Broken (Thalico)

Thalia Cant Cook To Save Her Life

Ok, so, I know this story isn't very detailed right now, that's intended. I want you to be kinda in the dark for right now. (I am too! Lol!) you ill slowly get bits of Nico's past. But for right now, its a mystery.))

Chapter 2

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I sat in the back seat of their Mercedes Benz, staring out the window.

I had my head phones in, listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day.

I watched the city fly past my window,I could feel Thalia's eyes on the back of my head, but I wouldn't turn around.

I wasn't going to start a conversation with her, why let her see I caught her?

I played with the pocket knife in my jacket pocket. No one knew it existed, or it would no longer be in my position. Especially because of what I use it for, the rest of the world thinks I cut that shit when I was brought to the orphanage, not a chance bitches. And I longed to feel the burning sensation of the cold metal against my skin once again.

It started as relief from the anger and tears that broiled inside of me, but became more of a habbit. Or maybe its just because I always feel that way anymore.

We pulled into a tall brick apartment building, I didn't like it. Dont ask me why.

The car halted to a stop, and I pressed the release contraption thingy for my seat belt, ((I have an amazing vocabulary, release contraption thingy)) grabbing my things and followed the Graces into the building.

I followed thin into the elevator, my music still blaring, to one, avoid conversation, and two, block out the shitty elevator music.

I stood in the back corner, trying to fade into the shadows, but in such a small well lit place, it was impossible.

My claustrophobia was getting to me, I'm not afraid of small spaces in particular, it the fear of bring in an enclosed space with others so close to me.

The doors opened and I once again followed the Graces to who knows where.

Magen unlocked apartment 213, and I had a feeling once we were inside, there would be no avoiding conversation.

I shut off my music and pulled out my headphones with my free hand, and followed them into the apartment.

We stepped into a living room, a couch in the middle of the room, facing a tv that sat in the corner. Behind the couch the was a small open kitchen with only a counter to separate them. To the right of the "kitchen" was a round dining table sitting in the corner with four chairs around it. To the left was a door. To the right of the couch was two doors, and to the right of the tv was two more. (( Their apartment is actually what I imagine Sally's to look like, with the addition of two rooms. If you want a picture, its actually the apartment from "Sweet Life of Zack & Cody" more or less))

"Ok, so Jason. Show Nico around, Thalia, make dinner." Magen said, grabbing a bottle of Wine out of the cabinet. So shes gonna be another drunken foster mom. That's just great! (sarcasm)

I glared over at Jason, but he just smiled at me.

I was taken back at this, my glares are killer.

My face must have shown my confusion, because Jason laughed, "Dude, olive with Thalia. Your glares don't scare me."

I looked over at Thalia, she blushed and looked at her shoes.

"Any way, come on. This is the living room, there's the "kitchen" and table" he used air quotes on kitchen.

He pointed to the room beside the "kitchen" "That's my room" then he walked over to the right most of the doors to the right of the couch, then opened the door and stepped inside.