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To put into words all the emotions swirling through Drea's mind would require a literary genius to write a new word for her emotional state right now.
"You can't be a half-blood too.."
"Don't go thinking you're so special." Aria spat.
Her face seemed to almost appear offended, like she was upset Drea couldn't believe that she too was a demigod.
It was really that hard to be believe? Screw her.
For years, Aria was spiteful of how Drea had left and she was the only person left who cared for what remained of their family. Why did Drea get to run away to what Aria thought was a make-believe world? She had never believed in anything to do with the 'gods' in the first place.
But their brother, Ezra, believed it. Their mother had told them about Drea's father which is why she was inclined to leave when the time came.
Aria even believed Drea to be dead for a while.
But Drea's world had been flipped around for the better (for the most part) many years ago. She built a beautiful life for herself at camp, in spite of her family. Drea knew she would lose it all if Aria stayed.
If Aria were to come to camp permanently, she would ruin everything. She'd ruin her new life like she had her old one. Drea was lucky enough to have her father's side of the family and the world he provided her.
Just by the look of her, next to Luke, she knew. Drea knew she'd ruin everything all over again, maybe even worse. She wouldn't get so lucky again to have somewhere else to escape to.
"You can't be here!"
"Drea, she's a half-blood. She deserves to be here just like you and me. Just like everybody else." Luke replied firmly.
Gods, the only reason he was defending her was because he had no idea who she really was.
"Why would you bring her here? That's not your place!" Drea yelled at him. She refused to look at her sister.
"Drea, please." Luke pleaded with her.
She refused to comply with his ask and turned around swiftly on her feet. All around them a game of Capture the Flag was still taking place, and she still needed to check in on Percy. Drea figured that focusing on anything else besides what was going on would help.
