Demi-Who's?

Chapter 4

Jade Anderson's POV: (Three Months Later)

After three months of being at camp, me and Alana have become pretty handy with our swords. Annabeth has done most of our training, but Nico and Percy have shown us some really cool moves. We had just finished a long training session, and are on our way to the pavilion to eat lunch.

"Why do you always wear black Jade?"

"Because I like black. And when I don't wear bright colors, I don't get noticed as much."

"Why is it such a bad thing to be noticed?"

"Some people don't always want attention, Alana."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It MEANS, that you always want to be the center of attention."

"At least I don't only care about MYSELF!"

"WHAT?! I DO NOT ONLY CARE ABOUT MYSELF, AND YOU KNOW THAT!"

"YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT WHAT I WANT TO DO! YOU LITERALLY MAKE ME DO WHAT YOU WANT AND I'M TIRED OF IT!"

"I'M TIRED OF YOU! YOU'RE ALWAYS SO DAMN OPTIMISTIC! NOT EVERYTHING IS RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS ALANA!"

"NOT EVERYDAY IS A LIVING HELL EITHER. YOU ACT LIKE YOU FREAKING WANT TO KILL YOURSELF ALL THE TIME!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS WHY YOU'RE STEP DAD NEVER LIKED YOU!" I guess we didn't realize that everyone in the pavilion had been listening. I looked away from Alana's stone cold stare for a second, and everyone was staring directly at us, not a single person moving. I look back to Alana, man did I mess up. Her face was bright red, and her eyes full of hatred. Wait.. something feels weird.. Why is my hand vibrating... I look down at my right hand. My water bottle is shaking, and it looks as if it's going to burst. The next thing I know, my plastic water bottled is torn to shreds, and I am soaked. My jaw drops open, and I am soo annoyed. I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure.

"At least my mom actually loves me." Alana says as she turns to walk away. I reach out, and forcefully turn her around by her shoulder. I pull my sword from its sheath, and look her directly in her eyes. She pulls her sword out, and returns my stare. The world seems to slow around me, and I lunge forward. Our swords clash together, the sound of metal on metal ringing through the air. We take turns attacking and blocking each other, but Alana's last swing takes me off guard. I'm so used to her swinging towards my left, that I am left defenseless when she swings to my right. Her swords nicks my shoulder, and I instantly feel a stinging sensation. Just as I was about to lunge toward her again, I felt someone's arms wrap around my torso, and carry me away from Alana. I try to make them drop me, but they are stronger than I thought. I look towards Alana, and she is also being carried away. I couldn't see who it was at first, but then I caught a glimpse of Percy's messy black hair. After seeing that Percy has Alana, I instantly know who has me. Nico.

I stop struggling, hoping he would put me down. Once he felt that I wasn't fighting anymore, he quickly let go with one arm and grabbed my legs so that he was carrying me bridal style. I sighed heavily in annoyance but accepted my defeat. I look up at Nico, and then at my shoulder. There was a hole in my shirt, and I could see red seeping out from it. Man did it hurt. I'm not usually one to cry, but I know that I had hurt Alana. Not only that, but she really hurt me. I felt the tears start to sting my eyes. I rested my head on Nico's chest while closing my eyes, and let the tears fall. I feel myself being laid onto a bed, and open my eyes. Nico is looking down at me, and is about to say something.

"Before you say anything all sappy, walk away. I am not in the mood." He closes his mouth, sighs, and turns to leave. Before he walks away though, he turns back, looks at me, and squeezes my hand as if to say it's gonna be okay. I still can't believe Alana said what she did about my mom. She crossed a line, and I'm not sure if i'll be able to forgive her for it.