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Ψ 𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐧 Ψ

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, I had a piece of charcoal in my hand as I sat on a rock and sketched out a part of the camp as my fingers began to turn black as I sketched it out with my hands rubbing the paper.

But as I thought I sat in peace and quiet I suddenly heard "what're you up to?"

I looked up seeing that guy again "Luke..."

He smirked and saw my hands and saw my book "woah." I stopped myself as he sat down beside me looking up seeing me recreate the signs for all the cabins.

"I'm impressed" I looked at him and said "I love art...one of my talents."

I began smudging the appears again with my fingers as he continued to stare, I didn't know why I was wanting to be so open. Maybe I wanted a friend? No. I'm friends with Damien, why was I wanting to talk to him? I don't know at all.

"You smiled a lot talking about your mom." He suddenly let out and I just turned my head to the right of where he sat.

"What?" I asked.

He seemed to realize what he may have said and stopped "sorry."

I watched him seem a bit jittery but calm when speaking about my mom, I wondered why that exactly was?

"Let me start again, I'm Luke. Son of Hermes."

I couldn't help but cover up my laugh at him, "Hayley Reyes, Daughter of Melina Reyes."

Luke looked confused by my words as I sketched in my book "my mom, I don't care whether or not my godly parent tries to claim me, hell I heard of a kid who was only 12 get claimed by Poseidon after 2 days. I didn't even know my dad was a god or if he was even real."

I felt his two eyes right on me, staring at me as I worked on the different godly names on these signs in my book.

My ears twinged at his small chuckles "so you don't like your parents?"

I turned my head to look at him "like I just said. I've never met him, but if he decides to claim me, maybe we could have a talk and I can slap him to death."

Again he was curious, he asked "why is that?"

I stopped and turned my head and my body to face him "got an attitude huh?" He mentioned.

That's when I decided to ask him "can you fly around like Hermes then? No? I didn't think so."

He scoffed at me as I turned back to my book and continued working out small details on the page of my sketch "I am just here to keep my mom safe, Damien told me he would make sure of that."

Luke laughed out and explained "not really how it works, you just have to stay away from her, until you can learn how to protect yourself."

When he said that I had shrugged, "I think I know how to do so pretty well, living in New York is neither safe nor easy of a task."

A soft little chuckle left his mouth, it was faint but I heard it.

"A 17 year old, unclaimed Demi-God Daughter...to be honest I don't think I've met someone who was found at an older age, not claiming you're like 50."

My head went back his way as he had a small hint of a smirk just appearing, the left side of his face a soft curl up. I turned back and put my stuff away and packed it up.

"When I do art I like peace and quiet, instead you are making so much noise."

He claimed "I just made small talk."

I wiped my hands on a damp tissue I had with me, "okay. Let's get one thing straight, Smirky, I don't care to make friends, neither do I care about my dad who may never show up to say 'oh so you're the daughter I left for 17 years to let her mother rot' I don't care what you think about me or your opinions. I've been through far worse than someone like you so either leave me alone or better yet just don't talk!"

I myself was kinda shocked by my reaction and where it came from, possibly from all the emotions bubbled up it just bursted out of nowhere. Luke stood there staring at me, both of us stunned maybe more so me and him, he just found out about my big mouth.

"I was just trying to get to know you alright, after what happened in the cabin especially then."

My throat closed not knowing what to say but I guess he had a lot more "first of all, I'm sorry if I had urged you in some way to feel like I'm pressuring you. After the way you woke up. We all get nightmares, but we don't all wake up like that."

My eyes slightly looked at him for a second and I looked away as I made my back to face him instead "what happened?"

In my mind all I wanted to do was tell him something, tell him my mom...the best mom in the entire world had to go through so much just so I could be okay. But I couldn't. I just couldn't...at least not until I was able to trust him.

"Nothing...I just miss my mom. After being her baby for 17 years...you appreciate what your parents do for you. No matter what they have to endure, as long as you can find some way to repay what you did. I guess that makes this my way of repaying her, staying far away so she could be safe."

I looked away as I heard him say "you may be in pain right now. But believe me...it will go away."

I scoffed out "and how would you know? You didn't just get thrown into a world that you're supposed to be a part of and then you realize you were never supposed to! Going to middle school has girls throwing water at your face, messing up your life and even in high school where no one talks to you because you're crazy!"

"Come on, let me show you around." He suggested.

I looked up at him as if he were crazy, I yelled at him and yet he still wants to talk to me.

"Are you playing a game?" I let escape out of my mouth as he smirked.

"No game to be played, just an understanding of what you're going through. Believe me. Now I just want to show you around."

I looked at him as he looked back at me and I groaned telling him "let me just...get my stuff back to my space?" He gave me a small nod. I'll wait until then."

He turned around saying put and I just shook out my head walking into the cabin, was this guy just crazy? Or was he that adamant of making me a friend?

Well, all I can say is as of this point I wouldn't have realized he had, other intentions...

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It seems Luke really is trying in the chapter.

Does he simply want to be a friend? Or is there something more he's not saying?