The Stolen Diadem: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

CHAPTER 3 HAIDEN

I awoke to the feeling of warm but scratchy blankets around me. I was laying on a not-so-comfy bed. There was some sort of light on and it annoyed me because when I tried to open my eyes it hurt. I started to panic. This is it, I thought. I'm dying. Or maybe I'm already dead. Oh, c'mon! I never even wrote a will! This sucks. At least I can tell myself so one person knows. "First, my rubix cube shall go to Aleks. My clothes shall go to Aleks. Wait, no. He has no need for a girl's clothes. Oh well. My house, however, won't go to Aleks 'cause he could be a bitch. He should go live in a cardboard box on the end of some street where little kids throw rocks and bad tasting candy at him. Like Twizzlers. No one likes Twizzlers. Except the sour ones. Those are ok." 

Snickering reached my somewhat damaged ear drums from somewhere near by. I slowly opened my eyes halfway until I got used to the bright light. Fully opening my eyes after a few moments, I searched the room with my eyes since I didn't want to move my head. In the corner of the room was a tall, pale teenage guy with a Bieber style hair cut (current Bieber). Although, with his brown hair and amazingly handsome facial features, he looked way better than Bieber (I feel like I started a war somewhere, but if you saw this guy I'm sure you'd agree with me). He wore a dark blue T-shirt under a black and gold high school football letter jacket. It said DEMIGODS RULE! on the back instead of a last name. His black pinstriped skinny jeans and red converse oddly enough, didn't clash with the rest of his clothes. A silver locket was fastened around his neck. He was gazing at me with a weird smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked defensively. 

He started to openly mock the objects on my will. I felt my face heat up immediately.

"How dare you mock me! I never gave you permission to eavesdrop on my conversations...with myself. Besides..." Losing most of my anger, I pouted, pulling the covers over half of my face. "How long have you been standing there anyway?" He beamed.

"I just got here actually. But I've been here long enough to hear... what was that? Your will or something?"

I sunk even lower into the bed. "I thought I was dead..."

His laughter bounced off the walls. He strolled over and sat on the edge of the bed by my feet. "Sadly, you aren't. You're just going to be stuck with me for a little while longer."

"Just a little?"

He took my hand and squeezed it. "I'll stay as long as you need me to. I mean if anything happened to you, mom and dad, they'd kill me. I'm not exaggerating. Not even a little."

I smiled. "We wouldn't want that now, will we?"

He pressed his free hand gently against my forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts."

He chuckled. "I bet. You look like you took quite a beating. What happened anyway?"

I took a deep breath and explained everything.

Not even 5 seconds after I had finished, the door slammed open and in strolled Celeste Aberny. She flipped her shiny blonde hair over her shoulder and flashed a massive, perfect, lipstick free smile at us. She sported a floral knee length dress. The part that covered her shoulders and back was made up of white lace. Her white stiletto heels clicked against the tile floor.

Throwing her arms out wide, she exclaimed, "The party has arrived!"

I winced at her voice. "You're so loud..."

Her face softened. "Sorry hun. I can't help it, I'm happy you're ok." She came over to my bed and leaned over to rest her small hand on Alek's which was on mine. Behind her, two other guys wandered in after her. One of them rushed to my side. He had short, spiked chocolate brown hair and kind eyes. The other lagged behind but eventually came to my bedside. This guy had a military style haircut, his hair being a reddish brown and his eyes were light green and full of pride. The reddish brown haired guy spoke first.

"You look like shit."

I snorted. "I would think I look better than you." Ryan laughed and patted my shoulder, which by the way, hurt. Justin gently moved Ryan's hand and gave him a stern look.

"We should just let her rest, she's tired. We shouldn't have barged in here."

"We just got here, I mean c'mon. You always ruin my fun."

Celeste moved them apart. "Justin's right Ryan. She's still hurt, you idiot." Dragged the three boys out of the room, she quietly closed the door behind her.

"Well, that was odd." I stated simply.

"You aren't used to expecting their grand entrances, then their quick-to-leave-the-party attitude. Even when the party just started."

I laughed softly because laughing loudly hurt every part of my body. Aleks moved my bangs from my face.

"You should sleep. You've had a rough day."

"So I've heard." I mumbled, drifting off. I heard his small chuckle before I closed my eyes and fell asleep, the feeling of his hand still on mine.