Everyone means Clarisse, Piper, and Will. Sometimes the rest of the seven + Reyna and the Stolls.

Nervousness is not something I'm used to. Unless I'm speaking to my father about something specific. Or meaningful... Know what? Ignore my attempt at a professional intro. Please? Thank you.

I walk into dad's office, wondering how in the entire world I would bring up this conversation. 'Hey dad, because of you and Hazel, I'm auditioning for the school musical. Out of Jefferson and Hamilton, who do you think I should audition for?' Yea no, he'd smacked into next week soon as the words '...because of you...' leaves my mouth.

"Heyyy, dadd... " Nice going, Nico. Just... nice going. He looks up from his lawyer papery work. The gaze in his looks as if I just confirmed his concerns for me. "Yes... Nico?" I take a deep breath bracing myself, "So, because of you-" I told you. He starts standing up and I quickly release a: 'Let me finish! Let me finish!', while holding my hands up in a defensive manner. "and Hazel, I have to audition for the school musical." He sits back down, with an obvious question posing on his lips, and I can see the smirk in his eyes even though he's holding back a physical one.

"What's the... production?" I mentally groan imagining his reaction when I tell him it's Hamilton. This time he doesn't even try to hold back his smirk. "*cough cough* told you, you were good *cough cough*," Another groan, though this time I actually release it. "So what is it you need my help, with exactly?" Hades asks with a huge grin. I start answering then I pause. I forgot. "I forgot," I tell sheepishly. He looks at me without surprise. Like he can totally believe I forgot my important question in under 5 minutes.

I walk out of his office and make my way towards my room again. Seriously though, what was I gonna ask him? I had a question, I just can't remember what it was! I sit on my bed and instantly stand back up. I race back towards my father's office before I forget again, since that may very well happen. "I remember: since it's your and Hazel's fault," I slam the audition pieces for Jefferson and Hamilton down on his desk, causing him to jump even though he was already looking at me. He mumbles under his breath, "God, dam it Nicotine," I release a long, slow and steady groan when he called me that.

I hate it when he calls me Nicotine. He's obsessed with that song. I can promise you on the Styx, he was tempted to change my full name to that. Needless to say, he and my mother had a longg argument about it. Seriously, it took him 2 years to quit thinking about. The only reason he stopped was because we agreed it could be his nickname for me. Now he only calls me that when he was to annoy me, irritate me, or frustrate me. Honestly, he acts like it actually is my real name. Hmm... Nicotine di Angelo. It has a nice ring to it. I-I mean, uh...

He looked at the paper thoughtfully. "Both, I'd say." How in Hell would that work? Honestly what part of Hell could make that even in the slightest bit work. He must've seen the confused look on my face because he answered the unspoken question in the air.

 "You'll end up having to do two auditions anyway: the character you really wanna be, and who you'd want if you don't get your first option. If the director likes both the pieces you perform better than the others, which will probably happen, he/she could make you Hamilton in act 1 and Jefferson in act 2." I gape at my father. How the heck would he know that!

"So, does Will know about this," I look down blushing slightly when he says best friend will's name. I don't really know why I'm blushing though, but I can hear and feel the smirk off dad's face because I am. "Or y'know, any of your other friends," I slightly groan at the thought of him being friends with Clarisse. Disaster waiting to happen. I shiver, "Uh, no. Didn't exactly want to tell them. I know how I will though. And nope I won't tell you, classified information," I turn back towards the door, "See ya at dinner, Father."

***Tuesday Homeroom***

I brace myself for the responses I'm about to receive soon as the words leave my mouth. "So, anyone going to the school's musical in some months?" Everyone's head whip towards me, causing me to blush at the sudden attention. 

"Why on earth would I go to that pathetic thing!" I roll my eyes at Clari and look towards Will and Piper for their reactions. 

"I don't know. Maybe, why?" Piper.

 "Uh, no reason really. Just wondering," Me. 

