Saviours *HEROES OF OLYMPUS FANFIC*

Chapter 7 -Calypso

I regret standing up immeadietly.

I should of let him explain but I'm too proud and impulsive. I wanted him so bad though as soon as I saw him.

I'm ashamed I looked so desperate sitting in the cafe like I was waiting for him. At first I thought he just couldn't take a hint. Or that by saying we couldn't be friend he thought I wanted to be more than that.

I wish I had left when I had my mind made up about him, when I had told myself sternly that he wasn't different, that we couldn't be friends.

When I saw him in that cafe though, his dark brown eyes looking into mine, trying to be so gentle with me like I could break.
I thought I would break though, I had never surprised myself more than in that moment where my heart controlled my mouth rather than my mind.

He was clearly surprised to see me too though, A completely different guy to that poser in class, acting like everything was great, unflappable, always grinning like nothing could catch him by surprise.
But then I did.

I felt so broken when I first realised he wasn't there for me though, I felt stupid and needed to protect myself.

And just like that my mind and rationality was back in action. My heart was back under lock and key and the instinct to guard myself is what let those last words slide out, each like a knife slicing through him each time.

I had only known him a day, never had a proper conversation but most of what I had said had only hurt him.

My words stabbing him. I had to get out of there, it was too much. His face so hurt and sorry and ashamed. Like he was the one who needed to be apologetic.

I was so scared and guarded and in trying to protect myself from him I had only brought him pain.

I can't believe how cursed I am when it comes to people. If I'm too nice I only get hurt, but in trying not to get hurt I only feel mean, disgusted with myself and longing to be a different person.
One that Leo could love, someone perfect.
I roll my eyes and storm out of the cafe.

It's too late now. Too late for apologies. Too late to anyalise what I did wrong and promise to be better. Because no matter what I do, they never come back.
I've got so many halves of promises, that have long ago been broken and snapped in two.

I stand in the street for a good ten minutes but when I realise Leo isn't going to come running after me I try to get a grip. When the tears have stopped I fish my phone out of my bag and dial my foster mum.
It goes straight to voicemail and I hang up, I'll just catch the bus home.

My real mum left the picture a long time ago, when I was about four.
She left me with my dad who was a great father but as it turns out not a great person, he was sent to jail when I was ten.

Since then I've been in three temporary foster placements, and two 'permanent' placements.

The first of the two permenant placements had three children under the age of five. I guess they had only wanted me there as babysitting services. But as a twelve year old I was busy with friends and school.

After six months they decided it wasn't working out and I was put back into the system.

A month after that and I moved in with Jenna and Nicholas. They have a daughter who moved out the month I arrived. She calls them once a week but we only see her twice a year. If she calls whilst I'm around Jenna always puts me on to talk to her but it's always awkward because I'm kind of her replacement.

Living with Jenna and Nicholas works out great though, they're really rich and have a five bedroom house.

They really try and spoil me too, they're good people and I suppose they try and make up for everything I've been through.

They always get me the latest iPod and iPhone, and give me this huge allowance I never spend unless I have to. It's nice of them but I don't really need any of it.

The best thing though, is that they're never home. That sounds mean but I'm just not really a people person. Once a month Jenna makes us all go out to dinner together and that's enough for me. I guess part of it is that we don't exactly have a lot in common. I'm polite and thankful, but being left to my own devices is what I'm used too and prefer.

They're both workaholics who I sometimes go a week without seeing. They leave before I wake up and get back late at night. They both have office jobs in the city and each manage some company. It just means they spend a lot of time commuting, along with working long hours and often working overtime.

When my bus pulls into the bus stop I get my bus pass out of my pocket and show it to the driver, the bus is mostly filled with school kids, a few people I recognise from seeing around classes but no one whose name I would know.

My block is only ten minutes away so I just stand rather than fight for a seat.

When I get home I go straight up to my room and pull my school books out to get a start on homework, when something flutters out and lands on the floor. I reach down under my desk to pick it up.

It's been torn from a page in a notebook and has been folded in half. When I unfold it I recognise it immeadietly. I can feel my heart doing backflips as I stare at the blue ink drawing.

The drawing of a dragon.