Double Life? Make it Triple

Chapter 4

A/N

Okay, to answer the last chapters question: I'm gonna say the twins, Apollo and Artemis. And as for my favourite series...PJO. Gotta stick with the original. Though HOO is a close second.

"Okay. Remember, we're gonna show Drew and her gang-" I winced. "Sorry, posse, who's boss."

"Yep. Let's go. My feet are sore from standing," I complained.

"And you're wearing sandals," Piper muttered. The car ride was silent. When we pulled up to the gym, Leo and Jason were standing outside. You couldn't miss Leo's oil-stained shirt. Piper scowled when she saw him.

"Did you even try?" She demanded. He shrugged.

"It was the cleanest thing I had," he said.

"Cleanest thing he had," she mimicked in disgust.

"Well, let's go! I heard the foods good," Jason remarked, and set off for the door.

"Wait for me!" Leo squeaked, eyeing Piper warily.

"Wimp," Piper muttered, before heading in after him. Inside, the gym was decorated amazingly. It was a winter style theme, and there were fake snowflakes and white streamers and balloons.

"Hey, Pipes, wanna dance?" Jason asked awkwardly after a few minutes.

"Sure, Jase!" They skipped onto the dance floor. I nudged Leo.

"Your Calypso senses tingling?" I asked. He gave me a look.

"Bad Spiderman reference. I would not dance with her, even if she asked me to."

"Rude. I'm gonna go get some punch. See ya soon," I told him, then headed toward the punch table. Halfway there, though, I felt a tap on my back.

"Care to dance?" I spun, and came face to face with the offender. He had tangled blonde hair, and I couldn't make out the rest of him. His mask hid his face well. I glanced back as Leo, who was talking to a group of people. I shrugged.

"What the hay. Sure," I replied. He led me out onto the dance floor, and started to slow dance.

"So. You go here?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. All my life," I replied. He tilted his head.

"Really? I'm sure I'd remember a face as nice as yours," he remarked. I raised my eyebrows, then remembered he couldn't see it.

"Please, you're bordering on being like someone I know, and I do not want to think about him tonight," I said.

"Who do I remind you of?" He questioned.

"Some guy I know. He's a real jerk," I told him. His eyes twinkled beneath the mask, but because of the gauze over them, I couldn't make out which colour they were.

"Ah, I see. I know a lot of jerks," he nodded. I grinned.

"I'm sure you do. So, you go here too?" I questioned.

"Yep. All my life," he mocked. I stepped on his foot lightly.

"Whatever. What's your name?" He immediately tensed up.

"Uh, it doesn't matter. What's yours?" He sent back, looking slightly flustered.

"If you don't tell me yours, I'm not telling you mine," I said firmly. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Okay. I'm...Pierre. Pierre Johansson," he stumbled over the words, as if they were surreal to him.

"Beth. Beth Ch-ar-man," I said awkwardly.

"You don't sound so sure," Pierre remarked.

"Neither did you," I shot back.

"Touché. So...I got nothing. Small talks not my thing," he admitted.

"Same here."

"Then, I guess we do...big talk?" He suggested. I grinned at thst.

"And what's big talk?" I questioned.

"When you talk about big stuff. Like elephants, or, um...houses! So, where's your house?" He rambled. I stifled a laugh.

"You want to know where my house is," I repeated. I could faintly see his eyes widen.

"No! I mean, that's what I said, but I didn't mean that, and I don't want to know where you live, because that would be creepy..." he pressed his hands to his face. "I'm not good at big talk, either."

"I can see that," I said, smirking. He scrabbled for something in his pants pocket.

"Hey, uh, can you write your number? You seem cool," he asked nervously, holding out a pen. I hesitated. I did have a phone for non-gang-related stuff, but only Piper, Jason, Leo and my mom had the number. Then again, not having a phone would be suspicious. I scrawled the number on his hand.

"That washes off, you ain't getting a second one," I warned him. He nodded, staring at the number.

"I feel really weird. Like, this whole thing," he swept his hand in an arc, "just doesn't seem right. Maybe I'm just really out of my element."

"Trust me, I know the feeling," I answered. He looked at me curiously.

"I'm sure you go to these sorts of things all the time."

"Ha. Heck no. I mean, I'm not used to coming to these things, or talking to other people," I answered.

"I think I've got the talking covered."

"Really? You seem...average at the small and big talk," I said, arching an eyebrow. His face contorted.

"Yeah? If you knew what I'm normally like, you probably wouldn't be talking to me," he replied.

"I'm sure I would. Why wouldn't I?"

"You seem like the type to hate my type. Some people say I'm a bit of a player," he answered.

"Oh, gods. You're not Colten, are you?" He grinned.

