(Published August 15th, 2015)

Title: Jinxed

Genre: Fanfiction--Camp Half-Blood Chronicles (AU)

Warning: this version of Jinxed is really choppy because it was actually written two years ago and the style suddenly changes half way through it, but this is just a rough draft, and if I decide to publish it then it will be a lot more polished.

Warning II: explicit lmao

Lou Ellen is not supposed to fall in love. Sure, she can talk with guys, she can become friends with them, she can get to know them, but no love. But Lou Ellen grew up knowing that: the youngest child in every generation of her family was not allowed to fall in love. It was protocol, it was the standard, it was normal.

But Lou Ellen was not a normal child.

Well, of course, according to the rest of humanity, Lou Ellen wasn’t normal at all. She could do and see things most others couldn’t. All of her family could. But no, Lou Ellen was different even from her family.

Her mother had often told her older brother Alabaster that he was special. You’re the first boy we’ve had in generations, she’d tell him. And she was right: many of their cousins that were their age were girls. Alabaster was special not only because of his gender, but because of his abilities. The things that he and Lou Ellen could do set them apart even from their own family.

So, of course, they became an outcast within their own family. Outcast meant moving away from home. Outcast meant becoming nomadic. Outcast meant nowhere to belong. And to Lou Ellen, this became normal.

“Moving” was a word thrown around so often in her house that her family never bothered to unpack their moving boxes. So when their aunt Nebula told them that they were moving, Lou Ellen and Alabaster were already packed up and in the car before their aunt could finish saying the words “to New York”.

Lou Ellen stared out the car window as the rain poured down. It was a gray and depressing day, perfect for moving. So much for those bright and sunny beginnings.

Nebula told her that they would arrive at their new house in about half an hour. Lou Ellen took this as an opportunity to dream up the shitty apartment that they were probably going to live in once again. Maybe this one will have working air conditioning, because living in the hot Arizona summer without air conditioning was complete and literal hell.

“Don't worry you guys,” Nebula said from the driver's seat. “I've already checked out the high school you're going to, and I'm sure you'll love it. They have a great drill team, Lou,” she added with a suggestive tone.

Lou Ellen groaned, “I told you a thousand times Nebby, I'm not interested in dance.” Nebula had always been trying to get Lou Ellen into dance ever since she first began living with her. With the endless dance classes and dance teams, Lou Ellen had actually become a pretty talented dancer. But joining the high school drill team as freshman had been Lou Ellen’s biggest mistake last year, and she made sure she would never join another drill team ever again. Especially since the incident.

Alabaster nudged Lou Ellen, “On a scale if of one to ten, how dramatic do you think the social hierarchy of our new high school will be?”

“From ‘Nobody gives a fuck’ to ‘Mean Girls Reenactment’?” Lou Ellen replied in a low whisper. “If so, I'd give it a three. It seems like the type of school where everyone is too absorbed in trying to graduate and get out of school to really give a shit about anyone else.”

Alabaster snorted, “Well, with a name like Half-Blood High, who wouldn't?”

“Hey,” Nebula snapped. “I will not tolerate pessimistic attitude from you two. Got it?”

Alabaster leaned back and propped up his feet on the dashboard, pulling out his phone and texting people on it. Nebula glanced over and smacked Alabaster’s thigh, earning her a glare from Lou Ellen’s older brother before putting his feet down. Since her phone was dead and Nebula was using the only charger, Lou Ellen looked out the window once again, memorizing the features of a small and shitty Long Island town named Mythos.

They pulled up to a driveway of a decent sized small-town house in a decent economic small-town neighborhood. The house was in a better shape than the previous houses they lived in (especially the Arizona House). It was a simple one story home, with a yard that looked like the previous owner had been a plant enthusiast. Trees hung all along the yard, covering the majority of the house that Lou Ellen could see. Bushes lined the walkway to the door, along with flowers and shit. Lou Ellen sighed as she pushed open the door, the late summer New York breeze blowing her hair into her face. Ugh. Late summer meant school. Even with the amount of times Lou Ellen moved, she still hated being the new kid. Who didn't? Not only is she from a freak-show of a family, but she also hadn't lived in a small town since before she lived with her aunt. She was literally a fish out of water.

Alabaster shoved Lou Ellen, sprinting into the house, “C’mon Louie, just standing around won't get you the biggest room in the house!”

