Operation 'Free The Forest Folk' Phase Two: The Bunker

Quintyn Avilov's POV

I sat with my cabin listening to Chiron teach us about Ancient Greek Mythology. Instead of listening, I was thinking about all the possible ways I could make my escape. Unfortunately the only things that were coming to mind were flash bombs and smoke grenades. I had neither. I'm sure any other person of Greek God descent would have found these classes incredibly interesting, I on the other hand, just wanted to go talk to people or maybe steal another Pegasus, anything but listen to a centaur drone on and on about Zeus putting his dick in every hole he could find. I wondered why Luke was the only child of Zeus in camp. I locked my two hands in a fist and rammed my head repeatedly against them.
"Quintyn?" I heard Chiron say from the front. I looked up, not unlocking my hands.
"Present," I said. My half siblings looked around to me, which was kind of intimidating, seeing as they had all been paying close attention to his words. I guess I was easy to pick out as delinquent in this crowd.
"Did you hear what I said?" He asked me with one eyebrow raised.
"Oh, of course, sir," I said.
"Care to elaborate?" He asked.
"Well, I um-" I looked around and spotted Lily, who had her book raised a bit so I could see the page, she pointed to the heading of the chapter. Narcissus. "You were talking about that Narcissus guy."
"Can you explain a little bit about him?" He asked. I gazed over at Lily's page once again. She pointed to a picture of a young man staring into a reflection of himself. Oh! That guy! I thought triumphantly.
"He fell in love with his reflection," I said as confidently as I could. Chiron looked at me skeptically for a minute. He sighed and looked back at his book.
"These myths could very well be the reason for your survival, please make sure you're paying attention," he said.
"Of course, Chiron," I said in a voice I tried to make sound genuine. I caught Lily's glance. She smirked my way, and I mouthed 'thank you' to her. She was a pretty cool half sister if I do say so myself. My other siblings turned their grey eyes back to Chiron and listened intently. I rested my cheek on my hand and tried to listen, but my mind searched for better things to think about. Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and I saw Luke standing in the doorway. Everyone looked his way, and he seemed to shrink back at the mass amount of intense grey eyes that stared at him.
"Luke?" Chiron asked, flicking his horse tail seemingly irritably.
"Um... I really need to talk to Quintyn. It's an emergency," he said.
"And emergency?" I said scrambling to my feet. "Well gosh, golly, gee, Mr. C, I'd better get goin'" I said in my best 70's 10 year old boy impression. I was very, very proud of my rhyming. Chrion gave a sigh, but I guess decided I wasn't a huge importance to the class anyway and waved me away.
"Go ahead," was all he said. I walked fast out of the room, and when the door was closed attacked Luke with a hug. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands while wrapped in my hug. He decided to put them on my hips. I looked at him with a cheeky smile, raising one of my eyebrows. He blushed and let go, I broke away from the hug as well.
"Gods on Olympus thank you," I said.
"It can't be that bad," Luke said.
"You have no idea," I replied. "What did you need me for?"
"Finn wants you to help hold down the fort at Deans cabin and protect the nymphs and satyr," he explained.
"Sounds like more fun than Ancient Greek Mythology class," I said. "I'm in."

