"Let Poseidon Drown Me." A PJO Oc Fanfic.

[8] More Friends, More Foes.

(A/N: Some cruel swearing :3)

As Luke kind of trained me to the bone, I started to pant and wheeze every time I would have to keep fighting the older boy, it was getting exhausting having to keep up with such a skilled trainer. I may hate Luke, but holy cow, that guy could kill someone if he wasn't careful. "Luke— Can we take a break? I'm dying..." I pleaded, my head light and legs begging to lie down, but when I looked up at Luke for an answer, all I saw was a sly grin. "What? Wanna quit already, shortstack?" He teased again, the smile on his face making me want to punch him straight in the jaw.

Also, I'm not that short, me and Marceline are the same height. If anything, I was up to Luke's chin. Shortstack does not suit me.

I frowned, and before I even knew it, I lifted my wielded arm up and gone to attack Luke in the face. I would've succeeded if it weren't for someone to cut in, more specifically, a pair of arms wrapping around my torso. "Boo!" They exclaimed, giggles escaping their lips as they attempted to scare me. I turned and lowered my weapon, "Hi, Marcie."

Marceline laughed as she let go of me. She looked comfortable in her new clothes. I noticed that she kept her beaded bracelet on her wrist, and that her hair was up instead of down. However, the thing I've noticed most about her change was that she seemed to have makeup on her face, which is odd, for she never really wore makeup. I pointed to her face, ignoring Luke again, and she seemed to have caught on to what I was going to say, "I got a makeover with the Aphrodite girls!" The girl exclaimed with an excited look. I mean, that makes sense she would immediately go to befriend the Aphrodite children, Aphrodite was her favourite Goddess.

I smiled and gave her a thumbs up at the makeover. I never really got makeup, but whatever made Marceline happy, I didn't mind. I heard Luke comment from behind me, which naturally made me roll my eyes, "You look gorgeous, Marcie." I just knew he smiled at Marceline, for I saw her look down with a giddy smile on her lips. I couldn't believe that Luke called her the nickname that I called her not even five minutes ago.

As I stepped down from the training ground, I let Marceline lead, giving her my sword. I was thankful that she came along just in time, because I think if she didn't, then Luke would work me out until my thin arms gave out. I watched at Luke and Marceline fought one another, but I noticed how much softer he went on her, as if letting her hit him at least once or twice each round before going back and practicing on how to improve.

I sat on the side with a bored expression as the ache from my bones faded away. I began biting at my already rugged and calloused nails while waiting for something interesting to happen, like Luke being properly knocked down or Marceline 'accidentally' punching him. Luke then nodded to Marceline and praised her about her skills, then saying something about needing to go get some bow and arrows for our next training. I just hope he tripped on the way there or something, anything to cure my boredom.

However, I wished I didn't say anything at all, for when Luke left, three kids made their way over to us. Immediately, I saw Marceline frown and hold the wooden sword in her hand a bit tighter, already a bad sign. I rose from the ground and stood by Marceline's side, obviously not liking the look of things.

There were two boys on the side of one girl, but she was kind of ripped, as buff as Marceline maybe. She had slightly lighter skin and black curly hair that rivered down to her elbows, maybe a little above. She was pretty, I'll admit it, but the type of pretty that made you feel intimidated, like you need to bow down. The ravenette girl then shoved Marceline harshly, almost knocking my sister down to the ground, "So you two are the 'Chosen Ones?' What a pathetic bundle." The bully snarled and laughed, her two little goonies joining her.

I couldn't help but storm up to her and shove her in return. I know, I shouldn't let people get in my head, but it's so hard when they do such idiotic things like picking on my sister for no reason! "Piss off, bugeyes. We didn't do anything to you." I spoke back without thinking. Bad, horrible, terrible, decision. This girl could probably kick me to the moon and back yet not even flinch.

The older girl's attention was brought onto me, and without hesitating, she grabbed me by my collar and pinned me onto the tree I was previously leaning against, "Did you say something, dummy? Learn your place before I bash it into your thick head, you British losers." She threatened. I stared back at her with the same glare. Also, I wasn't even British! I'm bloody Australian! God, how I wanted to punch her for her obliviousness and for her barking in my face. "Fuck off, 'ya cunt! I ain't even British!" I yelled at her, my eyes never faltering from hers.

Before any more foul threats could be exchanged, I saw Luke walk in and grab the girl by the shoulder, pulling her away from me, "That's enough, Clarisse. It's their first day." He warned, his eyes now much harder when he looked at the curly haired teen. Wow, what a hero (a dumb one). The girl, 'Clarisse', looked at me, then Marceline, and then finally, Luke. She huffed and let me go, but not before mouthing the words, 'Just you wait', to me. The girl then left, alongside her sidekicks.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding before turning to Marceline, who was now wiping the dirt off of her jean shorts. I turned to Luke with a proud smile, but I was only met with a warning look, and that made me look down immediately, covering my lips on instinct. "You have got to work on that mouth of yours, Shortstack." Luke commented offhandedly as he handed us our bows for more training.

Yeah, well it's harder than it looks, idiot.