We all look towards Will. Well, the girls look at him in question, but I already know what he'll say. "Probably. Y'know to get that high school experience."

 "Dork," I mumble shaking my head, but with a light teasing grin.

"Anyway, why do you wanna know?" 

"Like I said before: no reason," I try to make everyone believe, but then Piper comes and screws it up!

 "Are you going then?"

 She and Clarisse shared a look that I'm sure would've scared even Hitler. Will glanced at me worriedly, causing me for some unknown reason to blush under his gaze. I think I'mma ask dad to take me to the doctors because something is seriously wrong with me. "Yea I am. Um, Hazel's making me, something about wanting me to 'support the school,'" I pretend to scoff as I use air quotes.

 "Uh-huh. Sure," I don't think Clarisse believes me.

The bell rings and I quickly emerged from my desk, "Bye guys! See ya at lunch," I power-roll the wheelchair towards the door, quickly make my way to English. Man, that was a close one. Oh, shoot. No, I won't see them at lunch I'll have to go find Mrs. Grisham. Dam, it.

"Gentleman of the jury, I'm curious. Bear with me, are you aware we're making history? This is the first murder trial of our brand new nation, deliberately behind deliberation. I intend to prove without a shadow of a doubt with my assistant council-" Huh. I wonder who that is. No honestly, I have no clue. So, without knowing who is singing behind me I join in on their singing. 

"co-council, Hamilton sit down. Our client Levi Weeks is innocent, call your first witness. That all you had to say." 

"Ok one more thing-" I whip my head around to find out that I was singing with.

It was Will. Ha, that's embarrassing then. Singing with your...best friend, ha you thought I was going to say something else. Heh heh. "Oh, hey Will," awkward silence while we continue walking. 

"Why are you following me?" He looks up from the ground with a look that could kill a fury. 

"I'm not following you!" He turned crimson as he spoke. Maybe Will should go to the doctors too... "We have the same class dumbass."

 He's not wrong. That was pretty dumb of me to forget. "Oh, yea... Ha, my bad?"

 "Uh-huh, sure."

***lunch***

"So, my good friends I will catch up with thee later in the lunch period. Good-bye!" Before I could race out of the cafeteria, Clarisse in the speed of light races behind me and twirls my chair around facing the table.

 "No, sir. You had better not leave yet." It's...better to do what Clarisse says the first time, rather than not. That's all I have to say. "Where were you frinna go?" 

"The music room." 

"Why do you keep going there?"

 "What is this 20 questions?"

 "Quit asking questions, Death Breath!" To be frank and completely honest, I don't even understand that nickname. I have no clue where it came from. 

"Mrs. G wants me to...do something for her." Yea, that sounds legit.

 "What's that something?" Piper and Will watch Clarisse and I like we're a tennis match. 

"Something, and if I don't leave now I'll be late. So may I leave now?" Clarisse rolls her eyes which for her, means I have her approval.

I turn around and quickly make my way to Mrs. Grisham's room before Clarisse changes her mind. Or decides to follow me... I start rolling faster.

***Grisham***

"Mrs. Grisham?" No answer. I hold my breath. Please don't answer. Please don't answer. "Mrs. Grisham?" No answer again. Yes! I move over towards her desk looking for a sticky note and a pen so I can write her a note before I return to lunch.

Mrs. G,

I'm gonna audition for Hamilton. My backup audition, if I don't get him, will be Jefferson.

Nico di Angelo

I quickly make my way out of the classroom, not wanting to be there any longer. I roll my way down the hallway, towards the cafeteria. There shouldn't be a line anymore, so I'll be able to get my food pretty quickly.

Just as predicted I buy my food in a breeze and expertly make my wake to the table, with my broken arm holding my plate in my lap (very uncomfortable by the way), weaving my way through the students standing up. (Though they shouldn't be.) I push my self up at my usual table quietly not wanting to be noticed yet. I plan on scaring Will so badly it'll be hilarious.

