My Tragic Love Story

Chapter 1

-Kim Smith's POV-

"For the millionth time, no! I won't read it!" I yelled as I smacked my hands on the table and stood up. Everyone in the library turned to face my best friend, Jacob, and me. I slowing sat in my seat as Jacob stifled a laugh. "Shut up," I mumbled.

He smirked. "Idiot. How many times have I told you how awesome this series is?

"Too many times. You won't change my mind."

"But five seconds ago you were just complaining how it's summer vacation and that you have nothing to read! This series will change your life!"

I scoffed. "Please. I've read amazing books, and none of them were that amazing. Maybe Harry Potter, but other than that, no."

"PJO is way better! You know that I would know."

It was true. Jacob was the biggest nerd/fanboy when it came to HP.

I frowned. "What's PJO?"

He sighed. "Percy Jackson and the Olympians. The series I've been nagging about."

"C'mon. How can that be beat Harry Potter?"

"Read to find out."

It had been over two years that Jacob been begging me to read Percy Jackson. It didn't sound that cool. Like wizardry and witches and Voldemort was stuff that got my attention, not...Greek mythology. Or any mythology in that matter. But two years was a long time, and I knew what it was like not having a friend to fangirl/fanboy with. 

I sighed. "Fine. But if it sucks, you're dead for wasting my time."

Jacob grinned. "Best. Choice. In. Your. Life," was all he said. He grabbed my hand across the table (We were sitting vertical to each other.) and sprinted to the teen section of the library, dragging me like a rag doll. Suddenly, we came to a stop. He stooped down and grabbed a small blue book and handed it to me. He smiled. "Book 1: Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief." I rolled my eyes. The cover and the title both seemed so dumb.

Jacob hadn't finished the second series, The Heroes of Olympus. He went to get one that was called The House of Hades. We found a comfortable spot and started reading our books. I opened the book. It was tattered and destroyed. It must be really popular, I thought surprised. I instantly liked Percy and his "Latin teacher." Oh, and Grover. I continued to read. Soon, I met Annabeth, Chiron, Mr. D. (*snort* D...sorry for my immaturity), and Luke.

I didn't know whether it was because of Annabeth, but I really liked Luke. He was like an older brother, something what Jacob was like. I really liked him for some reason. Then, the prophecy came. When it mentioned that Percy was going to lose a friend, I stopped reading for a second. Luke. It was Luke. I swore it was Luke. I finished the book to see if I was right. Yup, I was. I finished the book in an hour and thirty-eight minutes. I surprised myself. What was more surprising was that I actually liked it.

When I finished, I looked up at Jacob. I grinned. He grinned back. "Told you so." I gave him a sisterly peck. "Thanks, big brother," I mumbled. He blushed and looked down at his book. I laughed. Jacob had liked me for the longest time on earth and knew that I just saw him as a brother. I felt bad for doing so, but it was kind of fun to play with his feelings. Sorry, Jacob.

Hey, I should back up. I lived in New York City and thought I was hilarious how I lived so close to "Olympus" and "Camp Half Blood". I lived with my mom and dad. No siblings, just me. I was 11-years-old at the time. Hmm...that should be enough.

I ended up getting all of the books for PJO that day and finished the series in two days. Two days later I went back to the library and got the next books except for The Blood of Olympus. It had just been published that year, so I had to order it. I read all of the books in five days. I returned the books and needed to wait for the book to arrive. I waited. And waited. It seemed like forever.

Since I didn't have the book, I let my mind wonder. I realized how much I loved Nico de Angelo. But he was gay. And fake. Fictional. Non-existing. Nope. Nothing. I often cried myself to sleep at the fact that I could never have Nico for myself.

Finally, the book arrived. I devoured its pages like a child who hadn't eaten in years. I finished it. At the end, Nico gave me hope when he told Percy that he was no longer Nico's type. I was so happy. But when I reread the ending, I couldn't believe it. Nico liked Will Solace. Will Solace, son of Apollo. And Will liked him back. I sobbed again every night. Why did Uncle Rick love killing little hearts of fangirls/fanboys? Why did any author love to do it?

One year went by. Summer entering my eighth grade. I had just finished Trials of Apollo: The Hidden Oracle. My guess was right. They were now DATING. I was so desperate that I read any fanfiction of Nico that didn't include Will. I even wrote my own. But, fanfics didn't change anything. There were called FANfics for a reason. I gave up. Will, you win. I'm done, I constantly thought.

SIKE! YOU THOUGHT!!! –Uncle Rick, when book two came out. Yup,book two came out: The Dark Prophecy. I couldn't help it but read it. Nico didn't come up in the pages at all. I sobbed. But here's the worst part: I shipped Nico with Will and Percy a lot. Struggles of being a fangirl/fanboy: You ship them so hard, but you're in love with one of them. (Or maybe even both; not me for my case.)

I became more desperate. I downloaded tumblr, pinterest, and all sorts of things to "see" Nico. But one day, I didn't need them anymore.