The Misfortunes of Being a Demigod

5 ~ Love Sucks

Malia sits on the roof of the Hermes cabin.

She couldn't go another night listening to Connor's snores. It rumbles the walls in a rough echo as though the world was ending. Malia's head hurts too badly to stay another second below her bunk partner.

Yep. He's still her bunk partner.

You see, Camp Half-Blood doesn't have a cabin for Soteria. Chiron assured her he would have the Hephaestus kids on it ASAP, but she doesn't buy it. There's no space anyway. She'll probably be stuck in the Hermes cabin for the rest of her miserable life.

Malia rolls her eyes and brings her knees up to her chest.

She found her mother. And everything was suppose to feel okay now, right? But if that were the case, why does Malia feel like something is wrong?

The daughter of Protection brings her hands up in front of her. Power rumbles at the tip of her finger tips, screaming to escape. She doesn't allow it. Instead she forces the electricity away.

Something is not right.

Her power made her feel extraordinary. But right now, as she ponders her dreams, the warnings, and her recent claim - she feels blind. All this information has been given to her and she should be able to sort it out. But she can't.

The shadows warp next to her and before she knows it, Phillip is plopping himself down beside her. "I have a confession."

The daughter of Soteria shakes her head. Phillip ignored her all day and she didn't feel like dealing with the son Dionysus at the moment. However, curiosity overtook her. "Shoot."

"I've sinned," He pleads. "I need salvation! Daughter of Preservation! Protect me from harm!"

Malia pushes him off the roof.

Okay, okay, she doesn't push him off the roof. He catches himself at the last second, and the son of a bitch with the muscle mass of a twelve-year-old-boy, pulls himself up. "Ouch."

"Get over yourself. You deserved that by the way," She grumbles. "spiking my drink or whatever!"

Phillip's eyebrows shoot to his hairline. "Spike your drink?!" He exclaims.

"Yeah, dumb ass! I could barely walk."

He huffs. "I did not spike your drink. If I had, you wouldn't be alive right now. I just gave it a little humph. You know, to loosen you up. You're too tense."

Phillip barely has time to dodge the elbow thrown in his direction. "Hey! You can't blame me," Malia frowns and he pulls out a cigarette.. "So, do you think if you wanted to, you could summon that force field and blow someone up? Make their guts fly everywhere?"

"Hmm. I don't know. Should I try it out now?" She brings her hand up.

Phillip laughs and a huff of smoke blows in Malia's face. "Why don't we try it on Connor in the morning?" He tilts his head and gestures to the snores of the boy that are so loud, it can be heard from outside.

She nods and looks sideways at the smoking Phillip Donovan. "Where did you even get those? You said you never leave camp."

Phillip's eyes light up despite the darkness around them. He puts the cigarette in his mouth and smirks. "Wouldn't you wanna know?"

"Cigarettes kill."

"Isn't that the point?"

"Shut up."

She takes the cigarette from the boy's fingers. Malia has never been much of a smoker. Maybe two rolls a week (mostly at parties), however, the troubled teen loves the smell.