Love the Impossible

Chapter 4 - Octavian's P.O.V.

"Why were you crying?" The sentimental voice inside of me (that I usually don't let speak) asked. Inwardly, I tell that voice to shut up but he/she doesn't listen.

"No reason, why were you crying?"

"I die and escape and tell me how fun that is" I retorted.

"Why were you bleeding?"

"I don't know. Why were you crying?"

"I'm not going to tell you, I know you don't care" Huh, it's weird but, for some reason, I do care. For some reason, it's majorly important to me. What is majorly important to me? Sentimental voice says 'anything that's important to her'. But I kick Sentimental voice and it shuts up for awhile. I'm not going to mention I've been hearing voices... Sentimental voice, Hades' voice in my dream, she'd probably think I'm insane.

Maybe I am...

"No, I don't care but, is it directly related to you leaving in a few hours?"

"Um... Yeah" she said "My dad is coming to pick me up and forcing me to go to London"

"Why?"

"I don't know"

"You didn't ask?" She freezes for a moment "You know, you should probably ask. You're treating this like it's some big bad thing it might just be like vacation... I mean you're going to London, that's kind of cool"

"You don't know my dad!" She snaps. Sentimental voice pokes angry voice and angry voice wakes up and takes over for a second.

"Yeah I don't know mine either!"

Octavian. You idiot, you don't tell people about that! TELLING PEOPLE THAT IS WEAKNESS. WHY WOULD THAT SLIP?

"Why don't you?"

"I was only four when I got sent to camp because my Augur abilities started showing up and my parents thought that made me a freak" WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING, YOU MORON?!

"Oh. Oh. Well... At least you had Camp Jupiter" she said, seeming... What's the word... Sympathetic? Shocked? Understanding? One of those three, maybe all of them, I dunno.

"Wow, you think I had friends"

"No one could be friends with you, you're too twisted" She didn't sound like she believed it though.

"They're the reason I'm twisted! I didn't want to be like this, I just wanted to fit in! I just wanted to be praetor..." I mutter. Why am I telling her all of this?

"Why was that so important? You could have lived, you could have changed and had friends and lived, if you hadn't been so obsessed with power"

"My mom was Praetor, okay? I wanted to show them I wasn't a freak loser like they thought" I turned away.

"Well, you're alive now. You can find another way to prove that you're not a freak loser"

"Yeah I guess you're right. Thanks." She looked surprised. So did I, I didn't expect to thank Miss paint-on-my-jeans for her words of wisdom and yet, here I am. I didn't know whether I would take her up on her offer to let me stick around. I looked around the cave as she told me about her dad. I listened, mostly. Part of me felt bad for her. Part of me wasn't paying attention, unlike the rest of me. I was distracted by a lot of things, being here, being alive, and the Sibylline books.

"You should take a shower. You kind of smell like you're still dead." Rachel tells me when she's done pouring out her heart and soul. Rachel confuses me, but I'm blushing too hard to voice that opinion. I've never blushed like this before... I go shower and she tells me she'll leave clothes for me in the bathroom.

After I shower I wrap myself in a towel and wait, still no clothes.

"Rachel?"

"Sorry, I have to go get some from someone, my stuff won't fit you, you're kind of a giraffe" I pouted. Just because I'm awkwardly tall doesn't mean she has to call me a giraffe. A few minutes later as my hair starts to dry she throws in some clothes. I put on the pants and shoes but draw my line at the shirt. However, I don't have time to protest, because while I get changed someone comes to get her, apparently her dad is here. I stare at the Camp Half-Blood shirt. I am not wearing that. I chase after her.

"RACHEL, I NEED A DIFFERENT SHIRT" I call. And then, I freeze because I realize I'm shirtless in the middle of Camp Half-Blood, completely conspicuous and exposed.

"Is that Octavian?" People whisper. I almost faint.