{1} Princess - P. Jackson 🔱

"Let me tell you something."

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I was anxious.

It was expected to be this nervous, you know, once you have a not so normal life but normal enough for you to be already used to it.

You get what I mean?

Like, as I stepped out of the plane, not having a cellphone to communicate with was what made things quite hard. I didn't know where my father was, where I would meet him, and the thoughts of not being able to find him that easily were pounding on my mind.

With my Brazilian passport, I didn't had to wait in line to know if I was going to be able to enter the Country. My line was fast and I went straight ahead to the bathroom before getting my suitcase. My eyes were red, the perfect indication that I have barely slept and drowned myself in tears.

I had cried for the most part of the flight. Suffocating myself in my hoodie as I tried to process the events during this year.

In less than a year we had Annabeth being kidnapped, I had met Nico and Bianca, we went on a quest and Zoë and Bianca didn't come back. After that we went to school, where my situationship with Perseus went on a roller coaster ride.

He always stressed me out with his way of being. At first I thought he was such a brat with that face of his, his comments and sarcasm all the time. Later I learned that he just has a resting bitch face, like he thinks everything around him is ridiculous and unnecessary. But my opinion was already formed, he was indeed convinced of himself. He felt like he needed to be the hero all the time, getting involved in fights that sometimes weren't even his.

But then something clicked inside of me and I started to see him like a boy. A tall, lean and tanned good looking motherfucker.

I tried to stay away, I really tried. But things didn't help much, he didn't help much.

He was always there, so near me and provoking at everything I did. So it started to grow. These feelings that I looked up to with such admiration in others started to develop inside of me. And suddenly they didn't look so cool. They were confusing, they made you do things without thinking.

Then our relationship started to go from not friends to somehow friends. We talked and joked with each other but in the end there was always a little bit more than that.

You know, I should have thrown myself out of that plane when I had the chance.

In the middle of that we had a battle against Kronos/ Luke and his army. Campers were lost that night, and instead of being there with the rest I had to leave.

I inhaled deeply, pulling my suitcase with me as I walked through the automatic doors that separated the Airport from the area of arrivals. Looking around trying to find his face in the middle of the crowd, I only saw a sign written 'Maria Sinclair.' The letters were big enough for me to identify easier, I had to stand only for a minute to read it.

But it wasn't him. A dark haired boy wearing jeans and a Vasco Jersey was waiting for me. He was typing on his phone quickly with one hand while smiling about something, glancing up to see his surroundings but going back to the phone again.

Lucas was taller than I thought by seeing him by Iris messages, maybe even taller than Percy. His skin was brownish, his figure muscular from the gym probably but just enough for the girls to like it. He had a piercing on his ear, his hair short but with a bang hiding his forehead, his eyes were dark, contrasting with the silver piercing he had on his left eyebrow.

I walked in his direction, gripping tightly on my suitcase. I adjusted my glasses, that by now you know it's actually heartstopper—my sword, and pulled down the cap from the hoodie.