Percy Jackson Fanfic (OC's)

Chapter 3- Isabelle's P.O.V

Isabelle's P.O.V

Me and Luci decided to never speak about what happened yesterday at cabin 13. She told me what happened and I believed her, yet it was quite an awkward thing to walk in on some guy lying on top of your best friend. Sure, I knew Damien I guess,but I never really knew him. I'd heard his name around camp of course and I think I asked him for a pen once in Arts and Crafts but that's all I'd ever interacted with him.

I walked out the door of the forge and made my way down the steps with my hands in my pockets. I was wearing the same thing I had on yesterday since I spent the night in the forge. My motto had always been "Sleep is just time you could be using to build".

I attempted to rub the drowsiness out of my eyes. I couldn't sleep last night anyways because I was to busy making a battle plan. Why a battle plan you ask, well because today I had a mission. Today I was, no matter how hard it might be, attempt to reason with Andrew. I walked past the mess hall towards the archery range, where I knew he would be.

I stopped at the entryway and leaned against a tree, and sure enough there he was. His short messy brown hair was stuck up in odd angles as it always did. He was wearing a camp half blood t-shirt, jeans, and slightly beat up running shoes. He nocked an arrow on a finely crafted bow with some ancient Greek symbols carved into the wooden handle.  

He raised the bow to the side of his face and drew the bowstring backwards in a swift, practiced movement. He aimed the bow forwards towards a waiting target some ways away, the arrow's feathers resting beside his cheek. He narrowed his blue eyes ever so slightly, and I felt myself leaning forwards slightly in anticipation. My eyes widened as he focused harder on the target.

He released the bowstring and the arrow shot forwards, straight into the center of the target. He brought his hand down then lowered his bow. Smirking, he admired his bull's eye from a distance.

As much as I despised that sarcastic, bucket of annoying, I must admit, he's great with a bow. He was the best shot at camp, even for a child of Apollo he was especially extraordinary. Like me with machines, bows and arrows were his thing. I strolled towards him and he noticed me coming and turned towards me.

"Nice shot." I nodded to him as I reached him, trying to be polite.

"Watching me from afar again, were you Tinkerbell?" he asked sarcastically and smirked, if possibly larger.

I gritted my teeth as Luci's words rang through my mind: "C'mon it will be ok, maybe you can try compromise with him somehow? Just keep your cool and try and to talk to him." I held back a retort and ignored the question.

"Listen I came here to compromise with you." I told him bluntly, staring him in the eyes. He cocked an eyebrow, slightly interested and motioned for me to go on. I took a deep breath and continued.

"I'm not going to just sit back while you build the chariot, I want to build it too, plus I want a say in the design as well." I told him determinately.

"Hmm..... compromise you say, well what's in it for me?" he asked sarcastically. Any confidence or courage I had completely drained out of me. I felt like I'd been rung out and left to dry.

"I- Well- ah- I- y-you, Uh." I stuttered slightly disoriented.

He put his hands up behind his head in victory and grinned arrogantly. "That's what I thought, well I'll be going I've got better things to do-" He said egotistically as he was about to walk off before I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"-No! I'm not leaving here until I get what I came here for!" I told him fiercely.

"Well I have to go put my arrows back in the tool shed, you're welcome to follow." He said as he wriggled out of my grasp and walked off towards the exit.

"Yeah, w-well good! Because you're not getting away that easy!" I said trying to sound convincing, when I caught up with him. He gave me a fake sympathetic look that seemed to say 'And she's trying so hard too.' which made me scowl and even more determined to get my way.

As we neared the tool shed, I racked my brain for ideas. He opened the door and stepped inside, wedging a small triangle of wood under the door as a door stop, before looking back at me questioningly.

"You coming in or-?" He asked me with a raised eyebrow. I nodded and stepped in cautiously.

The room looked the same as it always had. It wasn't a very big room, yet it was big enough to fit one or two people, plus all those weapons. It was dank and musty and there wasn't light bulb, as the door was open and the Celestial bronze and Imperial gold weapons gave off a faint glow.

Andrew stepped on the tip of his toes and put his stuff on the top shelf while I glanced around irritably. I don't do very well with enclosed spaces. I heard a faint grinding noise and whirled my head around just in time to see the door slam in my face.

I jumped and rushed over to the door knob twisting it and shaking it, willing it to open. Andrew heard the noise and rushed over.

"What happened? What's going on?" he asked confused.

"I-its locked." I turned and replied desperately.

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