Don't mess with fire

Part 1, chapter 2

After lots of screaming, muffled by the hand, I opened my eyes to see another pair looking right back at me that simultaneously made me think of summer and gave me the indescribable urge to recycle.
The eyes belonged to a boy with an angular yet pleasant  face and dark wavy hair. He looked not much older than me, just 15 perhaps.
He put a finger to his lips, telling me to be silent.
I nodded slowly and he removed his hand from my slightly sore face.
Looking back, I should have screamed for help, but I was too busy staring at the box by his side.
Doughnuts.
I looked up at him.
"Doughnut ninja?" I whispered.
"Huh?" His loud voice jarred my spine.
Usually I'm fine around boys my age, but this one was oddly intimidating.
I tried again.
"Yo- you threw the doughnuts?"
"Ah yes, shame that, good doughnuts."
I ignored that last comment.
"So you could see the snakes too?"
The boy looked at me with a facial expression that obviously meant 'duh'.
I swallowed, congratulating myself on finding someone who was obviously as mental as me.
"Okay, so who are you?"
He put down his doughnut. (When had he even started that?)
"Right, you may call me Lars, I'm here to escort you to your new home."
I stared at him with a facial expression that obviously meant 'huh?'
"God you demigods are dense."
Demigods.
He rolled his gorgeous eyes. They were so green, yet brown as well, like a forest on a summers day...
Sorry, distracted.
He rolled his very plain eyes.
"I'm not really meant to say much, that's Chirons job, but basically you're different, not normal, not, well, fully human."
I must have been terrible at hiding my confusion as Lars sighed deeply, shaking his head.
"Are you or are you not, Calypso Dahlia Nordaway?"
I stared.
"Um- well.. yeah I guess.."
"And do you or do you not only know one of your biological parents?"
I stared again.
"Well yes, but what does my dad have anyth-"
"Look I can't say, you just have to trust me. Come on or we'll miss our flight.
He stood up, brushing leaves off his legs and held out a hand to help me.
I took it and had to stifle a laugh.
I am not a very tall girl, one of the shortest in my year in fact, but when we stood, Lars barely came up to my chin.
I looked down into his eyes.
No matter how short, still good-looking.
"So" I fiddled with my ring, a nervous habit. "My dad is , what, a unicorn or something?"
Lars laughed. He had a nice laugh.
"Well, you could say that, though some like to call them Gods."