The Olympians

Chapter 4, Mixed POVs

I got a little chilled when I heard Claire was a model. No wonder she looked familiar! She's one of the top models of Fashion Season those magazines that my mother has and brings with her every time we go to a clothes store! No, I don't read them. She's just always on the front cover and I find them all over the living room.

"Well, ever since you left to go to another school I've been finding diaries about this kid named Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. Last year, I found five more diaries from you, a dude named Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, and Hazel Levesque. I thought they used your name as a coincidence, but you're telling me they're actual diaries? I also have them in my backpack because they're the only books I read." Claire had no lie in her eyes. She was telling the truth.

Piper seemed freaked out. "I never wrote a diary.. C-can you get them, Claire? I want to take a look."

"Sure." Claire turned to me. "Hey, Jay. Can you lead me back to the chariot? That's were my bag is."

The air started to get warmer. "Uh. Sure!"

Me and Claire walked further into the woods. Her beautiful eyes glowed from orange to yellow in the dawn. Staring into her eyes were like staring into arctic auroras. I could stare into them all day. "So. Do you have any talents from your godly parents. Charmspeak? Um crafting? I don't know."

Claire's POV

Charmspeak? Isn't that the thing Piper has? He think's my godly parent is Aphrodite? I'm not a lovable person, and that's a fact. "Uh no. I probably don't have a godly ability. I probably would've discovered it before if I did. The only things I've discovered I could do was ace my work assignments even without having to study and getting assaulted by weird fans. Aah, can we change the subject?"

Jay's POV

I've only met Claire about seven hours ago and she's more likeable every second. She's also not like those spoiled beauty queens, which was nice to know. Those usually are the worst.

Claire's hair was golden-brown in the sun, and her smile was perfect. Then Claire leaned in and reached out to touch my forehead. "Ah! What the heck. You're steaming! Did I give you a the fever I had at first? Oh-my-god-I'm-sorry-Jay. And sorry for touching your forehead without permission! I wanted to check if you're actually blushing or you're sick."

I wasn't even mad. Gods, I can't get angry from an embarrassing and toughtful comment. I guess my blushing was obvious. "Ahaha, it's okay. Let's just get your backpack and leave."

"You can lean or wrap your arm around me for support if you're dizzy! I'm sorry for giving you the fever!"

Well, since she gave me an option to wrap my arm around her, I did. Her coffee brown hair was wrapped over my arm. It was like we were a couple, but we weren't. "Eh. There's the chariot."

"Ah, okay. Let's ge you back to camp so you can finally rest."

And we went together.

A/N: Hi kiddos! I don't know what to say. Just here to say "Hi". This isn' the ending, I just thought I would end it without a cliffhanger. K bye.