You Need Friends

Are You For Real?!

Brie's POV
I think that getting into a very prestigious school in the middle of the semester would be very suspicious, more especially when its three students who knows each other and possibly from the same previous school. It could've possibly be more suspicious when those three students almost always get caught having a secret meeting of some sort and are painfully obvious liars when asked what they aere doing but they didn't even give a shit like hot dam guys. We could've been criminal fugitives planning your complete and utter demise or some shit yet you guys dont even blink. We couldve been doing drugs or smuggling some to sell to rich brats but nooooooOOO.

"Can't last a week in a quest my ass. These people are more oblivious than a brick that hits Jason's face. No wonder they need a bat themed tight spandex guy to protect them." i hissed under my breath as I power walked to my classroom.

You're probably wondering why I'm here mingling with little rich devil spawns but all you need to know is that Mr. D is the pettiest petty to ever been petty.

//flashback //

It was hot afternoon and under the roof of the big house is a guy in a really ugly shirt holding a can of pepsi in one hand and a couple of cards in the other. Surrounding a table with him is two young demigods with cards of their own in hand. The brunette has a lazy smirk on and the guy has an intense poker face on. The man tried to read their faces but to no avail. He looked back down on his cards and took a deep sigh.

"All in" he declared, giving a smirk of his own as he showed his cards. "Straight. So i suppose, you children are just gonna have to do twice the chores now do you, Ben? "

The girl's face shifted to devastation and that just made his smirk wider but all that faded as she showed hers.

"Oh no what ever should i do? " she mockingly batted her lashes. Her facade quickly melted as she adopted an evil smirk when she faced her cards towards the man.

"Royal. Flush. And my names Brie, Mr. D. I win. Hahahahahhahaha-"

//later that night @ the campfire//

"May i have your attention please." Mr. D annouced, pepsi still at hand.

"You can have my f i s t on your f a c e! Im sorry Mr. D please continue."

The god just gave her a disgusted look but continued nonetheless.

"We are issuing a quest to retrieve an item of mine, maintain undercover, and collect information on the progress of the mortals. "

Im honestly wasn't listening at any point until--

"Ms Brittany Smith already volunteered for the job."

A loud collection of "who?" filled the pavilion. Even I was wondering who the sad unfortunate soul that is-

" Do you mean, Brie Swift? " Chiron asked.

"Yeah whatever her name is. "

"Well then, Ms. Swift please chose two more people to accompany you with this qued
When everybody looled at my direction, I had the biggest "what-the-fuck???" face well, because what. the. fuck.

I didn't fuckin sign up for any of this fuckin shit.

I took a deep breath as I scanned the classroom. So much money and arrogance in one room like holy fuck. Then i saw the perfect seats in the corner of back part of the room. Oh theres that Wayne kid there too. Im really just tempted to go over there, slam my stuff on the table and go "heyo waddup?! " but im a sensible person who gonna try being normal for once so i just introduced myself.

" Hi, Im Brie, Do you mind if i sit here? "

The little shit just huffed like a little shit he just proved himself to be and go like, " -Tt-Do whatever you want. I don't care. "

Please excuse my goddamned french but what the fuckles was tHAT YOU LITTLE S-

"Okie dokie."

Patience yeilds focus, Brie.

The faint arguing cuts off my inner mantra as I saw my two idiots. I flail my arms around to get their attention.

"I cant believe you left us there. " Andrew, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome™, hissed at me as i gave a smug ass smirk in reply.

"No, wait, I can." Carol, our little miss blonde Hermoine, deadpans as they sit on tge saved seats i got.

//flashback@the hallway//

"-for the last time, aliens DO NOT exist and even if they do, they most probably does NOT play kazoos to communicate. What the hades, Andrew where did you even get tha-"

"No, but-here me out-if pagan gods exist why would aliens NOT?"

"That's correlation not causation. "

"Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell" i piped in.

"Shut up, Brianna. "

"Thats-thats not even my real name! " i wheezed in laughter.

"Then how do you explain the moon landings?" Andrew accused, bringing the convo back to conspiracy theories again, to no ones absolute surprise.

"What about it?! "

Andrew crossed his arms in front of his chest as he raised an eyebrow on her.

"Psh. That has got to be fake-"
"-ex-fucking-cuse mE?-"
"-don't you agree, B?" Dumbass#1 turned to me in question.

I internally smirked at how much chaos im about to start and scoffed,

"Pfft. You guys believe in the moon?"

"wait what? "
"excuse me, dumbass#2, are you fuckin-hold up dont tell me you actually considered it? Gaghehdhehhs-"

"Well... Oof-"

and I walked away from the disaster about to happen as the bell rang and they're still arguing.

//flashback ends//

I sighed, having a feeling that prince jackass would be a pain in the ass, but he'd be a pain in OUR ass. I nodded to Jack and Carol as we silently agreed that he'd feel the power of friendship whether he likes it or not.