Hey guys, thanks for being patient, but they're supposed to be fixing the fault on Wednesday next week, so hopefully I'll be able to publish more then. Just thought I'd add in the tiniest bit of Jeff for all you creepytpasta fans out there. And i was thinking of doing a creepypasta fanfic, what do you guys think? Let me know in the comments, all ideas would be appreciated!
"Oh, she cares!" Jason said sarcastically.
"Oh shut up Jason," I dumped my bag on the couch. "I'm not a complete asshole,"
"Sure," Jason's tone was harsh, and unlike him completely.
"So, you honestly didn't think to get his number?" I asked incredulously. "Perfectly safe, always-takes-way-too-many-precautions Jason didn't think to get the number of his legal brother? Unbelievable,"
"You're one to talk, I would have thought you'd have got his number before we got to the house,"
"And why exactly would you think that?" I argued.
"Because you're such a motherfucking whore that I have to make assumptions like that!" he hardly ever swore.
"So what good does that do?"
"It keeps me wondering what might happen to you when you go out at night with a reputation like yours so you don't get murdered! And the clothes don't help either," he added.
"So you think that just because I have a reputation, I'm going to get murdered? Wow Jase, well thought through," I clapped my hands slowly.
"But god Thalia, have you never thought what might happen to you?"
"No, not really, because there's no more of a chance it happening to me than there is you, so there's really no point, because all it's going to do is waste time and energy, that I would rather be wasting somewhere else,"
"Like where for example?"
"I don't know, maybe at parties or somewhere where no one's there to keep yelling at you about how careful they think you should have to be to prevent yourself from being murdered. I mean, god Jason, if I thought there was anyone going to murder me, I would stay in the house more often, but why stop there? We could get an alarm system, metal doors, barricade the windows, and monitor every text and every call and every video and every picture that comes in and out the house,"
"Thals, I'm just trying to keep you safe,"
"By taking away my freedom?"
"I never said I was taking away-"
"But that's what you were thinking, right? You're thinking if you can scare me enough I'll stay in here with you all day and won't slut about like I apparently do,"
"N-"
"Don't bother, Jase, it's clear what you think, just try not to be so harsh next time, maybe then you'd still have the respect you used to have when we were little," I picked my bag up again. "I'm going to look for Nico, don't follow me," I slammed the door.
I had absolutely no idea where Nico could be. God, he could have been in New York for all I knew. My mind raced, thinking of all the places he could be, but I knew next to nothing about him, so nothing really came up. I replayed in my head all the time we had spent together, trying to see if he had mentioned something-
I took out my phone, quickly scrolling through my contacts.
Beep beep.
Beep beep.
Beep beep.
"Hello?" a man's voice crackled through the speaker.
"Dave," I said, out of breath from running. "Have you seen this guy, uhh, Nico, 'bowt my height, dark eyes, wears black and band merch a lot, he might have bought something from you, uhh…"
"Yeah, I saw him about an hour ago,"
"Did he say where he was going?"
"Yeah, some place in the forest-"
"Thanks, bye," I hung up.
Who could I get to drive me there? Luke's probably grounded for not going to school and not coming home 'till late, I'm not getting Jason, Annie's probably having dinner with her parents…
He didn't pick up the first time I rung him, and it took rather a long time for him to pick up the second time.
"Thalia-"
"Percy, can you drive me somewhere, it's not far, but it's urgent, I'm outside school, seriously, come quickly,"
"Can it wait?" he sounded out of breath.
"No, it can't, now hurry up,"
"Fine,"
There was a groan in the background.
"Yeah, okay," I said, slamming the door and sitting on the edge of my seat next to Percy in his sea-blue-green land rover. "Right, you know the forest where all the druggies hang out? You know, that one we used to play in as kids?" I added, looking at his confused expression. "Take me there, now,"
"Why do you need to go there?" he asked, starting the car.
"Because I do," I was practically standing up. "Who was that in the background when I called you?"
He went red, and I could practically see the truth written on his face. "Uhh, Annabeth wanted help studying-"
"Annabeth never needs help studying,"
"No, I wanted help studying and Annabeth-"
"Is that why you were out of breath then?"
"I had to uhh, run-"
"Where? To the door and back?"
"I'm a very unfit person," he protested.
"Sure," I said, lifting the bottom of his shirt and letting it drop again. "Sure,"
"I have bad stamina,"
"Is that why you were first in the school races the other day?"
"Yes it was,"
"Oh shit," I muttered. "Shit shit shit shit shit,"
"What?" Percy asked curiously. He must have thought I was- I had absolutely no idea what he might have thought I was doing. He might have thought I was in a rush to get drugs or something.
"Just hurry up," He was probably going to get murdered. Fuck, if he got murdered, I'd be questioned, they'd search my room for weapons and find my drugs, then they'd question me more, and find out about the warehouse and I'd be arrested for possession of drugs and vandalism and a suspected murderer since I would be at the scene. Or close to the scene. Everyone else would probably have fled.
I felt sick. Nausea enveloped me in its odd grasp of poison. I could feel my hands start to shake as all the possibilities of what could happen sunk in. My mother would be fined, when they found out how she neglected us, Jason would be taken away and be put in a foster home or something until he was old enough to move out. I'd never see him again. The thought was awful, despite all the fights we'd recently had.
I could see the forest from here. About fifty feet. "Okay, thanks, bye," I jumped out of the car before it had even had a chance to slow down.
As I descended down the muddy bank that led to the forest, I could hear voices. Their speech was slurred and child-like, proving they were drunk, and probably high, which would give off an bad vibe to most people, but since I was already in deep shit, I didn't think this would matter much put next to the rest of my life. The smell of strong alcohol engulfed me, along with many other scents, like grass and petrol and overused cologne. There was laughing and screaming and crappy music played through crappy speakers. It seemed to be rather a large gathering by the sound of it, and I could hardly imagine Nico fitting in there.
A fire was blazed up in the centre of the gathering, covering everything with either a slight glow or a thick coat of dark grey smoke, sometimes both. People were holding half empty cans of beer, wiping the ends of their cigarettes on random people's arms. There was smashed glass on the floor and I could see one person with a knife in his hand, twisting it around as if it were a toy. He had jet black hair and was wearing a white hoody. His skin was pale and looked leathery.
I scanned the area for Nico, seeing no sign of him. I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to whirl around. Nico. And a handful of other people too.
He looked confused. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked.
I stared at him, then at his friends, deciding not to embarrass him, since I had always hated it when people did it to me. "I dunno, I was just kinda like, bored, so I went out and then this turned up,"
"Well then," he said, handing me a cigarette. "I think you should smoke as many fags as possible and not go home 'till you pass out," he took out his lighter and lit it.