~Your POV~
The next few weeks are uneventful. The only thing is I've started training with Nico. I'm certainly not good, but I'm getting better with a sword.
Nico and I have gotten closer in the last few weeks. I hadn't realised it until today. It's all I've thought about today.
It seems stupid. Even I think so. I should want a friend, not be scared of having one! I probably wouldn't be like this if my mom stayed... I don't care what anyone says, I hate her. I hate her for allowing my dad to get with his awful girlfriend. I hate her for ignoring me when I needed her most. I hate her for claiming me the day I got here, thinking that would make everything okay. I hate her for leaving my dad. I hate her for leaving me.
Nothing will ever convince me otherwise.
Tonight after training, I skip dinner and go for a walk in the forest. I don't want to talk to Nico or Emily or Leo or anyone. It makes me a horrible person, but I can't be friends with them! I can't! Not them, not Piper, Annabeth, Percy, Jason, Will, nobody! I don't know what losing someone again would do to me.
I walk through the woods, just thinking. Thinking that I want friends, I want family, but I can't have any of that. My thoughts are interupted when something comes out of nowhere, crashing into me.
The force knocks me over. I scoot back as fast as I can and take out my sword.
Then I realise it's a person.
"Hey! Cool it, (Y/l/n)! It's Nico!"
I lower my sword. "Oh... Sorry...." I put my sword away.
He holds out his hand to help me up and I take it. "What are you doing out here?" he asks.
"I could ask you the same question,"
"Point taken."
"Why aren't you at dinner?"
"I could ask you the same question," he mocks.
I roll my eyes. "Shut up, di Angelo!"
He smirks.
I don't want to ask him to leave me alone, because honestly, I don't want him to. He's the only real friend I have. The only one I 've had in three years....
So we talk for a while. In the beginning, it's just about little things. Nothing that matters all that much. But somehow we get to talking about his sister Bianca and my dad and our hatered of our godly parents. I discover I have a lot in common with that boy. He understands me like no one I've ever met, he doesn't judge me for ranting about my mom or my life because he feels the same way. He doesn't argue that my mom loves me or that she wanted to help me. He's not like everyone else. He's just so understanding and sweet and--
Wait, what?! No! No. no, no! Not happening I did not just think that! I don't--
"(Y/n)?"
"Huh?"
"You okay...?"
"Yeah, just tired... I should get going..."
"Oh... Yeah me too..."
"See ya at breakfast, Nico," I say.
"See ya...."
I lay awake in bed. I can't sleep. Do I like Nico?
I can't like Nico! It's dangerous! Gods, what's wrong with me?!
I didn't sleep at all that night. I don't usually sleep well, but I didn't sleep for a minute. I was driving myself insane. I couldn't stop thinking about my friends and whether I liked Nico or not...
I wake up and walk to the bathroom. I get dressed and look in the mirror. I look like a wreck. There are heavy bags under my eyes. I sigh and leave to go to breakfast.
Annabeth walks up to me. "Hey,"
I look at her. "Hi,"
"Oh Gods! You look awful!"
"Thanks,"
"Seriously, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just haven't gotten enough sleep lately,"
I sit down and don't talk to anyone the whole time. I appearantly make it quite clear that I am not to be bothered because no one tries to talk to me either.
Thanks the gods there's no training today. I just go out into the woods, like usual.
I still can't get everyone out of my head.
I think I'm losing my mind.
