Smile (Solangelo)

Part 6

The time was twelve A.M.

The day was Friday. Will and I had cleared the air from earlier today -- or should I say yesterday?

"Will!" I groaned into my pillow.

"Nico, shut up and go to sleep." He was about 500% done with my late night bullshit. I haven't been able to sleep due to some sort of pill he gave me.

"But what about school? We missed some!"

"Nico di Angelo," Will clasped his hands together. "Since when did you like, or even care, about school?"

"Since I found out you gave me wakey-wakey meds!" I exclaimed.

"I gave you 'heal the h*ck up', meds," Will explained. "Be greatful."

"But-"

"We have Capture The Flag tomorrow," he said, "so shut up and go to sleep."

I finally rolled over and shut up. That lasted about four or five seconds.

"Hey, Will," I called, my Italian side peeking a little when I said his name. "You're on my team, right?"

"Yeah, unless you don't shut up!" I should probably actually sleep.

My eyes closed for a split second, and I was out.

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Waking up was horrible. Will was sitting next to my bed, eating this huge plate of celery. It smelled worse than Percy Jackson's socks.

"Bunny breath," I muttered.

"Sugar Lips," Will shot back.

Appearently he was still hitting on me. Just like old times, great. The only difference is that I'm able to recognize what his intentions are.

"Let me free," I croaked, my voice still deep from the morningness happening.

"No." He was firm on that choice. "Not until you eat."

I groaned and rudely spoke my mind about the infirmary for a minute.

Will laughed at the very colorful names I chose to call this place. "Anyhow, what do you want for breakfast." Seeing as what happened yesterday about breakfast, I took this as a challenge.

I was going to find the most sugary, sweet, colaorie-packed, unhealthy cereal out there. "Am I allowed to look at the cereal closet?"

Will groaned and starting ranting -- again -- on how bad cereal was for the demigod body.

The infirmary was packed with cereals. There was Captain Crunch, Coco Puffs, Frosted Flakes, freaking Lucky Charms, too.

I decided on a mix of two -- Lucky Charms and Coco Puffs. The two most unhealthy cereals I could find.

"Your diet is gonna kill the both of us," Will said under his breath.

"Says the rabbit."

Will stood there, staring at me and trying to think of a snarky or sarcastic comment, but was left with nothing.

"You know what," he finally spoke. "Shut up."

"Ooh, you're lowering your consideration points," I joked. Will lightly punched me on the arm.

At that moment, Jase Lee decided to enter the food closet. Will and I quickly slipped out, neither of us wanting to get shoved in a cereal box by him.

I shoved huge spoonfuls into my mouth, finishing the food in no time. Will had finished his rabbit food, too.

"I'm going," I simply stated. "See you after lunch." Will never asked where I was going. Gods, I could be going to a assassin club (or whatever they have) and he still wouldn't question me.

But I was just going to my cabin. Freshen up a bit, change clothes, get armor ready. Stuff like that.

I was going to kick the other team's ass.