The Evolution of Darkness (TMI and PJO Clash) [COMING VERY SOON]

And So it Begins: 2

Dedicated to @pink3ombies for being like my other half that likes to say "lol" and "..." and for making the amazing cover. Clearly, the covers I make myself are mortifying compared to the ones she makes. :) 

P.S. AND THANK YOU FOR THE TWO COVERS YOU MADE FOR "Hello, My Guardian Angel"! Love you so much for the motivation you gave me by saying that the books that are popular on Wattpad are mostly crap. Lol.

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Jessie

          Come to think of it, yesterday was awful.

          The morning started off really epic, and it didn’t hurt for Jace getting pwned like a boss, but the evening…oh my Gods, was indescribably awful. Oh, awful!

          Why did I have to be the one hit in the nose? Pourquoi? Why? And did it have to be the Friday when the Shadowhunters come? Especially the Friday when Alec Lightwood decides to stop by?

          Not that I like him. I just wanted to give him an impression. Now, it’s ruined. Zeus, kill me.

          My nose was still running a thin stream of blood. For God knows how many times I wiped it roughly, it’s still flowing. Like a rebelling faucet, I think savagely, and then my brain starts filling up with practicality: If my nose was really a faucet that’s malfunctioned, wow, wouldn’t that increase my hydroelectricity bill? If I was living by myself as a mortal kid, I would’ve had to spend all my mortal money and still be in debt…wait, but my two-hundred-and-forty-something bucks won’t do. The bills are more expensive than that. And if I don’t have enough money and I don’t have any relatives to borrow money from – that is, if they lend me the ka-ching I need -…do I go to Juvie? The Juvenile Detention Centre? That would not be fun…

          I reckon you are giving me the funny look. I am a child of Athena, so I think I use my brain a lot more than others; and personally, I’d like to say I lean towards the practical side of everything, which is sometimes funny. For example, my friend Amillia and I were in a conversation for what seemed like ages ago, so I only remember the last bit of the conversation:

          “So you’re going to mail me to China in a box?” she asked.

          I think about it. “No,” I decided, “the shipping’s too expensive.” When that came out, it actually sounded silly, but my statement was honest.

          My mind runs on like that sometimes.

          I’m still sitting on the ground, feeling dazed and nauseous. But then, I see the Ares kids coming towards  Chiron. Reasonably, being Jessie Tu, I won’t allow myself being humiliated and called a coward. So, I drag myself to a standing position, wobbling like a gentle breeze can topple me like a domino. That causes blood rush to my brain, making me dizzy for agonizing seconds. When the dizziness finally ceases, I glance at Chiron, who is deep in thought, looking extremely troubled. I knew I cannot ask him to tend to me as a camp medic should, since he was so stressed at something. Breathing out through my nose unsuccessfully (for it was still running) in resign, I pinch it shut and trudge to the infirmary.

          I hover at the doorway, peering inside. There are few patients inside, and all are sleeping. I know I should knock before I go in, but being too impatient and seeing no reason why I should bother with that, I stalk to a random patient’s nightstand and pluck a bunch of Kleenexes to my nose. The blood quickly soaks it. Sighing, I grab a bunch more and head outside the infirmary, jogging to my cabin.