Thanks for all the reviews/follows/favorites! A lot of people want me to update quickly, so here's part of the next chapter! The rest of the chapter should be done soon. :)
Will quietly sat fuming on his bunk in the Apollo cabin. He wasn't mad at Nico, he was mad at himself. How had he already managed to mess things up between the two of them? He unconsciously stood up and started pacing the room, repeating what do I do, what do I do in his head.
"Uh.. Will?" said a voice. Will ignored it and kept pacing.
"WILL!" the voice yelled. Will glanced over for a second and caught a glimpse of brown hair, dark eyes, a small boy, a son of Apollo. It was probably important, but he couldn't concentrate on anything but Nico. He heard footsteps fading away, and he closed his eyes and flopped onto his bed. He was just, so, furious didn't seem like the right word, perhaps frustrated.
He didn't know how long he'd been lying there for, but after around half an hour he felt a shift in his mattress like someone had sat down on the other end. Soft hands uncurled his fists and pulled back his covers. A cool breath was on the back of his neck, and a whisper in his ear said, "Hello."
Will pushed himself up a few inches and flipped himself over. "Hi there, Will," said Annabeth's voice. "How are you feeling?" Will groaned. Annabeth looked confused. "Are you sick? What happened?"
"I'm not sick.." Will muttered. "I- well- someone's mad at me."
"Who is it?" asked Annabeth. Will flinched. "You don't have to tell me," she quickly revised. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Not really," answered Will gloomily.
"Do you think you could do some work in the infirmary? That's what Jake came here about. Someone's sick."
Will couldn't say no, it was his duty. "Of course." He stood up off the bed and headed for the door. "Who?"
"Oh, it's Nico di Angelo," responded Annabeth. "You know, son of Hades?"
Will's eyebrows shot up in alarm. He bolted out the door and sprinted into the infirmary, leaving Annabeth in the Apollo dorm with no idea what had happened.