Wow wow wow, it's been a year since the Lost Hero came out... I remember that day like it was only 365 days ago... *enters flashback but steps out because you're just starring at a girl who's got her nose an inch from her book and make 'no!' and squeaking sounds every now and then, and tells you to shut up or go away or how did you get in my room? when you make a noise*

I was ever worst when Son of Neptune came out- la tee-hee.

Next book; on a Monday. Wednesday, Tuesday, Monday. Okay, let's just stop with my logic and move on to the last chapter of 'The Good Bet'. I'd like to thank anyone who's read, everyone who's left a review, those who saved as favorites, etc. This is my second chapter fic on and the first that I'm finishing. So thanks! It went by super fast- but I warned you, not a long story. Hopefully still a good one :)

Hecate

11

No Kissing

Connor and Travis were sitting outside of Chiron's office, waiting for the Aphrodite counsellor to stop telling her point of the story to him while massaging their ears. You try getting dragged by the ear across Camp to the Big House by a girl who had nails that make harpy claws look like stubs- not fun.

Aphrodite cabin been at least a little merciful and given Connor some ambrosia for his foot- and let's face it- because three girls in there thought they were hot.

Travis felt like breaking it again.

"Umm, bro? Thanks for coming to, you know, bail me." Connor said.

"I couldn't let you get zapped. Mum would've killed me." Travis said.

"Geez, I feel the love." Connor said. "And I'm really sorry about your bet with Katie. Godzilla in there will tell everyone at Camp about this and Katie will find out."

"It's okay," Travis said. "We're cool. You're my brother; I had to help you out."

The door opened and the counsellor gave them one last dark look before stalking off.

Chiron told Connor to come in his office (he'd long since learnt that Connor and Travis should never be told to tell their point of the story at the same time), so Travis was left sitting in the hallway on a plastic chair, all by himself, feeling really crummy.

The big house door swung open to a crying little girl.

"Shh, it's okay Maxi, it's okay; we'll cool you down. Heatstroke isn't that bad."

Crap that was Katie!

CRAP!

Suddenly he wasn't so cool with Connor anymore.

Katie would have to come through this hall to lead that crying little girl to the infirmary and- damn it, sometimes he hated being right.

She was wearing jean shorts, flip-flops and a tank top, to cover as little as possible in the event of the freak heat stroke- and looking extremely pretty while she was at it. She had a heavy farmer's tan, and her brown hair was held completely back by a bandana except for a loose strand dangling behind her ear- that always seemed to be there.

She spotted Travis straight away –despite his really hard efforts to melt in with the wall, opened her mouth, closed it, and walked right past him, to the infirmary with Maxi, biting her lips.

She came out without Sophie a few seconds later and planted herself in front of Travis, hands on her hips.

"What did you do?"

So Travis launched into the full-blown story of his stupid brother and the stupid tunnel and the stupid cave-in and the stupid Aphrodite cabin. She even sat down next to him to listen to his story, which made Travis' heart beat faster.

"So I guess I blew the bet big time and now you'll never-"

Katie put a hand on his cheek, and kissed him.

HOLLYSMOKESTRAVISYOU'!

He closed his eyes and kissed her back.

Their lips unlocked, but their noses were still touching. Travis had caught the scent of her hair; lemon balm- he knew it! And he could count the colors in her eyes (that were looking at him in something other than dissaprobal for once), the number of freckles on her nose (that was touching his- that close lady and germs, that close) and the number of breaths she took.

"You are much, much funnier and much, much sweeter when you're not trying to be good and impressive." Katie said. Travis grinned and kissed Katie again.

"Don't you children have a word for this? Public display of affection or something? Yes, that's it; no kissing." Mr D said lazily walking past them, going down the hall without even stopping.

Travis smiled at Katie.

"Yeah; but I don't have to be good anymore."

The End

9:05, 19 September 2011

6:20 AM, 12 Octovre 2011