I spot my muffin, and dive for it. After tearing into to the New York cheesecake snack, I glance at Emily and force myself to make conscious effort to stop talking in Greek.

"That was Greek. I also know French better than I know English." I mention, "But I am American-born and raised in New York."

If it's possible, all of their eyes bulged more than Tantalus's when he almost got the food to stop running away from him, just before he was pulled by a vortex back into Tartarus. The awe factor is truly an amazing thing. Half-bloods can also learn Latin more easily, but it doesn't come naturally like Greek or French for the children of Aphrodite.

I take the silence as an opportune moment to introduce myself. "I'm Alexandra." I flash them a grin that rivals Apollo's.

The angry, yet extremely attractive guy who fell in love with me like Cupid shot him, runs over to me, with his hand sticking out. "I'm Paul." He introduces himself.

I shake his extraordinarily warm hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Paul." I look into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Yeah, it's great to meet you, too. Whoa, did your eyes just change color?" He asks, in awe.

"Yeah, it's a genetic thing. They change according to my mood."

"They're blue now. What does that mean?" His inquiry sparks a nerve, but I don't let it show. Because blue means... Blue means...

"That takes all the mystery out of life," I say flirtatiously, batting my eyelashes as some lame attempt at a suduction. Pfft... who winks anymore?

I turn to the rest of the people in the room who were onlookers to this conversation. "It's nice to meet you all, too."

Quil smirks, "So it's a pleasure to meet Paul, but all the rest of us get is nice?"

My eyes twinkle, "Well, I didn't notice any of you shake my hand and introduce yourselves." As those words left my tongue, there was a line of boys at least half a foot taller than me waiting to shake my hand. Paul doesn't seem comfortable, as he has to move out of his close position with me. Eros, Cupid's Greek form, must've had a very strongly enchanted arrow, I decide, if it hurts to be away from me. The other boys act as if there is a competition I do not know about on who I like best.

Jared and Jacob ask me to teach them Greek.

I laugh, and it comes out in that god-awful sound of tinkling bells. "Funny. Whenever someone asks me to teach them Greek, the first word they want to know is hello. The second has a high probability of being fuck."

Jared says, "Well, don't expect us to be any different."

I roll my eyes and they flashed black, but then turned to hazel. I try to ignore the feeling of blue that worked its way into my eyes whenever I looked at Paul. We sat down at the table, as soon as we had, the boys start scarfing down the pizza like the ravenous pigeon monsters we'd encountered the year of Percy, Annabeth, and Clarisse's quest to the Sea of Monsters to retrieve the Golden Fleece and restore Thalia and her towering pine.

Emily shakes her head at me, "Ignore them, love. I swear, they'll never learn manners."

Sam then turns Emily's head to kiss her, but his eyebrow pucker at the bandage. "Em, what happened?" Concern leaks into his voice.

Emil looks at me, remembering something. "Oh, yeah! Come on, Alex," and we make haste to the bathroom, to avoid further questions. I peel off mine and fake a grin.

"Oh my gods," I whisper. I assist the older girl in peeling off her cloth bandage wrap. Her skin was there, completely smooth.

She screams, a bloodcurlingly gleeful sound if I ever heard one.

Immediately, we hear a thunderstorm of footsteps to the bathroom door, which slams open and whacks against the wall with a resounding echoing CRACK! of the door splintering and the wall groaning.

Sam and Paul each grab someone protectively. Sam snatches up Emily and Paul manhandles me. My only thought is how sensual it is to have his warm arms wrapped around my already smoldering core. The rest of the guys look, and sniff, the surrounding area for any danger.

I let out a laugh and break free from Paul's hold. "We're not in trouble. Emily's just really happy."

I swear these guys are slow, because they do a double-take as they just then notice Emily's scar went bye-bye.

Sam goes, "What? Did you get surgery, Emily?"

Seth says, "Yeah, how'd you do it?" Emily glances at me, still slightly skeptical.

"Yeah, Alex, how does it work? It was practically a miracle."

I smirk, "Magic." Yes, I am telling the truth, bitches. "So my mom wanted to do scar cream that heals scars down to the last bit and it would be like it never happened. It's not out yet because she doesn't know how it works, or which chemicals that she used. She accidentally made it and found out it works, and its been tested to be perfectly safe." Not so much that part. This cream is actually just for black head penetration.

I can tell they don't have much of a choice but to believe me.

Emily's still kind of in awe, feeling her cheek and whispering what I assume are sweet nothings in her fiancè's ear. I notice a silvery spiderweb scar healing, molding into his skin under his ear at an abnormally quick rate.

"So who's your mom?" Embry asks. I bite my lip, somehow knowing they would know if I lied.

"Let's play a little game. If you guess right, I'll tell you. She's famous among some people, and very beautiful. And also, not many people know just how many kids she has."

She's also Greek. And a myth.

The guys agree. "Britney Spears?" offers Jacob.

"Angelina Jolie," Jared guesses, faint wrinkles running on his forehead.

"Madonna?"

"Beyoncé?"

"Taylor Swift?"

I stared at Embry. "Wild guess there, dude. She's twenty-three and I'm seventeen." He slams his head against the wall. Most people can't have kids when they're six, last I checked. But rules are different for... basically everyone that has some supernatural fantasy mojo lingering like a cancer in your life. But I think Tay Swizzle isn't part of the godly world. She may be a child of the godly hot Apollo ( I would hit that!). I doubt it. She's more of the good girl type. Demigods tend to be the troublemaking celebs.

We leave the bathroom with the guys still hounding me about my mom.

I refuse to tell them.

