Hey! I read a review, and the person asked me for a follow up chapter on Nico's classmates' reactions to his story. So, here you go XD

Disclaimer: Thou art stupid for thinking I own PJO

Glenn Smithers hadn't expected the report Nico di Angelo had given. Nor had he expected him to walk out, and jump in the back of a car that had seemingly appeared from nowhere. Instantly, the group if fourteen year olds started shouting.

" Where did Nico go?"

" Is it true?"

" Did you see the way the shadows built behind him?" Glenn held his hand up for silence. Reluctantly, the hubbub faded, and Glenn took a deep breath. That di Angelo kid would be back tomorrow, his father begging for the school to take him back. He smirked. Rich kids. So predictable, acting so tough. A girl, Rosa, put her hand up.

" Miss York?" Rosa looked green. She was sweating. A girl with blonde hair so pale it was almost white was patting her back. Glenn already knew what was going to happen, but he played along.

" I think I'm going to puke." Glenn nodded, and passed her a prewritten slip. Rosa dashed to the nurse's office, and there was a knock at the door. Mr Hansen, the principal.

" Hello, 8GS. May I borrow your teacher for a moment?" Glenn put the assistant in charge, and hurried away, as the students whispered and pointed. As soon as they were out of earshot, Mr Hansen glanced around.

" Listen. That kid, Nico?" Glenn made a noise, and held up the paper he kept in his back pocket to show friends, family, acquaintances and even enemies. Showing off about a nightmare kid always generated a lot of sympathy, and it was fun to relive the tale.

" Yeah, him. His father is not happy, to say the least. He's demanding to know what happened. Excuse my language, but the shit's hit the fan. He wants to sue. Front office, now." Glenn felt fear hit the bottom of his stomach. What if he was fired? What then? Where would he live? God damn. The two men walked in silence, and they found a tall, dark man wearing a business suit, waiting for them. he stood up, and Mr Hansen shook his hand.

" Clark Hansen, the principal. This is Glenn Smithers, your son's teacher. You must be Nico's father." Clark smiled smoothly, and Nico's father regarded him coldly. His phone buzzed, and he ignored it.

" I go by many names. Though I suppose, the most common one would have to be Hades." Glenn recoiled. Who called their kid Hades? He took a deep breath, and put on a shaky smile. Hades checked his phone, and he nodded, satisfied.

" It appears that my son is safe, according to his cousins. No thanks to you." Something occurred to Glenn. How did this Hades fellow know that Nico had gone? He gave Glenn a twisted smile.

" You will find that I have a few friends here. They informed me. So. Is it true?" Rosa York. Of course.

" Is, uh, what true, sir?" Clark asked tentatively.

" That you made my son, my only son, recount all of his experiences? And then told him that he'd been through nothing worse than a scraped knee? My son nearly died. Several times. He has suffed great pain, both emotional and physical, and he hasn't had the upbringing I would've wished for. So tell me. Did I make a mistake sending Nico here? Should I have listened to him when he said that no-one would believe him, that he wanted to wait until high school when he had his outings with him? Because so far? Absolutely." Hades' eyes were filled with hate, and both teachers had never felt so small. Glenn suddenly noticed the African-American girl with curly hair like cinnamon and gold eyes stood behind him. She had a similar face shape to Nico, and she was fidgeting. The girl wore a purple shirt with SPQR printed on in gold, and jeans.

" Sir, I-" The girl looked up, and Clark faltered. Her eyes were strong, and commanding.

" Father, please don't get too angry. The amount of paperwork you had to file last time was unbelievable." Hades sighed, and nodded at her.

" Fine. Hazel, where's that Mars spawn?" Hazel grimaced, but composed herself.

" Frank? He's waiting in the car with Jason." Hades nodded, and turned to face the two members of staff again.

" Hazel, go wait with Frank."

" Father, I-"

" Go!" Hazel sighed, and walked away. Hades muttered to himself, and glared at the men.

" All rational creatures are scared of the dark. Are you?" Hades shot a look at the pair, who shook their head.

" You should be. As of now, my son is no longer a student of this school. Good day. Or should I say good night?" Hades smiled, and walked away, leaving two grown men wanting to run for the hills.

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Rosa York smiled, clearly satisfied, as she exited the bathroom. As a daughter of Demeter, she could get away with only spending the summer in Camp Half-Blood. It had been simple, really. Her fellow demigod, Jazz Evans, daughter of Nemesis, had picked up a few tricks from the Hermes kids, and she really looked like she was going to puke. Actually? She was IM-ing Hades, Lord of the Dead, telling him what had happened. This had been a long term quest, and Jazz, Rosa and a son of Aphodite, Markus. The three had been deliberately chosen, because they weren't exactly the most powerful demigods. of course, Nico had no idea, and it was all the trio could do to not yell at him. Of course, they'd listened, petrified, recognising some parts, not recognising others. And when Nico di Angelo ran away, they'd mutually agreed to tell Hades.

And that's how the Lord of the Dead showed up at a fancy middle school whilst rich mortals were whispering about his son.