Nightshade's Secret

Chapter 8

Aqua

Never mind Asher, although he was SO CUTE there are more important things to cover.

We walked into the big house and circled around a ping pong table.

There was a chubby man reclining in a leather chair, wearing a leapord print jogging suit as a couple Satyrs skipped nervously around him, offering him grapes.

(Yes Marin, I know some Greek myths too.)

We waited a few minuets in awkward silence, but it quickly passed when about 20 kids came in the room.

Some looked pissed off, eyeballing me and Marin as if to say "do one thing to tick me off, and you'll regret it."

Other campers looked welcoming, and flashed me some polite smiles. Others just looked plain board.

I spotted Asher and quickly looked away. I don't know why but I was suddenly self conscious of my appearance, I probably looked awful.

I was fidgeting with my shirt, and sliding my hands over my braids nervously.

No guy has ever made me feel like this before. I mean, yeah sure, I've looked at guys and thought "eh he's cute I guess." But I never cared about my appearance, as long as it was good enough for me then I was fine, but suddenly good enough for me wasn't good enough.

I immediately felt stupid, for thinking about how much I liked this guy after only meeting him a few minuets ago. He probably hasn't even given me a second thought, he probably has better things to do, and I'm sure he has a girlfriend.

That thought stung a little but I just pushed all those unnecessary feelings aside because I felt stupid about it and I needed to figure out what was going on because this "camp" freaked me the hell out but for some reason my dad wanted me here.

If he didn't want me here, I would've bolted but something told me I had to stay, and I couldn't just leave Marin.

All the campers kept whispering at each other and glancing at me and Marin which made me feel awkward and self conscious.

Asher stared at me intently, his grey eyes examining me as if to decide what he thought of me.

Which made me even more self conscious.

Chiron kept shushing everyone but they kept talking because he was in a deep conversation with the guy in the recliner.

I started to doze off mentally, drumming my fingers on the table. I wasn't really listening to anyone in particular, but off to my left I heard a male voice, it sounded like he was saying; "I know right! It's so weird that she has a different last name then her siblings, like a doubt they're even related." The voice to the left said.

I moved my gaze in that direction, "what?" I asked, loud and clear.

The whole room was silent, every eye on me, but I didn't bother to even notice, because I was offended, and there was no way I was letting it go that easily.

The kid who said that stumbled backward; "um, I just said that-"

"That you can't be related to someone if they have a different last name?" I cut him off, "that's not your place to say, first of all, and you don't get to decided who that person is related to because you are not them, I find that offensive because I have a different last name then the rest of my family and I can assure you that I'm 100% related to them, why don't you look at their birth certificate."

In a way I think all that anger I shot at that kid was me letting out all my anger I've been holding in for so long, I mean can you blame me? I was an emotional wreck. I just feel bad for anyone who had to deal with me that day.