning is that I want to go dance. And the emotion is…" I think about it for a few seconds. "I don't have emotion."
"Exactly. And because of that, you fail."
"What?" Percy gasps. "That isn't fair!"
"No, it isn't," Mrs. Carson shakes her head. "Therefore, Nico's the only one that's failing."
"Why?" I question her.
"Because you're the main singer of this song, so the blame is on you."
"But…" I start.
"How about if you give me a song with some emotion in it by tonight, after your detention, then you'll pass. But for now, I'm giving you an F."
"You can't do that!" Thalia exclaims. "We're famous! We don't need grades!"
"I can do that, and I will." Mrs. Carson smirks.
"Let's just fail and be done with this." I mutter.
"What was that, Mr. di Angelo?" Mrs. Carson asks.
"I'll get writing right away." I say nervously.
"That's what I thought."
I walk down from the stage and slump into my chair with only one thought in my head. Damn, she had good hearing.