Julius Whaley's P.O.V.
"OK, and to finish this briefing..." Chiron trailed off, taking a look at the papers in his hands. It was the most boring thing ever! He had called all the Hermes kids and Legacies to discuss some important matter. That, basically, was hidden code to 'I got complains about your pranks and I'm looking into a way to stop them' "Everyone in the cabin, even the youngest ones, will attend to extra greek classes until you're controled" Cue to groans and some whining.
"Chiron, you can't do that to us!!" Leia complained, being the first one to spoke "She's so strict and we never learn anything from her!"
"Who's she?" I whispered to the closest sibling I had, which, in this case was, Dylan. He was 10 years old.
"She is the daughter of a son of Athena... She doesn't like pranks. Or jokes" he informed me. I nodded, as a thank you and focused on the argument the older campers were having with Chiron. But my mind was set on something else: the greek teacher.
If Dylan was right about her (which I doubt because if Dad could fool everyone when he was on diapers, Dylan can fool anyone), she was one of the many Legacies of Athena. Or, she could had ended with her mother's legacy. I just hoped it wasn't Bianca Jackson. Since she moved into Camp permanently, I decided to pull her a 'welcoming' prank, that resulted on me being in the Infirmary for 4 days. Now, everytime she sees me, she wants to repeat it all over again.
And, I won't allow it.
But, if it wasn't her, then I'll have my way with it...
~oOo~
"Julius... Julius, man! Wake up!!" John hit me with a pillow to wake me up. I woke up immediately and, because of a natural instinct, I had him under my body in less than 20 seconds "Dude, what the Hades?!" he complained, pushing me off him.
"Never wake me up" I recommended him, crawling back into bed. John was having none of that and pulled the sheets away "Hey!!"
"'Hey', a satyr's ass!! We're late for greek class and she is not that forgiven!!" I got up, quickly, putting on the first clothes I found at the edge of my bed. We ran to the 'school', because we can't call it a school per se. More like the 'building where campers have intellectual activities'. When we found the classroom, we took a peak and saw that she, whoever she was, was not there. So, we slipped in silence and sat in the back. Seconds after we slipped, the teacher arrived.
She was average high, nothing unique about that. Her hair was blonde with the root, brown. Either she dyed it or it was strangely natural like that. Her eyes were behind some stylish grey glasses and they were one grey and one brown? OK, that was insane! She was wearing a camp T-shirt and some shorts, which were appropriate, since we're in summer and their length is middle thigh.
"OK, class. We're gonna start" she announced, not turning to look at us. She quickly pulled out a marker and started to write on the white board "My name is Sophia, which you all know by your vast greek vocabulary means 'wisdom'" I heard some snickers near me and I was surprised to see a bunch of campers of Cabin 10 "Ava, next time you snort or snicker, try to do it outside my class" she said, not turning around to see who it was. The girl, Ava, gasped and turned bright red, busted "Does anyone else think this class is a waste of your precious time?" This time, she did turned around. Her eyes were blazing at us, like if she was daring us to challenge her. But (and, I'm pretty sure the only one who noticed) they also had a little hurt in them, like she didn't want us to leave.
"Well..." I ventured, and every eye turned to me "Is that, and I'm guessing here, why we're having greek classes when we already know greek?" Sophia raised an eyebrow, like if she was allowing me to go on "I mean, if greek comes naturally for us, shouldn't be that hard..."
"Oh, yeah?" she questioned me, smirking. A lot of people groaned around, and some even hit their heads with the table "Well, then, Mr..."
"Whaley" I completed for her.
"Alright, Mr. Whaley. If you, by the end of the class, any of you can speak alternating greek and english fluently, I'll talk to Chiron to suspend this class"
~oOo~
I couldn't do it.
No one could do it.
No one but Sophia.
"I can't believe you told them that!" A man voice floated in the wind as I was reaching my cabin. I saw Sophia standing there with a man. He was tallish, like her. His hair was blonde and he looked a mix between a geek and a jock. His eyes were absolutely grey, which made me realize he was a son of Athena.
"What should I've done, then, Dad?!" Sophia argued with him, looking ready to burst into tears "They think I'm a joke, that I'm super strict, that I shouldn't be there-"
"Sophie, sweety, don't think it much..." he soothed her "Why are you pushing too hard?"
"Because, they-"
"Forget about them" he told her, pulling her into a hug "This doesn't have to do with your Aunt Annabeth, right?" When Sophia didn't answer, he nodded "It has to do with"
"She taught this class before me when she was nine, I-"
"You're not a failure if you don't like to teach..." he stated "I'll take over for you"
"Really? Thanks, Dad!!" she hugged him tight.
~oOo~
Next class, Sophia wasn't there.
Instead, someone else was teaching the class. A certain tall man with blonde hair and grey eyes that, either way, made clear he didn't wanted to be mess with.
"Hello, guys. My name is Malcolm and I'm gonna be replacing Sophia" he announced. Everyone's face broke in a grin and he smirked "So, I hope you had buckled up, because Sophia's teaching was a walk in the park compared to me..."
That's how I met Sophia's Dad...