"Nope, not Colten. I'd say I'm more of an...opportunist."

"Opportunist as in?"

"Takes opportunities. In all meanings of the word," he grinned big, like a Cheshire cat grin.

"Well, I'd better be getting back to my friends," I said, but didn't move.

"So should I." He stayed put, too.

"You have nice eyes," he said eventually. Too bad they weren't real. I lifted my eyebrows.

"Thanks. You-I can't actually see your eyes."

"They're staying under here," he said with a grin.

"Really?"

"You know, you remind me of someone, too," he said.

"Yeah. Before she-" he stopped abruptly, and shook his head.

"Forget I said anything. What's your favourite colour?" He asked randomly.

"Probably grey. Or, I dunno, I've always liked orange," I answered.

"Like the Half-Bloods?" I was sort of surprised at that, but then shook it off. Everyone talked about the Half-Bloods.

"No way. I just like the colour."

"Mine's blue," he told me.

"Like the Titans?" I smirked mockingly. He lifted a shoulder.

"I knew someone in the Titans. They intrigued me. But no, that's not why it's my favourite colour." We spent about another half hour talking, before I headed back to my friends. Leo, Jason and Piper were all grinning at me.

"So. Who's he?" Leo asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up," I said. He obliged.

I spotted a group of girls with silver bandanas. Ah, crap. The Hunters were not high on my list of favourite people. They didn't believe in my gang personas ethics.

"Hey Chase! Nice wig!" Their leader, Zoe, called out. I know everyone calls gang members by their last names, but everyone knows the leaders full name. The last name thing is just a formality.

"Nightshade! What a pleasure!" I yelled back.

"Nice bruises. Those stitches and that limp really pull it all together. Who did that?" Another one, Grace, hollered. The other hunters laughed.

"Not one of you, that's for sure!" I called back smugly. I stalked off as they stared after me.

"Wow, you sure showed them," drawled a voice. My fists clenched.

"Why the hell do you keep showing up so much? It's starting to get annoying," I said, stopping.

"What would be the fun in not annoying you?" I spun, and my eyebrows raised to the top of my head. "Oh, uh, I thought you were someone else. Sorry." They looked taken aback, too.

"Uh, me too. Sorry bout that," Peter Johnson scratched his neck awkwardly. I was in gang form. But my black wig was in it's ponytail, because I'd forgotten about it, but luckily my bandana covered most of my face, and I didn't have my contacts in. So I was mostly identifiable as Chase.

"So, you're messed up in this whole gang business, huh?" He asked. I nodded sharply.

"Yeah. The Titans. Woohoo," I said dully. He raised an eyebrow.

"I get the feeling you don't like me," he said bluntly.

"Someone told me that the other day. You remind me of them," I explained.

"It's not nice to make assumptions," he replied, the eyebrow still raised.

"And it's not nice to make snide remarks at people you don't even know. Your point?"

"You know, you remind me of someone too. Someone I hate," he pondered.

"Yay for me. Now, I have gang business to attend to, so I'll be off. Unless you have other ideas?" I asked innocently, casually weighing my knife. He swallowed and stepped back.

"None. I'm good. See ya round."

"I hope not."

"Hear, hear." I groaned as he walked away. Annabeth Carter's and Chase's lives were starting to merge. This was not good.

"You met Peter. In gang form," Leo repeated.

"Yep," I replied.

"Man, you're screwed," he mused. Piper shoved him.

"Shut up, Repair Boy. If word gets out that she's in a gang...she could be expelled!"

"So could half the student body, though. A lot of them are gang members in disguise," I reminded her.

"Imagine if Peter was in a gang," Jason thought aloud. We exchanged glances, then burst out laughing.

"Man, that'd be...that'd be funny," I choked out.

"He does sound as jerk-y as Jackson, though," Piper pointed out.

"If he was Jackson...nope. That wouldn't happen. They're too different," I said.

"Carter's a quiet bookworm. Chase is outgoing, adventurous, and definitely not a bookworm," Piper pointed out.

"True. But when Peter is Jackson is the day I fail my math exam," I said. Jason raised an eyebrow.

"I'll hold you to that."

"What'll you do if he is Jackson?" He thought about that.

"Me and Leo'll run around the school in our underwear. Deal?" Leo held up his hands.

"Woah, woah, woah. When did I agree to this?"

"Deal," I said. "You've got no chance."

"I know," Jason replied. Piper furrowed her eyebrows.

"So...you want to run around the school half naked?"

"I didn't say that..."

"It was implied."

"Whatever. Anyway, I'll just do some laps or something. Leo can be chased by the uniform police."

"Aw, man, that's not nice. Not nice."

Maybe it could've been better, but there it is.

This chapters question:

Favourite quote? Or just a quote that you like?

-HV