I'm Special

Damn Moronic Baboon

Chapter 29(Alex's POV)
         Dreams are an escape from reality. Dreams are as a result sleep and sleep is life. Now, this theory is not spread worldwide, but it is what I believe in. So....Tell. Me. Why some damn moronic baboon is poking my cheek while I am trying to sleep! I open my eyes and narrow it at the baboon.

"What do you think you are doing?" I snarl at Percy. Percy looks a bit constipated, but I pay to that no mind. He shuffles on his spot, I stay in my spot, my body sideways and half oF my face squished onto the pillow.

"I'm sorry for how I reacted yesterday. I was just angry and irritational so I took out my anger on you," Percy says. I furrow my brows, "Angry about what?" Percy shakes his head, dismissing the question and changing the subject.

"Care to  explain why you are full-on cuddling with Nico, little sister?"

"Huh?"

    Percy gestures to my side, so I turn around. I look up to see Nico smirking down at me, so I slowly reach up to him....and flick his forehead. His smirk quickly turns to a frown as he glares down at me.

"What are you doing here on my bed?" I glare back at him, he tightens his arm that is already around my waist. "You invited me in remember?" He says, as he leans in closer, his lips right next to my ears. "After I questioned you about our relationship."He finishes.

My eyes widen as I suddenly remember last night. I grab a pillow and pummel a confused looking Nico. "Who do you think you are?!" I yell. "Jumping onto my bed like it's no problem at all!!"

Nico hisses and takes my wrist in a tight grip. He glares down at me and yanks my wrist. I crash into him and he holds me there, still glaring at me with those unusually beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
I swallow the lump that is stuck in my throat and lick my lips nervously. His eyes follow the movement and I become even more nervous. His hand tightens around my wrist before hesitantly letting it go. He grabs his shirt and leaves without a word. I look around the cabin for Percy, just to make sure I'm not crazy but he is nowhere to be seen.

What a great Big brother.

Sarcasm.

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I swing my sword horizontally, effectively hoarding off Jason. He makes a lunge for me and I jump out of the way, rolling a couple of times on the concrete floor. Spitting out some dirt, I look up from the ground to find Jason smirking down at me. It grit my teeth together, the bastard thinks it's funny!

"Ah-ah." He chastises me, "You cannot use your powers. I'm training you in combat, not the art of superheroes."
Fueled with anger and major embarrassment, I jump to my feet and tackle him. He falls to the ground with a strangled *cough* high pitched *cough* scream, and I beam in triumph. Using a rope that I coincidentally found behind me, I tie him up like an animal. I stand up and admire my work, and before I leave, I dust off the imaginary dirt from my leggings and begin my merry way.

I giggle to myself when I hear him yell for help. Serves him right! Smirking at my misfortune, the nerve! What had me thinking deeply though, was what he said earlier. I wonder if that is a thing. The art of superheroes.

      I fall onto my bed and I blankly stare at the ceiling. My hands twitch, eager to find something to do. My shoulders slump, and in simple description, I'm bored. I lie there, waiting for something to happen.

     The door suddenly slams open with a ridiculous amount of strength. It lays on the floor peacefully. That door has protected my privacy for so long, may its inanimate soul Rest In Peace. I look upward to see a very sweaty Tyson panting, "Done with chariot. Chicken horses don't like Ty. Had to run." I giggle quietly at Tyson. Tyson hears my giggle and instantly breaks into a smile.

    He waves me over for a hug but I squeal and run out, "Take a shower!!" I yell out over my shoulder.

There is no way I am going to some sweaty dude.

     I run towards the stable and bump into something, effectively landing on my bum. Nico smirks above me holding my painting materials.

"Are you ready neonata?" He asks. I scowl fiercely and walk closer until we are feet to feet-or is it foot to foot to foot to.....I'm pretty sure it's feet to feet. Anyways, I poke him on the chest and bring upon my most frightening glare.

"Don't you ever touch my things again."

"No promises." And with a sigh, I go on to make my second masterpiece.