Chapter 2

‘ Everything
happens for a reason’

Nobody really knows much about Kayla Graves. Fourteen, a demi-god who’s attended this camp for three years straight. Nothing special.

“Almost there,one more- jab! Yes Kay! Get it!” Her boxing coach, one of the Athena boys had decided to help her during practice. Well, he may as well be Her coach since he never misses when she does have practice.

“I can’t do it! It’s like- one punch away from busting! But each time I punch it, it’s just staying the same-” She huffed and decided to punch the it bag one last time out of pure frustration, although it was too late to tense her knuckle before impact, as a loud crack was heard. Along with something that was supposed to be her saying “ouch.” But came out as “Ohah ouh-” Kayla’s hand jolted back on impact as she stumbled backwards clumsily.

“Kayla, you- why? You idiot, do you think I turn up to your practice sessions twice every week just so you can have a tantrum each time something doesn’t go your way?” He commented, Going over and taking her knuckle in his hand, observing the damage closely.

Kayla gave him a sarcastic death glare and pulled away, as he looked at her almost sympathetically. “Don’t go soft on me, Malcolm. You’re here to threaten me dead if I don’t accomplish something. Got that?”
The girl gave him a soft smile, just to get him motivated that little bit to do what she asked him to.

Malcolm rolled his eyes, but nodded. “Fine. Let’s just go make sure nothings broken, ok?”

She nodded her head and complied, walking infront of him as he made conversation, asking how the Hermes cabin was going. Kayla wasn’t claimed yet, Malcolm had always been claimed obviously, considering he was a child of Athena and therefore a brain child.

The girl told him it was fine, she was used to it by now and having been in there for however many years without being claimed she was a friend to most people. Including Malcolm, who was someone who she used to have boxing practice the same time he had sword practice, until they all had to change schedule.

“Hey, Kayla, it’s probably broken. Did you hear that crack?” malcolm questioned. Yup, Kayla heard it alright. She nodded.

“Didn’t feel it much. A bit, but it mainly just freaked me out. It only hurts a little.”

“Just go get it checked out. Practice is over anyway.” He huffed, walking backwards a little. “I’ll see you on Thurday?”

“Yeah, you bet. I’ll fight you on thurday instead, I’m getting tired of that stupid bag.”

“You know I’m awful at punching, you said yourself that I’m here to threaten you. Not fight you. Besides, you probably won’t be able to.” He smirked, shrugging.

“Get gone, Malcolm. If you like it or not, I’m not changing all my plans.” She told him tiredly, opening the door to the medical wing.

“Oh, you have plans? What is it, date?”
Malcom implied with a cocky grin on his face. “Or just a casual meet up? Come-“

“Bye!”

Kayla closed the door as soon as she opened it, leaving him mid sentence on the medical steps. She wasn’t being mean with him, they always did things like this, Malcolm and her were best buddies. They had nothing and everything in common all at the same time.

As soon as she entered the medical wing, Michael Yew, an Apollo kid, was straight infront of her, immediately examining her face and worrying over the slightest things. Kayla groaned and shook her head.

“I’m fine, Yew. Malcolm told me to come up here to get my knuckles checked, I may or may not have gotten a bit frustrated.”

“That’s the third time this week,” He rolled his eyes, going up to the cabinets next to him to get some ambrosia. “And it’s Tuesday.” Kayla- she had a habit of being stubborn. It was a blessing and a curse. Detentions and infirmary visits were often more frequent than not.

Kayla sighed and took the first seat she saw. The medical wing was quiet today, but not empty. Opposite her there was a boy with brown, fluffy hair who seemed to be in a daze. Brain dead, maybe? He had a minotaur horn next to him. How in the world, Kayla didn’t know. She had never seen him before, but Annabeth Chase seemed to be beside him, with a snarky look on her face as if someone had forced her to do the awful procedure. Annabeth scoffed as she had to catch a dribble of pudding from his mouth.

Kayla snickered. “Who’s the lucky boy?”

“Percy Jackson,” She replied with a look over at Kayla, spoon feeding him another small bit of pudding. “Could be the one…” Kayla went to reply, when a metallic bang happened the other side of the infirmary, and Annabeth groaned, walking off in a hurry with a mumble. “Grover…”

The one; she’d heard Annabeth waffle on one too many times about that. They weren’t close friends, but they had a few chats here and there.

Her other side sat a light blond haired girl, beefy and definitely wanting to be anywhere but here: Clarisse La Rue. She’d be one to laugh at Kayla or anyone else for that matter for even looking at her wrong (by wrong, smile at her politely while pasing by, even though no one would ever do such a thing).

Kayla swiveled her head back to face Michael, who was rushing towards her with nectar and ambrosia.

“Take this, then I’ll have a look at your knuckle.”

“Malcom said it was broken.”

“Why did he say that?”

“I don’t know… Actually- I did hear a crack. I can’t feel anything though.”

He took a quick examine of her knuckle, and grimaced at it, patting it twice before placing it on her lap, which the girl seemed unfazed by.

“Give it ten minutes.”

***

Kayla did, infact, give it ten minutes, which was around the time it took for Yew to find new bandages since they had been all out. In that space of time, her entire right knuckle had bruised a light purple; there she was, thinking nothing had been broken.
Though she still couldn’t feel anything, but he insisted her knuckle was broken.
That was the courtesy of not being bothered to find her boxing gloves- which she found out afterwards had been stolen before she came back from breakfast.

