𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ! [percy jackson]¹

𝐢. " i hate middle school dances " !

𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄   𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘   !

𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙿 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁   𝙾 𝙽 𝙴   !

( " 𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 " ! )

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

          "𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆."

The corners of Bianca's lips turned downwards in a frown, her dark eyes moving between the mirror in front of her and Antoinette's bored expression. She sat cross-legged on her bed, her dark hair thrown up in a carelessly-done bun with strands framing her face. Beside Antoinette, Ashton was lounging boredly, his gaze locked on the ceiling as he kept himself entertained by throwing and catching a worn tennis ball.

The younger girl set down the makeup brush she was using and turned her full attention to Antoinette. "I thought you loved having an opportunity to get all glamed up."

Antoinette held her hands up in mock surrender. "Don't get me wrong. I love being able to go crazy with glitter and glam, but this is just a school dance. A military school dance that will probably have horrible music and tacky decorations. I'd rather stay in the dorm than embarrass myself by showing up there."

There was a chuckle from beside her, followed by a louder laugh when Ashton got hit in the face by the tennis ball. Nico, who'd taken to lying on Bianca's bed on the other side of the room, was doubled over at the annoyed look on Ashton's face. His dark eyes were squinted with joy and his curls were falling across his forehead and into his eyes.

"You're being dramatic," Bianca stated plainly, resuming her makeup. "It would be more embarrassing for you not to show up than to show up and sit in the corner with me, Nico, and Ash."

Ashton sat up, rubbing his reddened cheek. "As much as I want to stay here, Bi's right. Plus, we can continue our party game. The one where we rate people's outfits and dance moves."

Antoinette grinned. "You mean the one that gives us an excuse to judge people?" Ashton nodded. "Cool, I'm in."

"Great!" Bianca stood up and walked over to Antoinette, taking her by the hands and tugging her to her feet. "Pick something out while I finish getting ready. I need you to do my hair, anyways."

Antoinette laughed as she was shoved over to her closet. "Okay, okay. Ash, Nico, wait outside while I get changed. We'll be out in ten."

Ashton shot Nico a look. "Which means 'thirty minutes' in girl code." Antoinette picked up a random shirt from her closet and threw it at Ashton, who dodged out of the way, his hands flying up in surrender. "All right, all right! We're going!"