Thin lines

Chapter 2

Nico:

"-and then all the soda came running out of his nose!" Nathan exclaimed laughing. I couldn't help but laugh too. I swear the things my friends get into! As we walked out of Ms. Dodds room I saw my sister Hazel,"I'm going over to Piper's house after dance rehearsal! So don't wait up! Also feed Airion for me!" She yelled energetically from across the hall. I nodded at her and started to walk away when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned on guard only to find Chiron our schools principle,"Nico, may i have a word with you?"

"Uh, ya, sure." I said rather awkwardly.

"uh, see ya later Nico." Ethan called as he took off down the hall. I sighed and turned back into Chirons office. Taking  a seat in front of his desk, whilst twirling my thumbs.
"So what'd ya call me in for Chiron?" He took a seat, looked through some papers thenturned to meet my gaze fully.
"I'd prefer for you to call me Mr. Chiron, Mr. Di Angelo,"
"Nah Chiron sounds better." I said with a smirk.

 He smiled,"Very well," his smile faded,"Now let's get to why I have called you in here, I've gotton word that you broke another students nose?"

I lowered my gaze to the ground,"He deserved it! He called my sister a slut and threatened my bike! My BIKE for cryin out loud! And this is after I confronted him about harassing Nathan!" Chiron sighed,"Nico. He may have deserved it. And I know how much you love your bike... And your sister. But violence isn't the answer," He took in a deep breath,"I know of your past, and I know you have it a little tough and are going through some things but this simply cannot go over looked. This is the THIRD time something like this has happened with you involved. So, starting tomorrow and every Friday after that, you will meet with Percy Jackson to tutor him."
"What?! You can't be serious?! You couldn't have chosen a better meat head huh?-"
"Nico!" I stiffened and immediately silenced.
"Nico I know you don't like this but it will benefit you both. Percy is a good kid. An influence I think you could benefit from. He isn't that bad and from what I hear is friends with your sister, Hazel. And trust me he probably isn't very fond of this idea either. This is final so... SUCK IT UP!"I sighed, why me? Well I mean I know why, but like why him? I know for a fact Percy doesn't like me. He's like everyone else who doesn't talk to me because of who I associate with. They all liked me just fine before, they just can't see past the "reject" title they've all seemed to adopt. Oh well I guess I really have nothing to lose. Plus he's one of Hazels friends, if she hears I was rude to one of them she'll have my head."fine," I finally say."I'll do it."
"That's the spirt!" He said with a triumphant smile.
.......time skip.........

I was sitting in the horse stables of my home when my phone buzzed
Hazel:
Did you feed Airion?

Nico:
Yes

Nico:
You would have killed me if I didn't

Hazel:
What? Me? Never! I'm not that mean that I would kill my brother!

Hazel:
I would have simply maimed you :)

Nico:
Awe that's so sweat

Nico:
Will you be home for dinner?

Hazel:
Ya gtg bye!

Nico:
Bye

I looked up to see my brother, Thanatos,"Father wishes to see you." I rolled my eyes at his formalness. I nodded and got up to leave, giving Airion an apple on my way out.
I arrived at my fathers office in what seemed to be the middle of a conference call. So I waited in what Hazel and I like to call the "death stance" My father expects his children to be sophisticated and professional at all times(AKA when we are around him and guests). It requires that we stand with our head held high, back straight, men's hands in back women's in front, on guard for all orders and commands from Hades and Persephone, and... To stare at everyone in the room with our signature family death glare... A look as if everyone in the room is a poor helpless soul who had the inconvenience of falling into your realm and are now groveling at your feet and are begging for your forgiveness as if they have spilled a fruit smoothie on you or something and know that on a single whim you could send them to the depths of Tartarus its self for an eternity and should be happy to be  graced with your presence at all... In other words act as if you rule the freaking world. It's a nice way to look at things... It adds a lot of intimidation to your character and has gotten a lot of things done in the business world. It makes people instantly want to please you even if it's supposed to be the other way around. It's why most people are afraid of our family, we all look like we are going to eat their face! Also once you got the hang of it, the more fun you can get out of it. Just shoot one of these bad boys at someone and watch them squirm! Plus our eyes help. People have always raved about the Di Angelo family's eyes. My father's eyes are black as coal, but, they aren't flat, they are full of... well, Madness. He can send threats through his eyes and have them boar into your soul with a single glance. My step- mother, Persephone, her eyes have warm colors in them with specks of yellow, gold, black, and brown that some how come to an all in all violet color that completely and utterly looks cold to the touch. She can send a dark, stone cold, and judging glance your way without a second thought. My brother, Thanatos are cold and grey with specks of gold and green. While calming and inviting colors, starring at them for to long makes you feel as if you are falling deeper and deeper and an abyss where what lies at the bottom is a fate worse than death, its so alluring... It's terrifying. Hazel? Well my sisters eyes are quite strange. They are abnormally bright and golden with linings of hazel, and flecks of dark brown and with a rim of black to highlighted . It can me the vary definition of warmth and loving, a hot chocolate on a cold winter day. But in an instant can turn into a cold lump of metal capable of tearing you apart, putting you back together and ripping you apart again with out a second thought. With you having little to no sense of the actual complete and utter chaos that lies beneath the surface. As for my eyes? I've been told my eyes change with my mood. My can turn coal black, just as my fathers. They are able to make the room a degree colder with a single glare and make you freeze in your tracks as they swallow you whole. They have just a twinge of the madness my father has. But they say when I smile my face brightens up. They say my eyes turn a deep chocolate brown that seem to smile with me. They say they are deep and warm, like melted chocolate with golden sprinkles. But one thing they say about our eyes other than they are completely different and defy the laws of genetics, is that they all seem to have a same fucked up past. Where we have shed to many tears, shared too many fake smiles, and stood to long in the cold. Honestly I think people are reading to much into it, I mean they're just eyes. I'm sure people are just trying to find an excuse as to why they're so scared in the Di Angelos pressence. I know all that crap about "the eyes are a window into your passed and soul" but, really? Even if it is, it's our past, not theirs so they should mind their own business. And before you ask, yes they are natural, we doe not wear some weird ass contact lenses! To me my mothers eyes are purply-pink, my fathers black, my sisters gold, my brothers grey, and mine are plain old brown. But... Right now, with my father yelling into the phone... I can see why some might be intimidated.
"I DONT CARE ABOUT THE WEATHER! I WANT MY STOCK THERE BY TOMORROW! DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE SPEAKING TO?! THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS! GOOD DAY SIR!" He slammed his phone down affectively hanging up. He rubbed his eyes, looked at me, and sighed.
"You called me in sir?" I said in an as even tone as possible.

"Nocolas, yes, yes, I hear your birthday is coming up. Is this true?"

"Yes. It is true. January 28th."

"Ah, I see. Well you won't mind if we don't have a celebration in place right?"

"Of course."

"I'll just get you some of those myth- something cards you love so much"

"Thank you Hades."

"You are dismissed."
I walked out and saw Hazel.
"Hey when did you get here?" She smiled.

"I didn't want to be late to dinner! Gods only knows what will happen."
I nodded and we proceeded to our side of the mansion and into our rooms. I looked in my closet and picked out one of my many dress shirts and ties.
Mother always liked it when we dressed up for dinner...
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There you have it! The seconded chapter! There's a lot of things I left in said but I'll clear it up later. It will all come together, you'll see!
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