The Red-Headed Nightmare

Chapter Four

WARNING: Sucky chapter ahead!

Octavian had to hand it to the Greeks, they knew how to cook. They had these strange golden plates that created whatever food you wanted. All you had to do was think of whatever you wanted and BAM! There it was, fresh and ready to eat.

They also had this weird tradition where they had a campfire after dinner. And according to Rachel, the campfire's color and height depended on the mood of the campers.

One word: Weird.

"S'more?" Asked a Venus girl. She was pretty, with long, dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was lean and slightly muscular, almost as if she worked out but barely tried. She wore make-up, but not in the way that you'd think. It was light and perfectly placed, just enough to see, but not enough to damage her natural beauty.

"No," Octavian spat, looking away from the beautiful girl. He had no time for Greeks and their stupid s'mores.

"Well," The girl chirped as if he hadn't spoken, "I'm Rebecca! You can call me Becca, Reba, or whatever, I'm not picky!"

"I'm Octavian," He mumbled, turning away to try and spot Rachel. (Not because he enjoyed her company! Jeez! It would just be nice to see a familiar face that didn't hate him! Gosh, get off his back!)

"Please don't tell me you're looking for her," Rebecca sneered, suddenly looking not as pretty as before.

"Er, why?"

"Because! You were just about to have a s'more with me, remember?"

"I-"

"Remember? We're tots close! Like, besties!"

How could he forget? Of course he was going to share a s'more with Rebecca! Rebecca was one of his closest friends! Right?

"Of course! How could I forget?" Octavian snorted, hoping to make up for his mistake of forgetting.

"I don't know, silly!" Rebecca laughed, once again looking beautiful.

Something about this girl, maybe the way she seems almost too perfect, was unnerving Octavian. But, of course, after just one word with that smooth voice, and that unnerving feeling vanished.

"Besides," Rebecca continued, "It's not like you had a chance with her anyway. I mean, she can't date."

"Who?" Octavian asked, not remembering who they were gossiping about.

"Rachel, of course! Jeez, you have a short memory, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess." Octavian mumbled, trying not to blush.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed, sweetie! It's cute!" Rebecca purred, "But while we're waiting for the campfire to end, tell me abut life on the other side!"

Catching Octavian's confused look, she added, "Camp Jupiter! I heard you have a super high position!"

Octavian was going to enjoy this.

~~

Rachel was nervous. She had a demigod dream. Her, a mortal, had a demigod dream! She didn't know if she should feel honored or terrified.

The dream itself wasn't the part that made her nervous. It was the content.

~~DREAM~~

She was backstage during a concert. Whipping around, she saw what anyone would expect, singers getting ready to go on (she didn't know any of them), mangers running around (they kept yelling, and it wasn't doing wonders for her growing headache), and random people looking star-stuck (she guessed
people rich enough to afford to go backstage).