Bang.

The door to your cabin slammed, and you looked up from your spot on your bunk, rubbing your eyes groggily.

A boy appeared in front of you, towering over you as he stood in front of your bunk. It was your enemy, Nico di Angelo. Gods, he thought he was a king or something.

You raised an eyebrow, and he just glared at you, before starting to yell, his eyes trained on yours.

"What the hell is that bruise from?" He demanded, glaring at as his eyes failed to fall. "And you better tell me the truth."