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Connor's POV
"You ready Connor?" Annabeth and Percy had just left for the library or something.
"Yeah" I reply, smiling down at Cordillia. She huffed, "What?"
"Why do you have to be so tall? I remember being taller than you last year." She filled her left cheek with air, puffing it out like a chipmunk who only found half of its food. I laugh.
"I don't know. Guys are usually taller and stronger than girls…no offence." I ruffle her dirty blonde curls, accomplishing making it messier than normal. She rolls her eyes, though she is smiling. Not just a smile, a goofy smile.
"So, you're strong huh?" she's practically jumping up and down.
"I like to think so." I smirk, and so does she.
"Then I'd like a piggy-back ride."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Why?"
"So you can prove that you're strong." She says it like it's obvious. I sigh.
"Fine" I get down on one knee, and arch my back so she can climb on. She walks over and swings her leg over my back. I place my hands under her thighs. I think about how her hands are wrapped around the front of my neck and placed on my chest. How my hands were on her legs. My face burns, only getting worse when she leans in and whispers, "To heavy?" I shake my head.
Her chest pressed against my back…this was a little hard to handle.
"Are you going to move?" I hadn't stood up yet. Too busy trying to keep my blush under control.
"Yeah" I get up and start walking. I used to do this with her all the time when we were little. But back then I hadn't liked her and she wasn't…um…developed… "Where do you want me to take you?" I disparately try to keep my voice from cracking.
"Just keep walking until I say to stop." She whispered in my ear. A shiver went down my spine. I hoisted her up more.
I felt her legs tighten around me. This did not help my situation…neither did the fact that, Cordillia was wearing short-shorts.
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We walked around the house a few times, each time Cordillia and I shifted the slightest, I had a new reason for my face to feel on fire. It was hard…but surprisingly…I kind of like how I was the only thing to keep her from falling.
"You tired?" she asks, mocking me in a way that sent electricity down my spine.
"No…"
"You want to stop?" I grinned evilly.
"No…" I did my best evil laugh, before taking off in a run, causing Cordillia to squeal, a sound that doesn't normally come from her.
"Stop Connor!" she laughed a beautiful laugh.
"No, never!"
"Please?"
"No!" I ran through her open bed room door and stopped. Cordillia climbed down, but I picked her up and threw her to the bed. I stood over her and tickled her sides.
"Connor! St-stop!" Cordillia says, between laughs.
"Fine." I stop. Cordillia sits up, still breathing heavy from laughing. She punches me in the arm.
"Ow!"
"Serves you right." She lies back on her bed as I sit down, draping her legs across my lap. "So we know which gods we're going to do, how do you want to do the project? Write a paper or make a poster?"
We look at each other and at the same time we say "poster" and laugh.
"Let's get started."
Joanna's POV
"Nico?" I say. We were walking along a path in Central Park.
"Yeah?" he looks to me. I feel my breath hitch. I had forgotten how much I loved those dark, ominous eyes.
"How long was I gone?"
"Three years, two months, ten days." He says, almost instinctively. His eyes widened. He looked down. His hair blocking his face from view. Some of his hair curled slightly around his nose.
I smiled
"Just checking to see if you missed me."
"Of course I did…" he mumbled. He probably didn't intend for me to hear, but I did.
"I did too, you know."
"What?"
"I missed you too…a lot."
"Oh." He looked kind of shocked.
I stopped walking. When Nico realized I stopped, he back tracked.
"What kind of person do you think I am?" I was only acting like I was mad, but it still hurt to think Nico thought I didn't miss him.
"I didn't—"
"No, answer the question." I urge, sounding sarcastic and angry. I kind of sounded like Annabeth…
"I don't know what you mean…" he starts to look around, frantically, as if looking for an answer.
I couldn't take it anymore. I burst out laughing.
"Oh man, Nico," I say in between laughs, "I got you good! You should've seen your face!" I bend over, clutching my sides.
"Ha, ha, ha." He says sarcastically, "I remember you did that to me, like, every week."
"And it never gets old." I beam. He rolls his eyes.
"Come on, I have something to show you."