Reyna was putting some books in the locker when Regina started talking.

Tell me something.

What?

Should I be worried?

About what?

Peter was with a girl by his side yesterday, I don't know her, but I'm almost sure she's in the mathletes; and I don't think she was Peter's girlfriend before Annabeth and Percy took hold of their bodies.

She wasn't.

So, should I be worried?

Why?

I don't know, there's a demigod somewhere who'll just appear out of nowhere and kiss you in my body?

I doubt it.

So you don't have a boyfriend?

I'm not sure. But even if the answer was yes, I don't think he's here.

Wait, how can you not be sure if you have a boyfriend?

We... had a fight, in the night before I woke up in your body. So maybe we're on a break.

What kind of break?

What?

The break let's-see-other-people or the breakwe-just-need-some-time-apart-but-don't-you-dare-even-look-to-someone-else?

I didn't know there was more than one kind.

If you ask a more girly girl, like a cheerleader, she could probably name more than eight different types of breaks.

I don't know. We had a fight, I went to sleep, I woke up here. We didn't have time to discuss the terms of our break.

Are you worried about him?

I'm worried about me, stuck in a body and world that aren't mine.

But what if the time didn't stop in your world? You think you have been in a coma for a week?

I didn't think about it.

If you're, you think he's beside your bed, holding your hand, or after some other girl?

I don't know.

And you don't care?

I'll care about it when it's time, meaning, when I go back to my own body.

And what if he's with another girl?

Then I'll move on.

Really? That simple?

I don't think of myself according to my boyfriend's acts. I think about myself according to my own acts. If I'm in a coma and he decided to move on, he can do it. We had a fight and were on a break.

And you won't be upset?

Yes, I would. But I know who Iam, my strengths and weaknesses, my powers, my friends, my family, my past and my present. So no, I'm not worried about my future. I'll deal with when it's time.

Shoot me down, but I won't fall, I'm titanium?

What?

Never mind.

***

I'm bored.

Welcome to my world.

I'm serious, how can you sit still for hours just listening to someone talking?

I don't have any choice. School is a bore, get used to it.

And what about student council? Why did you choose to be president?

I didn't choose, I was chosen.

I faced endless monsters and survived, but school's boredom might kill me until the end of the month.

That's what most teenagers face, get used to it.

We need something funnier to do.

No! I NEED to stay in school!

I didn't mean instead of school, I was thinking after it.

Sure! Like my life wasn't busy enough!

Maybe some sport.

You do know that was sarcasm, right?

***

Distract me.

Do I look or sound like a jester?

I said to distract, not make me laugh. Tell me about your family.

Now?

Do you have something better to do?

Fine. I'm from another country...

Puerto Rico.

How did you... right, same story, so why are you asking me?

Because I don't think you're a demigodess, daughter of Bellona and praetor of a legion.

Right. So, never met my mother. My father became obsessed with war, so my sister and I ran away.

What's your sister's name?

Hilda. It means warrior.

Makes sense. Carry on.

Anyway, she got a job on a spa, and moved there with me.

Where was it?

At a caribbean island. A very small one. It was a spa just for women. Long story short, it caught on fire, so we left. When we got here, my sister got a job as CEO at...

Amazon.

Your sister too, huh?

In my world, the Amazon is a façade to the amazons, female warriors. And my sister became their queen, not only CEO. Why are you here and not with her?

Don't get me wrong, I love my sister, but...

Your life wasn't there.

No.

And you came here... why?

I don't know, I just felt I should. You think this is weird?

Leaving your sister's security to pursue your own life? No, I don't, I did it too.

No, that I felt I was drawn here.

I ride a pegasus, I fulfilled prophecies and fought monsters. Feeling drawn to somewhere ranks low on my weird list.

Now it's your turn, tell me about your life.

Only if you promise to believe.

***

Reyna was walking to her apartment when she heard a whistle and someone calling.

"Hey, beautiful"

"She's hot"

She turned and saw two guys leaning against a wall, near a gym's entrance.

"WHAT did you just call me?"

Are you going to fight them?

It's not going to be a fight. It's going to be a massacre.

But before she had a chance, someone called from inside the gym.

"Phil, Dany! What are you two doing there? The master is starting the class, you should run"

The guys ran to the inside and the third one stayed behind, smiling at Reyna.

What is he looking at? Creepy.

He offered his hand: "Nice to meet you, I'm Adam. What's your name, princess?"

Why does men insists in giving us such cliché nicknames?

Because they have no creativity.

You mean they have no brains.

Should I shake his hand?

Well, except for the princess, he's polite.

Reyna shook his hand, with a little more force than was needed.

"I'm Regina, so do NOT call me princess"

"Regina? I'm sorry about calling you a princess, I had no idea you're a queen"

Oh, God, the cliché is going to kill me.

"If you insist in giving me a title, I prefer praetor"

"Praetor?"

"It's a roman title, look it up. Now, if you excuse me, I need to go"

Reyna started to walk away, and he walked beside her.

"Already? Why don't you stay a little longer?"

"Because I can't"

"Are you in a hurry? To do what?"

"I'm not in a hurry"

"So why won't you stay?"

"Because I have better things to do than listening to your babbling"

He stopped walking to stare at her, but she ignored and continued to walk without looking behind.

I think you gave him a lesson.

Do you think he learned it?

Of course not, men are like dogs, they need to be trained for weeks!

I think you would be a good amazon.