Unknown Friendship

CH1 - Of Shoplifting and Hacking

This story is not mine.  This story is from fanfiction.net and I thought that it hasn't been touched in years to bring it to wattpad.

Originally written by: Unexplainable Contradiction

A/N: I DO NOT OWN PJO; RICK RIORDAN DOES. THANK THE GODS HE OWNS THIS, BECAUSE IF I DID, THE WORLD WOULD HAVE ALREADY ENDED.

Of Shoplifting and Hacking

Connor and Travis Stoll barged into the Big House, panting like weary dogs. Malcolm, in place of Annabeth, glared at them. "You're late," he said, checking his watch. "Three minutes and forty-three seconds late to be exact."

"We're sor—sorry. We came here as—as fast as we cou—could," Travis choked out, hands on his knees. "We ju—just got caught up in—in some bus—business." Travis heaved in one final breath of air, and then plopped down into a chair around the Ping-Pong table. Connor did the same to the right of him.

Clarisse smirked. "Oh, Travis, were you making kissy-kissy faces at Katie again?"

"No! He wasn't!" defended Connor. "Isn't Katie here anyway?" He looked around, and—there you have it—no Katie Gardner. "She isn't here."

Malcolm made a face. "Yeah, she's late. Again." He looked at his watch, counting the seconds that she was late. "And we can't start the counselors meeting without her. So I guess if she—"

Malcolm was cut off by a loud bang as the door was flung open. In pranced a smiling Katie Gardner, like there wasn't a care in the world. Like she wasn't about to be the first person in history to be killed by eyes, Malcolm's eyes.

"You're late—" Malcolm started, but he was cut off by a wave of Katie's hand.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. 'You're late by six minutes and fifty-seven seconds, Miss Gardner.' Well, I am not in a good mood today, so back off and take a chill pill."

That was a very sudden change of mood.

Malcolm's mouth open and closed wordlessly. After about ten seconds of this—by him and everybody else—Malcolm snapped his jaw closed with an audible click. "Well, you're right on one thing: you are late by six minutes and fifty-seven seconds. Now sit."

With a huff, Katie followed his oh-so-wondrous-command to the left of Travis. Suddenly, she snapped to full attention. "What, Katie?" Malcolm asked, irritated. "We have to start already."

"Two things actually. One: Where's Chiron?" Katie asked, her head swiveling around, as if Chiron were hiding in her ear.

Malcolm crossed his arms and smirked in triumph. "Chiron couldn't make it today, so he put me in charge of this counselors' meeting."

Clarisse stood abruptly, making her chair topple to the ground. "What?!" She slammed her knife into the table. "Chiron put you in charge? You're not even a real counselor for the gods' sake!" She tugged out her dagger and held it over her shoulder, ready to leap across the table and stab Malcolm in his big, fat head.

Will Solace quickly stood and tried to pry the deadly weapon from Clarisse's fingers while Jake Mason—who was in charge until Leo got back from his suicide mission, because Leo would come back—attempted to shove Clarisse back into the seat he had set back up for her. Maybe Jake could even tie her to the seat. All he needed was some rope, or even better, some wires. With enough, that stuff was practically indestructible. Of course, there wasn't going to be enough, not if he wanted to work on his new invention, a peanut butter and jelly spray gun that the Hermes cabin was paying him to build. Man, he needed that money. He could buy so much with it...