"So why are you here instead of New York?" Seth asks. He's on the receiving end of an unsolicited death glare that could rival Nico's, from Paul, and I remember the Eros's arrow factor to this equation. Also, is it weird that they all seem to start their questions with 'so'?

"I'm on a walkabout, which stemmed from am Australian tradition, but now some of the people at the camp I got to do it. It's a road trip or walk in the wilderness, or a combination, used to find your inner calling." I decide to mention something about Percy. "I'm not the only thing I'm searching for. I'm also trying to find this guy." I pull out a gunshot of the Savior of Olympus from the day we decided to make yearbooks in Arts and Crafts.

Paul fucking growls at it.

Jacob hisses something to him under his husky breath, and the only words I can make out are "think...imprint".

I don't even raise a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. Sam, since Paul so obviously is dying to know, and can't ask because of his intense shaking, inquires, "Who is he?"

"His name is Percy Jackson. Good guy, too. His girlfriend was driving all of us up the wall with trying to find him that I promised I'd look for him if I could get out of that rubber room." Annabeth is great, yeah, but stressed Annie beth is not something anyone wants to deal with.

Paul seems to calm down enough to not belong in the asylum along with the daughter of Athena.

"Aren't the police looking for him?" Emily takes a chunk of the Rocky Road ice cream I'd bought for her back at the store.

I finish off my muffin and stand up to put away the folded wrapper thing. I drop in into the trash and fall back against the comfortable couch. "No. We haven't told them he disappeared yet, because they'd just search the area he last was, and that won't be very comfortable for my camp. We have a few unorthodox camp activities that they may find evidence of. Like, weapons, explosives and such. "

A tall, built girl walks in with two younger looking versions of the boys.

"Why would you have weapons and explosives?" Paul asks, his hand not restraining itself when it goes for mine. They clasp together. I pretend not to notice the heat beading up in the palm of my dainty hands.

"Why not, Paul?" The girl's voice comes out with the same skeptical, annoyed, trained tone that Drew has, except less high pitched and frilly. "To blow your head off, of course, and save us the trouble.?"

I find myself smiling at her, wistfully. "You're like a less bitchy version of my sister."

All heads turn to me. "Was that sarcasm?" The girl asks.

"Not even." I reply. "I'm Alexandra."

"I like you," she decides. "Leah." The rest of the group stares at us, like it was extraordinary that this Leah liked me. liked someone, at least.

She is like Drew. She called me Leah for a week before she finally learned my name.

"The weapons?" Paul prompts.

"Oh. Yeah. We do war games, fencing, sparring. You know, all that good stuff where you get to beat up Will and get beaten up by Clarisse. Anyway, we're also really big on martial arts. And as for the explosives- we do a build your own fireworks competition every month. Oh and we also have a forge, where you can actually make your own weapons..." I glance up at their eyes. "What, you don't believe I get excited over stuff like this? Beautiful girls don't spend all their time on their wardrobe." Except Drew.

"So you like this camp?" Embry asks.

I nod. "Dudes, what is this, an interrogation? I just came here for lunch, not to tell you my life story." That would take awhile. One time I encountered a gorgon, and I said, "Hi, my name is..." so they'd at least know who would turning them into yellow glitter and Euryale goes, "We're here to eat you, not hear your life story," and Stheno complains, "Aw, can't we?"

Don't you love monsters?

I think I'll invite Stheno to my party if I make it to my next birthday alive, and I'll give her a recording of my life story as a goodie bag. In Euryale's, I think I'll put a restraining order and a strawberry ring pop.

"Do you want to go cliff diving with us today?" Paul asks.

I say sure and we set off to the La Push beach. It reminds me of Camp Half-Blood, but then again, everything does, because I've lived there since I was eleven. I'm wearing one of my bathing suits- all suitable daughters of Aphrodite carry at least two bikinis in their purse. It's turquoise with beads playing up my cleavage and strings connecting the triangles on my southern region. The guys jump off the cliff, and at first I'm hesitant, but I pray to Poseidon like, please. I swear I'll try to find your son, and sure enough, when I do a graceful swan dive into the clear water, the water cushions my fall.

I thrash out of the water, and immediately Paul is by my side. "That was awesome, right?" He calls.

I grin widely. "Yes!" Brady and Collin, who were the two who came in with Leah Clearwater, are hooting and hollering and I'm pretty sure they've been hitting the happy juice or are just major adrenaline junkies.

They go for another round, but I stay on the beach. A suspiciously pale person stalks up to me, and I feel the eyes of the boys suddenly back on me, but they were on the cliff. He's beautiful, but his blood-red eyes ruin the image.

"Vampire," I hiss, pulling out my celestial bronze knife. It gleams in the glow set from the sun behind the clouds.

"It's been a long time since I saw a knife like that, half-blood. Be ready." And with that, the empousai-like creature sped off faster than my ADHD could comprehend.

In the instant it took me to hide my knife again, Paul, Jacob, and Leah were at my side.

"Alex!" Paul breathed, "What did that leech want?"

Leech, I thought. He knows.

"Oh, him?" I decided to play it down like I didn't know until I was sure what Paul, Jacob, Sam, the rest of them, and Emily were. "He wanted to get to know me better."

Without looking in the mirror, just using Paul's orbs I could tell my eyes were blue again. I cursed myself in Ancient Greek because blue meant... blue meant love.

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I was up all night writing this on my tablet, you better love it. Ugh, goodbye losers I'm so tired. I need to sleep.

Gah! Love you to death. So i hope you die if you don't like it.

Guess again bitches. Please R and R, because the three Rs aren't that hard. Reading, 'Riting, and 'Rithmatic.

"I feel so much better

Now that you're gone forever"