After that, Yew left before asking her if that was it. She over reacted, making her voice scratchy and sniffling, saying the incident had really put a downer on her in those last few minutes. Yew said she should feel free to stay the night and get some proper rest. That’s what she wanted, not some loud house like the Hermes cabin. She felt perfectly fine.

The intimidating girl beside her somehow slept with a moody look on her face, and the new boy she had mentioned earlier was still sleeping. Someone else had been rushed in, from the Apollo cabin apparently. An archery incident. Needless to say he got all the attention for a good few hours.

She tried to get out of the med bed after an hour or so, her hand had been completely bandaged up so it looked like a cotton ball instead of a hand, Kayla just wanted a simple wonder, She wasn’t taking her medical wing sleepover for granted, it was much more peaceful than the Hermes cabin, so definitely sleeping somewhere peaceful for once.

“What’d you do to end up in here?”

Kayla stopped her movement at once, and turned to find where the voice seemed to come from, Clarisse. Kayla thought she was asleep. She asked the question in a sort of bored tone, like she was fed up of being in here. To be honest, so was Kayla.

“I got annoyed at something. You?”

“I got angry at something.”

having to admit to herself, talking to the girl who had such bad reputation, someone who everyone hated but acted kind to up front just so they didn’t get a boulder thrown in their face- it was scary. She could insult someone, anyone, and they’d probably say thankyou just to steer clear of whatever else she would do.

Was Kayla doing the same? She didn’t see what there to lose- both already in the medical wing. So she took a step.

“Angry at what?”

The girl seemed to look at her straight in the eyes first. Jaw clenched and lips in a thin line. But Kayla figured that was her reaction to anything, because she answered, “My opponent cheated in sword practice. Said that he didn’t knock my sword out of my hand before we even begun. I took my chances.” She replied confidently. She seemed to not regret what she had done. Her voice was clear, yet with a rough undertone. The one you’d hear from miles away at the other side of camp.

Her jaw was padded with some white cotton, now stained red from the blood that had been spilling out of her mouth. It was tied around her head with a bandage, and her content act as she lay in the bed beside Kayla showed that it probably wasn’t her first time.

Kayla nodded approvingly, giving her a tilt of my head to say- fair.

“I got annoyed at a punching bag and punched it.” She commented sarcastically.

Clarisse let out a huff of laughter at first, but then proceeded to roll her eyes. “How bad do you have to be.”

At first Kayla furrowed her brows, and inclined her head from where she was standing, which was a few steps away, not in arms reach. The girl didn’t seem to like sarcasm much.

“I didnt tense, besides, I’d like to see you try. All you have is your sword.”

“I’d like to see you try with a sword. If you can’t even punch, God’s forbid what you can do with a sharp object.”

As Kayla had figured earlier, she definitely wanted to be anywhere but here.

So she just went along with it.

“Well you didn’t deny you were bad.”

“Neither did you.” She passed back.

“I’m not bad.” Kayla replied stubbornly.

“I’d pay just to watch you fall on your ass.” She spat.

“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot.”

“I feel like we got off on the right one.”

Boredom. She wasn’t even showing any emotion, just staring at the light above her.

“Do you even know my name?”

“Nope,” Clarisse stated. “Do I need to?”

“I’m Mikayla.”

This time, instead of looking at absolutely nothing above her, she looked at Kayla. But only for a few short seconds, as she then sighed and looked back up.

“I do. Nevermind. You’re that girl that kicked my brother in the balls that one time aren’t you?”

Kayla’s face contorted to a guilty look. “I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.”

Clarisse’s eyes squinted, and she placed a mocking question in place.
“Remind me, who’s your parent again?”

“Oh, shut it.”

“I’ll place my bets on Aphrodite.”

When she said this, Kayla grinned cockily, despite being confused, was she calling her pretty? Or did she say she was bratty. Aphrodite children were bratty.

“Why do you say that? Should I be saying thankyou?”

“Well… you broke your hand-“

“Knuckles.”

“You broke your knuckles by punching something that is supposed to be punched. A very Aphrodite-child sort of move.”

“I’ll inform you that aphrodite kids are very good at-“

“At what?” She cut her off.

“Manipulation. Can you do that?”

“Anyone can do that.”

“Whatever.” Kayla twisted on my heels to walk away, though her voice once again cut through the girls poor ears. Kayla was starting to come to the conclusion Clarisse had a very annoying voice.

“You need a swirly. Almost four years and I haven’t given you a welcome-” She started.

“I do not.” Kayla smiled innocently, turning back around to face her again for a second. “I’ve had one. You must have a bad memory.”

“No you-” Her voice raised slightly, and Kayla took this as her que to continue her walk.

“Yep! It was joyful, good night.”

Kayla turned and went along with her stroll. Clarisse’s possible thought of if she’s actually had a swirly or not went unanswered, and she grumbled soemthing under her breath, something offensive, which Kayla figured she’d be allowed to say, though she showed no notice.

***

So, Kayla and Clarisse’s ‘first’ encounter. They’ve walked past each other before, but never spoken- and they’re first encounter didn’t go very well 🙁

But it’s OK!! Because this is Enemies to friends to lovers, if you haven’t picked that up already 😉

Changes are coming, don’t worry. And she will find who her Godly parent is eventually.

The chapters will also become longer (even though this wasn’t the worst) this was just a start up♡

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