The Ball (Posena Jackson and The Shinichi Jewels)

Lawrence’s POV:

So let me start this way. The gods decided to hold a recognition ball at Camp Half-Blood for all its inhabitants. At first, I was just gaping. Don’t they realize how difficult it was for me to get up my courage to ask (ehem!) Posena the previous year? All the hardships I went through like scrambling to find her when I wounded up by a corner of bullies once and teaching myself to sing so I could be with her at the choir just so I could have the chance to be with her. And boy, how humiliated I was! Yes! You are right! I’m a dope! I don’t even know how to make my girl happy. Ah…well, I’m guessing that you’re guessing who I am and also Posena. She was very talented, for one thing. And…she was my cousin. My cousin in my father’s side. ‘Cause you see, Posena’s mom was the daughter of Lord Zeus – my dad. And her father Poseidon was the brother of my dad. Well, now I’m confused. Anyway, my mom, the goddess Minestia beheaded the clouds, yet, she was unknown in the immortal world. And recently, I am at my cabin – Cabin One and combining the last two buttons of my formal, collared, sky blue and long sleeve polo of mine. I marched toward the small, hole-like water fountain and stared grimly at my reflection. Staring back was a pale and blonde guy. Oh shoot! I thought.

“I looked like a wounded zombie.” I mumbled.

Then I pulled back my hair and sighed. My empty memory retained those good times with Posena, specializing the time when I slid my shivering fingers onto her lush chocolate brown hair. My heart lurched some more when I remembered her sweet laughter echo in my ears. Then my heart began to thump heavily in my chest.

Posena’ll laugh at me, I thought.

No, she won’t. Posena’s too nice for that, a thought occurred to me, disrupting my first idea.

I sat grumpily at my bunk bed and tried to smile. Whew, I might’ve looked bad.

WAIT.

Why am I worrying about my appearance in the first place? Who is Posena to me?

She’s your best friend, though if you want her to be more than friend; you are free to do so.

Shut it! She’s your cousin! And your dad made her parents in grave danger.

So what? It’s your dad’s choice! Now, go make your feelings a reality!

Yeah, right. Use your brains, not your heart.

But your hypothalamus identifies your intimate  feelings and it’s in your brain, right?

She’s your cousin! It’ll be gross!

So what? Grecian gods and demigods have no DNA.

What about Posena? Does she love–

I sighed. Okay, now I’m sure. Thanks for those positive thoughts. I pulled my socks on and placed them above my black shoes. Before I hesitate, the vivid sound of the conch horn appeared.

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I jogged toward the pavilion, gasping like crazy. I groaned too, because my sweat dripped on my face sliding to my slimy polo. Gross, I thought, gross. I halted for a few seconds to catch my breath. Just then, a joyous finger tapped my shoulder. I thought it was You-Know-Who so I spun around merrily.

“Hey Pos…” My eyebrows became unmistakably wrinkled because the girl I saw was not Posena. This girl had a spiky tar-black hair tumbling all over her shoulder and astonishing almond eyes. Also, she was wearing a dark purple dress with a lace over her waist.