The Stolen Diadem: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

CHAPTER 5 LEO

Ashten and Eriee continued to argue. I attempted to ignore them, but it was difficult. I just wanted them to leave but they wouldn't.

I liked both of them. Although we were technically brothers, Ashten was more like an Ares kid than a Vulcan kid (yes Vulcan; I said technically didn't I). He was tall (I don't know maybe 6 feet?), and really, really obnoxious at times. His girlfriend, Eriee, was an Apollo kid who didn't care much about fighting. When Annabeth told me about the little war between the Ares cabin and the Apollo cabin, she said that Eriee had no part in it. Smart girl.

Eriee was the mediator in some ways. She never got in fights that she started (but she sure as Hades himself could finish them); she rarely argued. Except with her boyfriend that is. Although they argued (a lot) they're still together.

Speaking of arguing, I thought. They're still at it? Ignoring their bickering, I paid more attention to my desk. For a loving couple they sure can't shut up. I sighed; my hand hovered over the pocket where I had hidden the picture.

 "I don't think I've ever been so lovesick in my life. I know I fall for almost every girl I see, but somehow she's always in the back of my mind." I mumbled to myself. I felt them looking at the back of my head. Some whispering was going on, then footsteps. Silence. They must have left. I bet Eriee dragged Ashten out to give me time. She's always good at paying attention to people.

I dug the picture out of my pocket and held it against my chest. Face planting on the desk, I sat there for a long time.

"Love sick?" I asked myself. "What could be worse?"