"Come on Coco, your mom's Aphrodite, how can you not see that he likes you back!" Éponine protested for the 10th time today.
"I told you, he does not like me, and I can't remember telling you if I like him either," I said back. I was taking a walk with my friend from camp, Éponine, who was a daughter of Ares. People say that our friendship was unusual because of our parentage, but she's not so bad.
"Oh, well. It's probably pretty obvious,have you seen yourself when you're around him? You get all red and start stuttering." She exclaimed.
"I don't! And if I actually do, then how are you sure that he likes me back?!"
"I've got evidence for that. You know Connor Stoll? He was planning to play a prank on David, but when he opened David's desk drawer, guess what?" Ep' said asked, focusing on my love life. It's not a common occurrence that she would talk about that.
"What?" I grumbled. It was probably some candy wrappers, some stolen toys or some illegal coca cola.
"It's you, your pictures and these little strips of paper saying 'I love you' and other things like that! You can't deny it anymore Coco, you've got a secret admirer!" She said that last part in a voice that is almost sing-songy. Sometimes I just wish that she's like her siblings who don't care about love at all. She might seem serious and tough, but she cares about my love life, excessively.
"Hah, like I'll believe that! How did you find out about that anyway?"
"Oh, I caught him trying to play a prank on Chiron and threatened him to give me all the evidence of you and David or else I was going to report him,"
I rolled my eyes. Fine. So what if I like him and he likes me? It's not like we're going to date or anything, plus, I don't want it to end like last time.
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"Dad, could you tell me about mom again?" I asked from the other side of the dinner table.
"What else do you want to know?" Dad asked back, "I already told you all I know, she went as quickly as she came, so I have not a lot of information about her,"
I didn't understand. I just didn't. Who was she? Where was she from? But the most important question was.....Why did she leave? Did she even know that I existed? Did she care?
My family was wealthy. We have food and clothes, more than we ever needed. My father was a famous fashion designer, and was always the center of attention. Most people would think it's so good to have a famous father, but noooooooooo. He hardly has time for me, he's always away somewhere. A business trip, a formal meeting, a party far away.
But I was always left behind at home by myself in the big, empty house. Until he came. We met at the park, I was upset about my father when he came and told me to smile. We hung out after that and quickly liked each other. We were a couple, I guess, but I never gave it much thought, I just liked being with him.
But then I left. Dad needed to move to New York to focus there. He was heartbroken, I was heartbroken. I begged and begged to go back to California but no. He just left me in this big house in Manhattan. Nowhere to go, no one to see, I then snapped. I ran to the bus stop, going to who knows where and ended up at the north shore of Long Island...
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Hey it's Nemesis here sorry the others Wattpad didn't work so the author notes are a bit late. Hebe wrote most of this and Hecate helped. Welp hope you have fun reading.
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Slice of Camp Half Blood Life
FanfictionSome slices of life in CHB after Heroes of Olympus. Includes original characters that you will love! New and old recurring characters are featured too. Going through major editing! Will soon be on other platforms so watch out! Everything belongs to...