The Competition
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Elizabeth Rose's P.O.V
Hi, my name's Elizabeth Rose, let me tell you one of the weirdest story of my life.
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It was late afternoon in the hospital I interned at, me and my friend Stevie Chapman were taking a break in the staff room when this guy walked in. He had wavy blond hair and sky blue eyes. He was unbelievably cute.
He looked around, seeing as we were the only ones around he walked over to us. When he spoke I didn't hear him straight away.
"Sorry, what?" I asked.
"I'm interning here, the lady at the front desk told me to come in and get someone to show me around" his voice was melodious, angel like.
Stevie stood up "I'll show you around"
I stood up to "I'll help"
"Ok cool" He said "My name's Will Solace by the way"
"Elizabeth Rose"
"Stevie Chapman"
Me and Stevie glared at each other, we were both thinking the same thing.
It was so on.
Something you should know about me and Stevie is that we are very, very competitive and will stop at nothing to get what we want.
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"So Will where are you from?" I asked.
"I'm originally from Texas but I've lived in New York since I was 12. What about yo-"
"How did you get into medicine?" Stevie interrupted.
"Umm my Dad's a doctor. So I guess I got it from him"
"Do you have a girlfriend" I said bluntly, twirling my hair around my finger.
Will smiled faintly to himself "No, I don't have a girlfriend"
Stevie and I looked at each other and grinned widely.
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We spent the next few weeks flirting with Will Solace, finding excuses to spend time with him and give him gifts. But he was oblivious to it all.
He picked up no hints what so ever but tomorrows Valentine's Day so I'm going all out.
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I woke up before my alarm clock sounded on the 14th of February.
I put in a t-shirt that read "will you be my Valentine?" And then a jacket over the top. As I zipped it up I smiled to myself. I picked up my guitar and left my apartment.
On my way to work, I bought a bouquet of Roses. All with a shit eating grin on my face.
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I walked into the hospital to see Stevie covered in pink glitter that clashed terrifically with her hair and a marching band standing awkwardly behind her.
"Did you get my gift?" I asked sincerely.
"A glitter bomb? That's low Elizabeth"
"At least I didn't hire an entire marching band. How much did that cost?"
"Don't worry it will all be worth it when Will agrees to be my valentine"
"No he's mine."
Will walked up to us and we shut up quickly. "Wow big plans for Valentine's Day?" He laughed.
"Yeah" I said breathlessly
"Who's the lucky person?"
"Well actuall-" Stevie started but she was interrupted by a short boy with unkept black hair walking up to Will.
"Nico! Happy Valentine's Day" Will greeted.
"This holidays stupid" he muttered, shoving a handmade card into Wills hand.
Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhat
Will got down on one knee and held a happy meal box out to the boy "Nico, will you be my Valentines?"
Thethethethethethethethethethethe
Nico blushed "of course I will"
Hellhellhellhellhellhellhellhellhellhell
Will spend up and kissed Nico. What the hell was happening???
Me and Stevie stood there stunned. Even the marching band was at a loss of what to do.
My guitar hit the ground, bringing Will and Nico's attention back on us. Nico's face was cherry red.
"Are these the girls?" Nico asked.
"Yep. Elizabeth, Stevie. This is my boyfriend Nico"
Stevie let out a small noise of disbelief that only I heard.
"I'm sorry to ruin your Valentine's Day but there's somewhere we need to go"
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And that's basically how I found out I was a demigod, daughter of Nike. And that my best friend was my sister.
I sat I my cabin with Stevie later a week later. I broke the silence between us.
"I didn't even like Will that much. I just wanted to beat you"
"Same here"
The horn signalling dinner sounded in the distance "Race you to dinner?"
"Obviously"
I'm almost a 100k reads. . .
Omg, wtf, why? how? what? Should I do something for this??? Idk leave suggestions in the comments if you think I should.
Word count ~ 740
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