I hold up my index finger to my lips signaling for piper and Clarisse to be quiet. Only they see it because I'm sitting next to Will. Piper, scaringly, gets the glint in her eyes as she continues her conversation with Will.

 "-and then Percy jumped into the pool splashing me and Clarisse completely. And, well, you can already guess what Clarisse did," She winks signaling this was my cue.

 I sling my non broke arm on Will's shoulders, "Yup, I bet Clarisse slapped the mess out of him."

Will jumps up so quickly, I fall out of my chair. And may I just say, Holy hades that hurt like a mother titan. "Sh!t, Will. Help me up," I groan as Will instantly blushes and goes to help me up. 

"A-Anyway, what are you doing back so soon? You're usually back by the end of lunch?" 

"Well--" the bell rings, cutting my explanation short. "That answer your question?" I start rolling my chair backward before Will comes and helps me. After that excitement, the school day moves by very quickly. Apart from a very angry message from a Mr. James Reynold. I mean Mr. Ethan Nakamura.

***one month later***

I wake up inside a bedroom with a lot of silk sheets and other fancy stuff like that. I really have no problem with any of this, at the moment, besides the fact I have no clue how I got here and I have a killer headache that would somehow get worse each time I attempt to think about it.

I try moving my hands and feet to get off the bed, but apparently: I'm chained down! I groan out of aggravation.

I groan again, this time just using the time to try and figure out how I could possibly escape. The upside: there are doors and windows. The downside: there's probably like a million mini spy cameras on each door and window. I sigh.

Oh please, Nico, this isn't one of those mystery books or stupid anime shows you watch/read.

Shut up. This is definitely like that. How could it not be!

Oh jeez, I don't know maybe because this is real life?! I mentally sigh at my self.

You, Mr. di Angelo, are a first rate idiot. We just got kidnapped and you are just arguing with me? Tsk tsk.

Wtf? What do you mean 'We' then you switch to say 'me' like you're your own person or sh!t like that???

I, stubbornly, ignore myself's demands.

I wonder how long we've been missing. Do you think dad and Hazel are looking for us still? *gasps* I wonder if Will's been freaking out or looking for us.

I need help. Like, not physical help-I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up-help, but the mental help. I mean honestly. I just got in a fight with myself and I used we pronouns! I don't understand my self anymore.

One of the doors open in walks the person I knew I'd probably see again but hoped I'd never had to see again. Especially when I have a dress rehearsal next...Monday? I forgot I don't how long I've been asleep.

"-off. Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" I hear a very familiar voice say. I warily, and I'm going to admit fearfully, look up at him. "Were you even listening to me?" I warily shake my head, instead of verbally responding.

Lemme tell you a little something about this guy will quick. I use to have this boyfriend. He was sweet the first two months we got together but, man I really wish I'd listened to Will at the time about this guy. Anyway, after the first two months, he wasn't... he wasn't everything I thought, so to say. He... hurt me real bad, and when I, albeit reluctantly, told my dad what he'd do to me, he got sent away. And now he's back and... I just can't anymore. I vision get blurry as my eyes start filling with tears.

It gets hard to breathe, and my eyes widen as I listen to what he told me to do a second time. He gets a look of realization in his eyes, then walks over to me causing my heart to beat faster with every step he takes. He unlocks the chains and I instantly curl up into my self, while moving backward until I'm leaning up against the wall, still on the bed.

"Take them off. Now!" I let loose a yelp of fear, as I hesitantly, but quickly take off my shirt and pants leaving me in nothing but my boxers. He walks out the door with a pleased smirk on his face.

I start saying prayers to every greek and roman god in existence, whether they are real or not, does not matter to me at the moment. I just want to get out of wherever I am as soon as possible before he does something that'll make my bad days come back. And I really don't want that. I haven't had a bad day since Will woke up, which has been at least 6 months. 6 months of not having bad days or wanting to kill myself. To say I'm proud of myself is an understatement.

Dylan walks back into the room with a blindfold and two long pieces of rope.