March 1st

Percy's pov.

There are time's when I seriously think the fates hate me, and there are other times when I'm almost positive they hate me.

Today happened to be one of those days.

It started out normally, waking up and going to school, just as all morning usually went. It was one of those days I figured would be relatively quiet, aside from maybe a minor monster attack or one of my demigod friends popping up and causing trouble. (I'm going to have to slap myself for that later.)

In a way I was sort of right.

The weirdness started around third period, in which I have History. I was sitting in my normal spot in the center of the room, not playing attention and twirling a pencil around my finger.

Near the middle of the hour, I heard a group of girls giggling in the corner.

They were those girls you see who are always wearing skirts and makeup, and shrieking hysterically whenever a ball comes near them in gym class. They always sat at there own table, talking about who knows what and giggling in frequency's only hellhounds should here.

I, unfortunately, was sitting close enough to hear their conversation.

"O.M.G, who is that cutie!" One of the larger ones squealed.

"I don't know, but isn't he hot?"

They broke out in a fit of giggles and squeals that made me want to bang my head in a brick wall.

"You know what? He sort of look like..." She stopped talking, obviously pointing to someone.

"Ohmygosh, your right! The black hair is identical!"

"Yeah, but the guy standing outside is to pale...and he looks like he just got out of the shower, oh, how dreamy that style is!"

It almost sounded like they were describing...

"And is that a bomber jacket? Maybe his grandfather served during world war two.'

...Nico.

I turned towards the girls, and they were all starring out the window and blushing. I darted my eyes over to where they were starring.

They were watching a boy with shaggy black hair and pale skin, wearing all black except for the brown bomber jacket. He stood with his hands in his pockets and looked around the court yard as if he was looking for someone.

Gods, kill me now.

Nico often came to my school, but only after to school to meet me, and we usually wet in the ally beside the middle school. If he was here in plain sight, then something must be up.

I got up from my desk, leaving my unattended work sheet behind. The teacher, Mr. Boring (He teaches history to sophomores during this hour.) looked up from his desk, a frown etched on his face. I haven't really been his favorite student since the ordeal with Mrs. O'Leary.

"Yes, Mr. Jackson. What is it?"

"Um, may I use the restroom please." Wow, great excuse Percy.

He sighed. "Why didn't you go before class started?"

"Um, well actually, I've started to feel a little sick so..." I wrapped an arm around my stomach to add effect.

"Go." He said.

Works every time.

Nico was standing outside the school leaning on a tree with his arms crossed. As I mentioned he was wearing all black, a black T-shirt with a red skull, black jeans and black converse. The skull clip that grew into his sword was clipped to his belt.

"Hey Perce, what took you so long?" He asked when I stepped outside.

"Well, I usually don't expect people to pop up and expect me to meet them without my knowledge."

Nico snorted. "Really, I hope for your sake that your joking."

I chuckled and waved off his comment. "So, why are you here?"

He shrugged. "Chiron sent me."

"Did he tell you why, exactly."

"Nope."

"Classic."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Sometimes I feel these immortal beings leave us in the dark just to make our lives more complicated."

Nico laughed. "Wouldn't surprise me."

My eyes closed as I put my hands in my pockets, then I turned to Nico, opened my eyes and smiled slightly.

"Well, guess we have no choice. Lets go."

He nodded and extended his hand, which I took, then the next thing we knew we were surrounded by wind rushing around us in total darkness. Sometimes I envied Nico for being able to shadow travel.

I landed face first on the grassy hill with Nico falling on top of m then rolling a few feet away.

"Nico, you got to work on that!" I yelled at him while sitting up, rubbing the bump on my head where I was sure I'd see a bruise tomorrow.

I heard a laugh behind me. "Welcome back to Camp Half Blood, Percy. We've been expecting you."

I'm happy to announce this story is finally posted. I know this is probably obvious, but I feel the need to say this. Before you go onto the next chapter, you need to read my first story "Percy Jackson's Little Sister" first, or else you'll be totally lost.