~°~

High school could have been mistaken for lots of things. A stage was not one of them, so Lou Ellen couldn’t understand where High School Musical was going at with that one. She felt like they just were lies too, because if you started to dance in public, all you got was detention or you were laughed at.

Hell was one thing, though, they could’ve used, even if some classes were colder than a meat-locker. Adjusting her backpack strap over her shoulder, she looked down at the tardy sheet that the secretary--with a small up and down disappointed look at her hat, saying that she should take it off--gave her a few minutes ago with some directions to match.

And, if she wasn’t reminded enough of being a Girl Scout already, he told some boy to help her to first period.

The boy reminded Lou Ellen of your stereotypical Surfer Dude: blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and (wow) a ‘sunny personality’ to match his bright smile. Sure, he was cute, but not her type. She seriously was starting to consider to bring some sunglasses and being labeled as a Shopping Addict.

The secretary, Mr. Charon, dismissed Lou Ellen and Sunny D boy from the office. Sunny D took Lou Ellen’s schedule and scanned over it, probably trying to remember where her first room is located.

“And this is the art room,” he--Will, yeah, that was his name--told her, pointing at the door decorated with pieces of art. She saw one particular piece that caught her eye. It was a girl with curly red hair with green smoke coming from her eyes and mouth. At the corner of the picture were the initials ‘R.E.D.’.

Lou Ellen pointed at the picture, “Who drew that?” It was a lovely picture, but strange. She wondered what inspired the artist to draw it.

“Rachel Dare, it was a self portrait of sorts. And, I believe this is your first period, actually.”

“Thanks,” she said stiffly.

“Oh, and you’re not supposed to wear hats--”

“Snapback.”

“Whatever. You have to take it off; school rules. Didn’t Mr. Charon already tell you upfront?” he asked her, as they left the door of the art room.

“Yeah, I just ignored him,” she answered truthfully, avoiding his look and instead looking at several of the students who were wondering what Will was doing, until they noticed Lou Ellen. God, she groused. Didn’t they know that staring was rude?

Well, wasn’t she one to talk.

Will rolled his eyes before joining a group of kids who were obviously waiting for him. Lou Ellen took a deep breath before putting her hand on the door handle, opening the door and walking in the room.

Art had always been her favorite class, it was closest to home. She scanned the area, looking for a group of people to sit with. In the corner of the room she saw a familiar mop of curly red hair. That must be Rachel, the girl who drew that epic picture. Rachel was talking to a dark skin girl who looked too young to even be in high school. Lou Ellen went over to to Rachel’s table and asked if she could sit down. The redhead nodded, and Lou Ellen dropped her binders on the table.

Rachel studied Lou Ellen, “You're not from around here, are you?”

She was looking at her like she was a new exhibit from the museum, which gave Lou Ellen mixed feelings because she sure as hell didn't want to give a bad first impression. “No. I just moved,” she said, examining the art utensils.

Rachel smiled brightly at her. “Welcome, then! This school has some of its cliches, but don't worry, we’re not a High School Musical or Mean Girls.”

Okay, so geniuses are crazy, she is no exception. “Uh, okay, thanks?” Lou Ellen tried, shrugging softly. “Anyway, I can deal with all this crazy high school shit--I'm not a freshman.”

The dark skin girl smiled at Lou Ellen, “I'm not a freshman either!” She had a bright smile that matched the cheerful gleam in her amber eyes. Hmm, a black girl with amber eyes. That's new. Pushing aside that thought, she concentrated more on her blank piece of paper, but Amber-Eyes tapped lightly on her shoulder, bringing her back unwillingly into the conversation.

Sighing, Lou Ellen rose an eyebrow, “Really? You look too young to even be in high school.”

“That's because I'm not! I'm in eighth grade, but I’m too advanced for middle school art. So this is my off campus class.” She gestured to her sketchbook, inviting Lou Ellen to take a glance. Opening the sketchbook, Lou Ellen glanced at the drawings. Damn, this girl was good. She was a way better artist than Lou Ellen, no wonder she was here. In the sketchbook there were pictures of cities, poor neighborhoods, typical scenery like that. But one sketch caught her eye. It was of a mother and daughter, protecting each other for dear life from something. The mother was hugging her daughter, tears streaming from her eyes. It made her wonder what this girl, who was in middle school, mind you, was going through.

“Wow…” Lou Ellen feigned pride and surprise as she took out a pencil and started to sketch. “Cool.”

