Demi-Goddess (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Library Battle

Northville High was the biggest competitor against Goode High, but never have the varsity basketball team loss to them.

I ran down the court, feeling more alive than ever. A full crowd, stomping legs, and shouts, but my eyes never left the ball.
Defense.
Defense.

They chanted so loudly I thought the bleachers would crumble under all their stomping.
A tall senior, about 5'9, was coming my way.

I'm not short, a pretty good 5'4 if you ask me, but in this situation I felt so tiny.

She charged with the ball, somehow without double dribbling, and she rose at the 3 pointer line, and my attempt to block the ball was futile.
Northville, 63.
Goode, 60.

I looked over at my teammates before the ball was passed in. Their thoughts were probably all like,
can't believe she let that one fly.
Or, she's too short for this team.

I try, okay. And kids, take my advice. As long as you try, you'll feel accomplished. And a little sad if you wasted your time with trying...okay I'm not helping.

My teammate passed the ball down the court, to Charlie.

See, here's the perfect example.

Charlie's this sort of chubby, thick girl with glasses and strangely masculine pigtails, but she's one of our most aggressive players.
I have a theory that she believes basketball is a women version of football.

She plowed right into the opposite team's player, and I could've sworn she caught some major airtime.

The whistle blew for a foul, and right after that for a time out by my coach.

We huddled tightly into a circle, but there was no way we could block out our coach's screaming voice. He was mad, like all the time.
There it was again. My mind drifted as I caught a glimpse of Grover on the top of the bleachers, waving frantically at me. His eyes were wide,
probably from Charlie's aggressiveness.

"TERRA!", the coach growled, and snapped me to reality.

"YOU'RE ON THE BENCH.", he said, and I didn't question him. If I did, I probably wouldn't have a head anymore.

I sat quietly, sweating and tired, while the cheering around us intensified.

One of our best players attempted a shot, but air balled badly. Maybe I'm just bad luck or something, but we can't lose this game. I looked over to my coach, ready to annoy him until he puts me back in the game, but then I went still as I saw Mr.Blofis speaking with him a few yards away from the bench.
I turned away just as I made eye contact with Blofis.

Why can't he leave me and my grades alone? I shook as my sweat turned cold.
Suddenly, an amazing half court shot by Charlie swished the basket.
Northville and Goode tied at 63.
I wanted to do some backflips, but my excitement ended there.

"You're excused from the game.", Coach muttered with his arms crossed.
"Wha-"
"GO SEE MR.BLOFIS, NOW GET OUT."
I didn't question him. I still wanted my head.

I walked to the locker room, changed into a light grey basketball crewneck and jeans, then left.
I walked down the empty halls, muttering to myself.
What did I even do to him?
Why does he hate me so much?
Then it clicked. Tonight was Parent teacher conferences.
I checked the time.
8:45 pm

I've missed them, and I completely forgot to tell my mom anyway.
He could've been home right now just like all the other teachers, but instead he was waiting for me.

The hallways began to get darker as I walked farther away from the gym.
That's when I passed the library, and heard a quiet whimper.
It sounded like a stifled sob.
Of course, young Terra was totally like,
Let's go help this sad person,
but cut me some slack, I didn't know about all this Greek mythology stuff yet.

I walked into the dim library. The lights were off but I was still able to see from the light outside in the hallway.
In one of the computer chairs, the boy's familiar curly hair and red beanie instantly made me worry.

"Grover?", I asked, approaching him quietly.
For some reason, my heart was pounding. the back of his shirt was stained with some dark liquid, which I was sure was not sweat.
Yeah, I should've turned back when I had the chance. This was some next level horror movie crap.

But I didn't, because it was Grover, my closest friend.
I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Grover, what's-"
His head spun some 180 degrees, and sunk what looked like fangs into my arm.
I did what any other brave hero would do.

I shrieked and snap kicked him back into the computer desk, and ran for the door.

Apparently he had super speed too. He caught up to me and wrapped both of his arms around my waist, and I noticed his long polished claws
sink into my skin.

That's when I really freaked out. I spun and slammed demon Grover against one of the large wooden book shelves, which came toppling down on the both of us. I slipped out from under it with ease, but the pain grew in my waste. Dark liquid, which was my blood, stained several books on the way out.

I scrambled to the back of the library as Grover followed. I caught a glimpse of his face, which was almost deformed. Whatever it was, it had similar features to Grover. But as soon as I saw the complete black eyes, I knew it wasn't human.

Here's some heroic advice; when a Demon Grover chases you, do not throw books and scream like your head basketball coach. That only made him even more angrier.

The more I ran, the faster he'd follow.
I looked toward the door, but a wooden shelf was placed in front of it.
How'd he do that so fast?

I didn't have time to ask questions. A bit of hope sparked in me as I thought I heard pounding at the door. Someone was trying to help me.

That also meant I was trapped inside with a Demon Grover.
He finally caught up to me, throwing me against the far wall, opposite of the door. My eyes nearly rolled back, but I wouldn't let myself pass out. I looked around with the seconds I had before he'd strike again as I ran, and I remembered a time when Grover and I had broken a piece wood off the far left book shelf. We left it sitting behind a stack of books, and I prayed it was still there.

I sprinted toward the last bookshelf, throwing books behind me to distract the crazy Grover twin.
Books are useful after all.
In the corner of my eye I could see the shelf that was placed in front of the door begin to rock back and forth. Help was almost here.
I reached the end of the bookshelf and quickly grabbed on the inside. Sure enough, the wooden stick was there and I instantly pulled it out, books toppling onto the ground.

Demon Grover  jumped over the books, toward me just as I spun around, penetrating him straight through the heart.
I fell backwards, shaking, sweating, bleeding, stared at the monster.

My heart dropped as I saw the monster morph into a perfect twin of Grover, with no deformations and the same brown eyes Grover has.

An overwhelming sense of guilt filled my chest, and left a lump in my throat.
Yes, I admit it, I cried. You can't blame me.
The demon then turned into ashes, dropping the stick to the ground.

I became dizzy after that, since I lost so much blood. Then I saw a shadow approach me, but then I realized it was Mr.Blofis.
I backed up against the book shelf, not trusting if it really was him or not.

"You're fine Terra, don't worry.", he set a hand on my forehead, and I instantly calmed down.
I remember seeing Grover follow, but he wasn't wearing any pants. And he had goat legs. At that time I just thought it was the loss of blood.
Then I remembered the basketball game.
Then I remembered parent teacher conferences.
Then I remembered demon Grover
Then I passed out.