Shopping. {T W I S T E D}

Dylan waved his arms comically as he struggled to regain balance, then toppled over. He took Korina's hand, and pulled himself up. "It's fi- Hey..." He knit his eyebrows. "You look familiar. Are you from the camp?"

"You don't remember me? I'm Korina." I told him. The guy who's mother drops things on his head when he insults the gods. I remember him. I felt my lips tug at the ends. "What brings you here to Prada?" I asked. I normally didn't see many guys here. Much less ones that I know.

"Oh yeah! I remember you!" Dylan smiled. He scratched his head awkwardly. "I snuck off campus to hangout at a coffee shop I like. A sister of mine guilted me into doing some shopping for her." He looked around, then whispered conspiratorially, "I've been getting weird looks all afternoon."

I laughed at him. "Wheres' your sister?" I asked. More importantly why drag him? didn't have anything against it, just that why couldn't his sister drag someone else?

"That's just it." He grimaced. "The manipulative little-" a car horn blared right outside, perfectly timed. - insisted she stay at camp. So I'm stuck here, lugging around her stuff. I'm just glad I only owe her one favor."

I smiled at him. "I can help you carry some stuff, and if youre going to be taking the train, I have a ride. I can take you back to camp half blood you know." I told him. I have seen the stares women give guys that shop in feminine store alone. They look at them like they aren't supposed to be there.

Dylan sighed in relief. "Thanks you sooooooooo much." He shivered. "People won't stare at me now. Do you go off campus much?"

"Well, I leave camp once or twice every month or so." I told him. I didnt know what he meant be 'alot' so I just told him the facts. I grabbed a few bags, there were bags from pretty much every shop on 5th... she must be rich. OR a huge spender in tonnes of debt. Either one.

Dylan noticed Korina looking at the bags. "She has a -very- rich mortal dad. Lucky little..." He laughed. "I'm glad you're here."

I smiled at him. Now I know not to tell him my financial status. “Oh really? What does he work as?” I asked him trying to make small talk. As soon as that came out, there was a 60% chance of him asking me what my mom worked as.

"I don't know, I think he's a Prosecutor. I guess you must have some cash too, to be able to shop here." He laughed. "I was just being silly. I'm glad some of us got to have relatively happy homes."

"Oh, thats cool." I looked out the glass doors and I saw that it was snowing. Really bad. "Holy Crap" I muttered. It was 5:49PM. Too late to get back to camp. What the hell was I supposed to do.

"Well that's not good." Dylan muttered. He perked up suddenly, and pointed to a display of umbrellas. "Those should get us to the train station. If you don't mind sharing that is," he checked his wallet. "I only have enough cash for one."

I shook my head, "I still have my car. May have to stay at a hotel for the night. Or my mom's. Need to get it away from the snow. Or I'm afraid I'll have to wait till the ice thaws till I can drive it again." I said. New York Snow storms lasted days, and they wern't exaclty great. Trust me.

Dylan shrugged. "Arright, I trust you. I don't have enough money for a hotel room, though, so your mom's might be the best option." He looked to Korina, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah. It's a 5 minute drive there. We gotta hurry up though." I started the engine and drove. Mom's was a penthouse on 5th. It wasn't too small. I guess. I parked in the extra parking space for our apartment suite. We had 3.

Dylan whistled. "Quite the place. Nothing like my dad's old apartment." They entered the elevator. "Didn't even have one of these."

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"It's alright I guess." I said. We reached the 19th floor. And there was my mom sitting there in the middle of the large living room.

"Hi Korina. What are you doing here? And who is this young man over there?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Is it okay if we stay here tonight? I can't go back to camp in this weather and he needs a place to stay." I said.

"It's nice to have some company. Why not?" She said purely amused.

"What's your name?" She asked getting up from her seat.

Dylan strode forward, extended a hand, and smiled. "I'm Dylan. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Walker. I'm a friend of Korina's from Camp."

"Yes, I see." mom paused. "I still haven't made dinner yet, so why don't you make yourself comfortable for now untill dinner is ready? Korina, can you show Dylan to the guest room?" She asked.

"Yeah sure mom." I replied. I turned over to Dylan.

"Follow me." I told him.

I opened the door to the room at the end of the hall*.

"Hope you like it." I said nicely.

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Dylan whistled. "Wow. This is the guest room? Thanks!" He smiled. "I'm really glad I ran into you. Otherwise, I'd be stuck out in the snow!"

I smiled.

"No problem." I said.

He seemed to really like it. Maybe it was because of the size. I have no idea. But what would I know? I've been living in luxury my whole life. I wouldn't know much about the outside world.

"Size of my old living room! Like, no kidding!" Dylan joked. He laughed. "Anyway, your mom seems really nice."

I snorted.

"Nice. Yes, very very nice. The best mom on the planet." I said in reply to his sarcasm.