High School, Demigod Style { Completed }

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Nico's POV

I was busy studying the Hades cabin, trying to think of what changes to make. When I finally get the chance to lie down, there is a sharp knock on my window that scares the daylight out of me. If I even have daylight in me. It's probably all darkness, but that's how I am.

I see a demigod with messy blond hair, sparkling blueish greenish eyes, and a lopsided grin.

I sit up, annoyed, and open the windows.

"What do you want, Solace?" I ask.

"You've been in that room for hours. Give me a hand in the infirmary."

"Oh, come on! I was just there yesterday!"

Will gave me a pouty face mixed with an expression that says: Get here. Now.

Somehow, I can't resist. So I get up and drag myself outside and into the infirmary, where Will gives me orders.

"di Angelo! Pass me the ambrosia!" 

"Dude! Mind if you can get me that gauze from that cabinet?"

"Fetch me a glass of water. I'm thirsty. Oh wait, can you make that lemonade?"

When he is finally done, we step outside for a moment. Mainly because that smell of the infirmary is making me gag. I secretly know he feels the same way.

 He gives me a big grin. 

I don't know why, but that always makes my heart beat faster. And makes me want to smile back, which hurts my face. Only Will has that effect on me.

Sure. Will's my friend. I like him.

But I can't like like him, can I? I don't know.

I feel colour rising to my cheeks and I quickly turn away, embarrassed. 

"Man, you're done. Get out. And thanks, BTW. You're my bro."

I don't know what the last part meant, and I don't need to know. Not now, at least.

As Will runs back, I catch a look at his eyes. They seem bluer today, since the sun is bright. Really bright. And it makes his eyes look nice.

Wait a second. Did I just say nice?

I realize I am still staring, and I curse under my breath. I kick myself in the ankle, hard, and then I run back to my cabin.

I am still light-headed and even a bit cheerful as I sit down and stare at the darkness of my room. Just the thought of being just a tiny bit joyful gives me the creeps, and I am back to my normal self.

I glare at the wall.

How does Will do that to me?

I may have to stay away from him for a while. 

But I can't.

I really can't, no matter how hard I try.