Maiden Grim | A Pjo Fanfic

Chapter 11: We Visit The Junkyard Of The Gods

N/A: Before you start reading, I'd like to apologize in advance to any readers who speak Arabic cuz I certainly do not and had to use an online translator for this. I'm sorry for how I'm about to butcher the language😫😭

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Even the deliciousness of a taco de asada didn't help her mood. Isra sat on a half-buried, sideways oil drum, watching the limo in the distance. She angrily picked at her cuticles and muttered in Arabic under her breath.

Isra felt a presence approach from behind her. Her head whipped around, and she saw Bianca walking toward her on surprisingly stealthy feet. Her (old) friend froze like a deer in headlights.

She waved awkwardly. "Hi."

Isra scowled and turned, munching on her taco moodily. Bianca sighed and saddled up to Isra, holding an empanada and lemonade in either hand.

Bianca took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

Isra quietly traced the welding patterns of the oil drum. "What for?" she mumbled.

Her friend carefully sat next to her atop the drum. "I-I took out my frustration on you. And that wasn't fair. I was being a jerk."

Isra sighed and peeked at her through her loose hair. "You weren't exactly wrong though. I should've told you. I just...I didn't know how. You were...always around the Hunters. And I just...didn't know how to cut in."

Bianca winced. "We haven't had much time to ourselves, huh?"

She shook her head. "You're with them now. I get it." She grinned. "Even if it breaks my heart, seeing you making out with other girls, we'll always have Vegas—"

Bianca blushed like mad. "Shut up!" She shoved Isra and almost made her fall off. She tugged her back. "Sorry."

Isra cackled. "Your face!" She poked her cheek.

Bianca slapped her hand away. Her ears red. "Stop it!"

"You're so red! Aw, its cute Zoë make you so—"

She didn't get to finish that sentence because Bianca started beating her up.

After a slap-fight, they leaned their shoulders against one another and finished up their food.

"Nico and I are going to miss you," Isra said quietly. "You'll visit, right? For the brat."

"Of course," she promised. "I'll even drop by cabin 11 to see your ugly mug."

They snickered.

Bianca passed her the lemonade and Isra drank the last of it. "That stuff you said, about your godly parent. Does it really, like, bug you?"

"I-I don't know," she admitted. "I mean, I've got the Hunters now, but it still hurts, you know. Knowing Nico and I were trapped at the Lotus Hotel the whole time, and our father, whoever he is, probably put us there."

Isra nodded solemnly. "I know how you feel."

"Yeah..." Bianca sighed. "Godly parents suck."

"Ameen," she raised the empty lemonade.

Bianca giggled. "Come on." She grabbed Isra's hand. "Let's go join the others before they think we murdered each other."

Isra snorted. "Alright."

When Percy finished his divine chats, Ares finished snapped his fingers, and a cloud of red dust engulfed the junkyard.