Changed(A Jiper Story)[COMPLETED]

Chapter 10

I forgot to thank you guys for SEVENTY-FIVE VOTES! *fangirls around the room*

I present to you:
The chapter you were promised!

Guys...I don't really know...should I just end this and make it a short story?
Piper POV

For some weird reason, everyday I feel light and floaty. Also, I keep seeing Jason look really sad. I wonder what's gotten into him....

And Aaron is really close to me now. He always tells me about his latest adventures. Like, can you believe he went on a quest and he killed some venti. He's like, so brave and dreamy. He says that he'll change his player ways, but I saw him kissing some random girl at the beach.

But I love him anyways!

But I have these weird mood swings.

Like, one moment, I'm happy and with Aaron, but the next, I feel like I wanna stab him to death. Of course, my homicidal thoughts are just thoughts; they're staying in my head.

I don't like the floatiness. It muddles my thoughts and makes me wanna kiss Aaron. To be honest, sometimes his breath smells like potato chips and Tic Tacs. I head to the training arena straight after breakfast and a kiss from Aaron.

Lately, training's been helping me clear my mind and get rid of Lofts-y thoughts. There, I stab the dummies like they're Lofts! Isn't that awesome?

I begin hacking at the dummies; slicing, stabbing, cutting, you name it. Ariana Grande's Dangerous Woman was echoing in my ears. Oh, man, Ariana's vocals are just too awesome.

An hour later, I feel sore, but free from whatever spell he put on me. I sit down and put my head in my hands."Stupid Lofts," I mutter, over and over again. Suddenly, the guy himself comes rushing into the arena."There you are, babe!" He smiles, flashing his perfectly white teeth. I glare at him."Get away from me, moron," I say, inching away from him. He pouts."Don't you feel happy to see me?"

I shake my head slowly.

He reaches out to me, and I realise that he is holding a small bottle of red liquid. I recoil, scooting back until I hit the wall. That must be the thing he used on me to make me like him! I am so going to kill the Hecate cabin. My head pounds from the fatigue, and I realise that the potion's effects are somehow muddling my thoughts.

He grabs my arm and attempts to pour it down my throat. I struggle, trying to squirm out of his grip. I helped stop Armageddon. I can-no, I will fight this.
I manage to twist out of his arms and spill most of the potion on the floor, the substance steaming and seeping into the cracks in the floor.

I lean on the wall, panting, my head facing upwards, when Lofts pours it down my throat. I try and regurgitate it, but to no avail. My last thought is sometimes I can be really dumb before my mind clouds over and my brain goes into Lofts-I mean, Aaron mode.