The Augur and Me

Ew. Was Octavian looking at me? I shuddered at the thought of it.
I guess I was in some sort of trance, because Hazel nudged my shoulder and looked at me expectantly.
"Oh. Um, yyyess?"
""You think Hannibal could take a full grown dragon?!" Frank yelled, and nearly everything went silent.
I waited for everyone to start talking again, and after they did, I answered him.
"Uh, no. Sorry, I guess I'm just out of it today."
Hazel gave me a suprised look. "Violet, I'm not sure why you're out of it, but I think we need to talk."
Uh-oh. When Hazel Levesque says you need to talk, you prepare your sorry butt for anything.
We left the dining area, and she grabbed ny arm.
"You're too young to be in love!" She scolded me.
"I'm not. As in too young or in love. And besides, I'm fourteen, which is a year older than you!" I started laughing.
She sighed. "You win... C'mon let's go back inside."
She drug me back inside, and when I sat down and looked over to where Octavian was sitting, he was gone.
I looked to Hazel, but she and Fank were both looking above me with hate on their faces.
I turned and looked. It was Octavian. Ew. Ugh. Go away, don't you know I hate you?
"What?"
He cast his eyes down for a minute.
"Don't forget that since you were finally clamied, you can finally get your tattoo. You've been here for two years, and now I understand why it took so long to claim you." He sneered. "You're the most dissapointing daughter of Venus I've ever seen." And with that happy note, he left.
"Hey, don't listen to him," Frank said gently. "He's just being mean."
"No, he's right." I answered sadly. "I'm in the Fifth Cohort, I'm too tall for any guys to really like me, I have normal dark brown hair that's almost always up in a bun, so really the only interesting thing about me is my eyes."
(Pause! I just described my-real-self for you. You're welcome.)
"Yeah, the eyes are nice," Frank sighed, and Hazel did her trademark face-fanning thing.
I guess you want to know what my (her/my? We're the same, just different names...) eyes looked like. Well, they're pretty awesome.
(Sorry, this is the last time I'll do this. I'm not ripping off of Piper's eyes, this is seriously what my eyes look like.)
They're a mostly pale green with some of blue mixed in, and if you add a few very subtle flecks of light brown, and voila.
After we were done eating, I followed Fank and Hazel to bed.
I snuck in past them, and since it was now my basic duty, when they were talking, I pushed them into each other and before I knew it, they were kissing.
I smiled a little.
Before they could see me, I snuck into bed and acted as if I was asleep.
The next day, I was getting ready to go to the bath house. Lemme tell ya, if you haven't had a Roman bath, you haven't lived.
When I was about to leave, Frank said the right thing, but also the worst thing, if you have a bunch of teenager around you.
"Uh, thanks. You know. For last night." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
I knew everyone heard, but I didn't think about it.
"Aw, man, you're too smart for me. Frank Zhang."
He gave a little laugh as he stumbled back and walked away.
What was with that kid?
I opened the door to the bath house and steam poured out. Ahh, my favorite thing about being Roman.
Once I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and made my way to some mirrors.
I brushed and towel dryed my hair a little. After that, I actually used a hair-dryer to finish the job.
As I was about to brush it out again, Octavian (what was WITH this guy?! Did I have a stalker..?) walked up next to me with a towel around his waist.
"EW GET AWAY. WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!"
He picked up my hair-dryer, but before he turned it on, I glared at him. "Keep it, Princess." I snarled and stomped away to find a curtain to get dressed behind.
Once I put on my shirt-which was now fitted, thaaanks, Mom- and denim shorts, I had to go back to the mirrors to put my hair back up.
Thankfully Octavian was gone, but someone did call out for me.
"Hey, Purple!" It was Jason. He'd given me the nickname when he first met me, and it was also ironically the camp's main color.
I turned around.
"I'm coming! Perfection takes time, Buddy!"
"Not for you," he said under his breath. I think he was hoping I wouldn't hear him. He was an idiot.
I walked out the door, and he slipped his arm around my waist. Since when was that supposed to happen?
I just rolled with it.
When I was in fron of everyone, about to purposely burn my arm, I noticed some of my half siblings. They all looked amazing. I was... Well, me.
After my arm started burning, I winced and bit my lip. I was going to do my best not to cry... Not to cry... Not to- "OW!"
Octavian snickered next to me.
I stared at my arm for a minute.
"I hope it hurt." Octavian whispered to me.
"Not half as much as when I see you." I retorted.
He huffed and walked away.
Hazel walked up to me.
"Did something happen between you and Oc-"
"Don't." I snapped, but then I suddenly felt guilty.
"Okay, well, I'll just let Frank ask you what he wanted to."
Oooohh no.
"Hey, would you sometime want to-"
He was cut off by both Jason and Octavian taking him to the ground.

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