Perianca Stories

Titan's Curse AU (Discontinued)

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10917324/1/Titan-s-Curse-AU

I swear my mom must hate me. Which is a real shame, because she's really pretty cool. For a parent, anyways.

Normally, I wouldn't say that mom hates me at all. Really, she's probably the best parent ever, but as soon as she gets nervous . . . well, for her, nervous means talkative, and talkative means embarrassing baby stories.

And really, whether or not I ever tried to eat a bar of soap thinking that it was candy bar isn't any of Annabeth's or Thalia's businesses.

I know Grover needs our help, something about a demigod being watched by a monster, but the six hours it took us to drive to his new school (in Maine. What New Yorker goes to school in Maine?) were about as fun as an afternoon in Hades.

And I would know.

"Is this it?" I asked loudly. And no, I wasn't trying to interrupt my mom's story. Well, I was, but I really did see the building where we were meant to meet Grover. And what a building it was.

It was pretty tall, about five floors, but more impressive than that, it was just plain massive. Each floor was about the size of a city block, and considering that it was on the edge of a cliff and ringed by a forest, it looked even bigger than it really was.

Oh, and it was a castle. Why can't I go to school in a castle? Then again, the fact that it's a military school pretty much cancels out the cool factor of the castle. I guess my school's pretty okay, after all.

"I hope it is," Thalia replied. "Grover said there aren't any other buildings for miles."

"Thanks, Thalia," Annabeth chimed in.

"I'm here to help."

"That's it," my mom confirmed, clearly hoping to prevent an argument. Considering who she was in the car with, not likely. "I followed the instructions exactly." While she was talking, mom stopped the car in front of the school.

"Cool, well, we should get going. Thanks for the ride!" Alright, that was cold. I admit it. But hey, you try spending six hours listening to your mom telling two of your best friends all about what a cute baby you were and see how you feel.

My mom, of course, saw right through me. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

It's really hard to hold a grudge against her when she does her "worried parent who just wants to make sure her only son and his friends will be okay, but they all put themselves in so much danger, and its so hard to watch them go" routine. I can feel my annoyance going away.

"You know better than to worry, mom," I lied.

"I guess I do," she lied back. I'm not sure why we even bother anymore; we see right through each other.

"Thank you, Mrs Jackson," Annabeth said politely.

"Yeah, thanks," Thalia added.

My mom waited until we had closed the door to pretend to drive off. Really, though, she just drive far enough so that we won't hear the engine. She probably wouldn't leave for another hour, just in case we needed anything.

As soon as we stepped into the school, we were greeted by a series of very aggressive hugs and, in my case, a high five that just my hand stinging for the rest of the evening. "Thank gods you made it!" Grover bleated in between greetings.

We caught up for a few minutes in the entrance . . . room. I didn't really know what to call it, actually. Annabeth probably would, not that I'm stupid enough to ask her. I know better than anyone that when she starts talking about architecture, she has no idea when to stop.