In which, Adira Lancaster falls in love with her rival, Percy Jackson
OR
he falls in love with her first, unknowingly.
She only seemed to think about a rivalry. Nothing else. Zilch. Nada. Zip.
-disclaimer- I do not own the Percy Jackson Books, or an...
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My cheeks must've been really red, because after Adira kissed me, I felt on top of the world.
C.C. took my arm and guided me toward the mirrored wall. "You see, Percy... to unlock your potential, you'll need serious help. The first step is admitting that you're not happy the way you are."
I fidgeted in the front of the mirror. I hated thinking about my appearance—like the first zit that had cropped up on my nose at the beginning of the school year, or the fact that my two front teeth weren't perfectly even, or that my hair never stayed down straight.
C.C.'s voice brought all of these things to mind, as if she were passing me under a microscope. And my clothes were not cool. I knew that.
Who cares? Part of me thought. But standing in front of C.C.'s mirror, it was hard to see anything good in myself. I wanted to be perfect.
Perfect for.. her.. Adi.
"There, there," C.C. consoled. "How about we try...this."
She snapped her fingers and a sky-blue curtain rolled down over the mirror. It shimmered like the fabric on her loom.
"What do you see?" C.C. asked.
I looked at the blue cloth, not sure what she meant. "I don't—"
Then it changed colors. I saw myself—a reflection, but not a reflection. Shimmering there on the cloth was a cooler version of Percy Jackson—with just the right clothes, a confident smile on my face. My teeth were straight. No zits. A perfect tan. More athletic. Maybe a couple of inches taller. It was me, without the faults.
"Whoa," I managed.
"Do you want that?" C.C. asked. "Or shall I try a different—"
"No," I said. "That's... that's amazing. Can you really—"
"I can give you a full makeover," C.C. promised.
"What's the catch?" I said. "I have to like...eat a special diet?"
"Oh, it's quite easy," C.C. said. "Plenty of fresh fruit, a mild exercise program, and of course...this."
She stepped over to her wet bar and filled a glass with water. Then she ripped open a drink-mix packet and poured in some red powder. The mixture began to glow. When it faded, the drink looked just like a strawberry milkshake.
"One of these, substituted for a regular meal," C.C. said. "I guarantee you'll see results immediately."
"How is that possible?"
She laughed. "Why question it? I mean, don't you want the perfect you right away? Don't you want to be perfect for Miss. Adira?"
