Chapter 4: Will

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Vulgar Language/Slang

Why. That was like, my only question. I don't even know if it was a worse idea than a New York cab. But for some reason, I was dragged into the cab of the Gray Sisters by Nico, who was grinning like the stupidly handsome maniac he is. "Come on, it'll be fun!", his eyes were literally sparkling like shards of broken glass.

I laughed nervously, "I am really not sure 'bout this. It does NOT look safe. And as a doctor? It violates the clauses of the Camp Half-Blood Safety and Health Contract. But then again, nobody ever follows it..."

Nico held my waist and pecked my cheek. "Don't worry. It can't be worse than the ride to Tartar Sauce."

I was fuming, so I muttered under my breath,"Gamo se...". That's Greek for FU btw.

Inside the cab, the seats were grimy and disgusting as Geras. Nico just laid right back and looked at Wasp. "You're driving today? How do Tempest and Anger feel about that?".

Tempest bared her single tooth at Neeks,"What do you think 'my king'?".

Nico growled and leaned in close. "If you're not careful, I just might send you packin' to my dear old dad. How does that sound?".

Anger cackled and punched my shoulder, "Good idea! Hades' little Italian boy, huh? And who's this...", she sniffed the air like Mrs. O'Leary. "Aha! I smell sunshine. You must be Lord Apollo's son! He all back to normal now, right? 'Cuz I can't curse at him about knowing our crush anymore...".

"Who is it?", Nico implored.

"None o' your beeswax you - "

I had to butt in here, otherwise we were never going to leave. "First of all, Nico, they liked Ganymede until dad made that 'Honey, He Gay?' meme, and you 3 ladies? Can we leave now? Austin, Texas. Naomi Solace' house.".

"All right, the boy's right", yelled Wasp,"Let's roll!".

The car revved and it felt like my head was splitting apart. Nico just calmly snuggled up to me and smirked.

It was going to be one long/short ride.

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