The Blessings of Hecate [Abandoned]

Jason Is Not a Happy Camper

Chapter Eighteen: Jason Is Not a Happy Camper
Piper's P.O.V.

LET'S JUST SAY JASON was not a happy camper. He was angry that he couldn't know about our quest, due to the fact that Chiron kept it a secret just within the counselors who were present at the meeting in which the quest was issued. On the other hand, without hearing from me in four months, he was at least, at the bare minimum, happy to see me alive.

But once he got over the fact that I am indeed not dead(yet), I know he'll be upset. Typically, Jason is a cool boyfriend. We never get into fights. But the way he looked at me when I had arrived.... Concern, curiosity, and angst showed in his eyes.

I definitely knew that look well. It's the look my father wore the day he discovered I stole the BMW. A look I had hoped I would never see again. As the rest of the counselors flood the exits of the Big House, Jason and I sit still at the table.

"Piper, I know you were on your quest," he says, "but you can tell me if there is a reason why you didn't try to communicate with me any sooner."

"There isn't," I reassure him, "A girl tends to get busy struggling to keep up with magical school work, dream diaries, having to learn to actually writing with a quill on parchment(which is more difficult than it seems, by the way), normal school drama, ghosts, horrid teachers that look like toads, illegal defense clubs, and trying to keep my real demigod identity a secret."

Jason laughs, "Well if you put it like that...."

"I know," I say, "wizarding schools sound boring."

"At least you get to do more than just go between camps building alters, cabins, and temples."

"Jason, I really-"

At that moment the door to the rec-room opens again. There stands Mr. D in his usual, loud tiger-striped shirt.

"Penny, John, the meeting's over. What the Hades are you two doing in here? Get out!"

Jason and I could both tell that he wasn't in the mood, so we quickly left.

"I guess I should go back with my Cabin now," I say.

"Yeah," Jason shrugs, "See you later, I guess?"

"Sure," I smile at him, "My pleasure."

I make my way back to my cabin. By the sun in the sky I could tell it was about half past four. Telling the time using the sun was a skill I learned at a young age. It was something Grandpa Tom would always amaze me with. That and the stories he would tell me made our time more special....

Since it was Thursday, I kept to my cabin's schedule by heading to Javelin Throwing. It feels like it's been so I've been able to walk free. No horrible black robes and Katopris in my belt so I can stroll past the comforting strawberry fields. Home sweet home.

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I was expecting more. The small clearing where Javelin Throwing was usually held was nearly deserted. Could I possibly be in the wrong place? I didn't think that much would've changed between now and the time that I left.

"Piper!" a voice calls. I look to see a thin girl with braided pigtails down to her shoulders freely holding a javelin.

"Lacy?" I ask. The last time I had seen my half sister she had been almost three inches shorter, paler, and she hadn't had her braces taken off.

"I didn't know you were coming back today!" she says excitedly, "I mean, I expected you to be back for the holidays, but I didn't know when exactly. This is just so great! So where have you been? There are rumors about you and the other four fleeing to Australia but I thought that was a little ridiculous. So how long are you going to be staying? Oh I just-"