Amber-eye brightened, her personality more like a cute puppy, too perky, Lou Ellen noted. “Thanks! I just love drawing...it’s just like a small escape, how you could make it whatever you like, you know?”

“Nice.”

“Yeah, what's your name, though? Your drawing, it's really good.”

“Lou Ellen.”
“I'm Hazel. Nice to meet you.” She didn't bother to hold out her hand, and continued to draw.

Lou Ellen continued to draw, her cat ending up to look like some demented bat without wings. Grumbling under her breath, she harshly erased it, pencil lines appearing on the paper.

Damn it.

She knew nothing about this, didn’t she.

Finally, she said aloud to no one: “I need to go to the bathroom,” and without thinking where the bathrooms where, she left the art room. There was no way in hell she was going to embarrass herself on the first day.

Slipping into the silence of the hallway, she took a minute to compose herself. “Okay Lou, you've got this. Just--” she looked at the clock on the wall-- “six hours and forty three minutes to go. Fuck, has it only been seventeen minutes?”

Well. Shit. This was going to take forever--especially since she knew how awful school was. Taking a deep breath, she glided down the hallway to the bathroom, when she realized a tiny problem: she didn't know where the bathroom was. Wow, Lou Ellen, way to go.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” She slapped her palm against her forehead before continuing, cutting down a corner into a different hallway. As soon as she rounded a corner, her body collided with somebody else’s. With a sudden yelp, a body fell on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

“What the hell?” she managed to yell, pushing her hands in front of her face, reaching for air. “Get the fuck off me! Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Shut up,” he hissed--a boy! It was  boy on her--covering her mouth with his hand. “Want to get in trouble?”

“Want to get off me?” she offered sarcastically. “Off. Now.” She gestured her hand up the best she could. He was heavy as hell, she should mention, and she was about to slap him.

The boy groaned, lifting his weight from her body. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw a boy with shaggy brown hair that hung over his eyes. With upturned eyebrows and elvish ears, she was sure that teachers kept cameras around the school just to keep watch on him. His crooked smile almost made her think twice about snapping at him, because the expression on his face said, “Bitch, you fuck with me and you'll wish you never been born.”

“Well. Who the hell are you?” Lou Ellen hissed at him, propping herself up against a bright orange locker. (Orange and purple are terrible school colors, and even more terrible for interior design. Who's idea was this?)

The boy rolled his eyes, “Is that really important right now? We need to go before--”

“CECIL MARKOWITZ, I SWEAR WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I'M GONNA REARRANGE YOUR DENTAL WORK!” An angry voice echoed through the hallway, followed by loud stomps. It may have been a female, but at this point Lou Ellen couldn't tell. “AND YOU’LL WISH THAT DIONYSUS GOT TO YOU FIRST, YOU LITTLE TWO-FACED BASTARD!”

“Well, shit,” supposably Cecil mumbled. “Quick, come with me.” Cecil grabbed Lou Ellen’s wrist and dragged her off, running through a maze of hallways. Eventually he shoved her into a janitor's closet, scanning the hallway before shutting the door behind him.

“And what exactly do you think you're doing?” Lou Ellen demanded. “I’m not going to make out with you!”

“No,” Cecil said, cheeks reddening. “I'm trying to save your life.”

Just then the door opened, revealing a very confused janitor. She glanced at the name tag on his shirt, which said Bob. Huh. Basic name.  He looked like an Einstein with the wild silvery hair, except he had an absolute expression of horror on his face.  “Uh, I'll just come back later,” he mumbled before shutting the door again.

“Save me life? Bitch, I ain't no damsel in distress!” Lou Ellen pushed past Cecil, and stormed out, shoving the janitor past her with a, “sorry” that she mumbled out.

Well, there goes her plans to ask for directions to the bathroom. She stormed down the hallway, now trying to find her way to get to her classroom. Damn, maybe she should've stayed with that Cecil kid. At least he could tell where her class was.

(A/N)
No one can stop the Loucil *cacklicacklin*

Okay but honestly I'm really excited for this book because I'm a lot more free to express the Loucil in this book because it's not in canon so yeeee

This book is gonna be explicit I'm sorry. Jinxed is actually going to be my "Jump Out Of Your Comfort Zone, You Loser" book, because I need to do that.

You thought Lou Ellen was a jerk in HR? Well, wait until you meet her here

Anyway, I hope you like it!

Note: I actually wrote the premise for this before I read The Raven Cycle lmao

Anyway I don't feel like signing off

bYe