Anger rose in my chest as I looked at Finn and who I just now realized might be her girlfriend.
"Finn," I said, that Russian accent returning to my voice as it did when I got upset or angry. Finn blinked, as if she wasn't sure if she should be turned on or not.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"What the fuck?" I asked her, my voice raising.
"What?" Asked Finn, she sounded genuinely confused. How could this be confusing to her? How could she treat someone who obviously cared so much about her like this? The thought of being 'that girl' that someone flirts with relentlessly while they are in a seemingly happy relationship made me feel ashamed and slightly used. Roxy looked frightened, she backed away as I stepped forward. I hoped she didn't think I was mad because of her. I didn't exactly like the first impression I was portraying.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me you were in a relationship?" I asked. "I've been returning your flirtatious remarks the whole fucking time I've been here. I wouldn't have if I'd known you were with her!" I said. Finn and Roxy looked at each other.
"We're not- I wasn't-" Finn seemed to be at an impasse at what to explain first. I looked at Roxy, for a moment she looked at Finn and her eyes clouded with hurt, but she managed to harden them to a concerned face. It was a quick transition, but I caught it. That's when I realized, I'd been wrong. I backed away and looked at Finn.
"O-oh," I said once again.
"Gods, Quintyn, what?" Finn asked.
"You're not... I- I'm sorry," I said. I really was sorry. I hadn't meant to freak out at Finn, I just didn't want to be the new girl who got in the way of someones relationship, but Roxy and Finn weren't dating. Roxy cared a lot for Finn, and I noticed it with Finn's actions, how she had pulled Roxy into a hug instead of acting cheeky with her, the tone of voice she used when she saw Roxy in the doorway with Dean, the way her black eyes didn't seem so empty when looking at Roxy, Finn cared about her too, maybe more than she cared to admit to herself just yet.
"Sorry?" Finn asked.
"I thought you two were together..." I said. "I didn't want to-" I stopped myself. I didn't want to emphasize that Finn had been flirting with me. I looked at Roxy.
"Sorry," I said quietly. I hated saying sorry, it was like admitting defeat, and defeat wasn't something I enjoyed either. Usually I was too stubborn to say it, but in this instance I really did feel sorry. "I am a jerk." Roxy didn't look like she knew what to do to reply to me. I decided I'd go upstairs and get some fresh air, let the air thin between Finn, Roxy and I. I had just made things really awkward for everyone. I walked past them without a word, leaving a quiet room, all except for the 8-bit music of the videogame I had been playing with Finn earlier. Dean stood aside as I walked by. I gave him a small smile as I did in thanks, and I made my way to the deck, swinging the screen door open. I sat on the railing of the balcony with my arms around my knees. Usually I didn't get that kind of stuff wrong, I could tell if people were dating or if people liked each other, which was why I was so sure they were. Nobody's perfect, Quintyn. Not even you, chided my own bitter voice in my mind. I played with my hair as I thought, before I heard the door swing open again. Dean stood in the doorway looking at me with his light brown eyes.
"You okay?" He asked shortly.
"Fine," I replied.
"That was quite the episode," He said.
"Yeah," I agreed with a smirk. "I must look like a pretty big bitch, eh?" Dean shrugged.
"Not really, you didn't think something was right, so you reacted to it... Maybe over reacted a little bit, but no one can blame you... I'd feel bad if a girl with a boyfriend... Or girlfriend started flirting with me behind their back too." He leaned against the railing and lit a cigarette with a lighter he pulled out of his pocket. Something about the way he spoke calmed me down a bit. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't accusing me of doing anything, or making me feel even more like shit. I gave him a crooked smile.
"Thanks, man," I said. He breathed out a puff of smoke, which didn't bother me as much as it might other people. At least he didn't do it in his house.
"No problem," he said.
"You gonna share?" I asked, holding my hand out for his cigarette. He looked at me through his mess of dark brown hair.
"Smoking kills, y'know," he said as he handed it over. I took it and held it to my mouth, inhaling warm, ashy smoke. I didn't mind it, but I didn't love it either.
"From what I've been told, so does being a demigod. Sometimes to gotta ask yourself, death by black lungs, or death by being ripped apart by mythical creatures..." I made a weighing motion with my hands. "I'm just doing what I think is humane. What's your excuse?" I handed it back to him, and he took a breath in, a grin on his face. He exhaled sharply as he chuckled.
"Touche," he said. We stayed on the balcony for a while, looking out into the forest and sharing a cigarette. This guy was better company than I had originally thought.

After finishing the cigarette I had shared with Dean, we had stayed at the deck and talked for a while longer. He had taken me by surprise at how interesting I found him. I couldn't exactly read him, he had a different reaction than I expected to basically everything I said, which only made me want to talk to him more. I found the fact that he could see past the disguise of monsters instantly very reassuring. It almost made me feel safer knowing that he could warn me of danger if it ever came. The fact that his scent was a monster repellent added to that factor of him. He wasn't the type to judge someone for their wrong-doings, that was one of the qualities I looked for in friends.
"You wanna go back down?" He asked after we had reached first silence in our ongoing conversation. I slipped off of the railing to stand beside him, only just realizing how tall he was. He was taller than Luke, not taller than Gary. Compared to my short-ish size, he seemed much bigger.
"Ready when you are," I replied. Together we made our way to the door. He held it open for me and waited for me to walk in first. "How polite," I noted with a smirk. He brushed his hand over his dark stubble and grinned.
"contrary to popular belief, chivalry isn't dead," he said.
"I'd hope not," I replied. He followed me in, and the door swung shut with a soft click. I saw Finn exiting Deans bedroom with a big grin on her face, like she was proud of herself. She didn't take much notice of Dean and I as we walked in, she was on her way down the stairs.
"Uh oh," Dean muttered.
"Finn walked out of my room with a goofy smile on her face. That can only mean trouble," he said.
"Hah. That's true," I said. I followed him as he went to check it out, we found nothing out of the ordinary except a Roxy sitting on the bed, blushing violently. Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Um. You okay, Rox?" He asked.
"What? Oh- yes," she replied quietly as she tried to regain her composure. Dean looked at her, then to me. I nodded in the direction of the stairs to the bunker, hinting to him that I wanted to try talking to Roxy again... This time alone. He got the hint and nodded like he understood.
"Well, I'd better go check on the nymphs and satyrs... See if they need anymore strawberries and cheese," he said. He didn't wait for a reply before walking out. I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms around my chest while looking at Roxy. She looked back at me.
"Sorry for freaking out again," I said. "I didn't mean to over react, I just kind of reacted, y'know?" Roxy gave me a smile.
"It's okay, Athena kids tend to do that," she explained. "You have your moms brain, I've heard it works way faster than the average."
"Yeah, pair that with ADHD and you get this," I said with a grin. We were quiet for a moment. "So you think we can forget that this whole thing happened? Maybe become friends?" I asked.
"Forget what whole thing happened?" Asked Roxy with another smile. A wide grin formed on my face.
"Perfect," I said. I stepped forward and held out my hand for her to take. She did, and I helped her off the bed. I followed her down the stairs to the bunker, where everyone was doing their own thing happily. Dean had brought down more strawberries and cheese, and was standing in a corner, watching everyone. Finn welcomed Roxy and I back and smirked at me, calling me a drongo which I still didn't know the meaning of, but I took it as a friendly thing. I couldn't help but feel happy to be surrounded by these people. I made a mental note to myself, telling myself not to fuck it up. I hadn't had friends like these ever, and I was happy to finally be a part of something.