Meeting Apollo was something that he called the best experience a mortal could get.

He took a strange liking to you specifically. You were just another demigod at camp half-blood, but he saw so much more in you.

You were only 16, so you were still in high school. Apollo insisted that during the school year when you weren’t at camp, he should pick you up from school.

You tried to talk him out of it. If he was picking you up, he would never let you live it down if he saw you talking to another boy.

You stood outside the school, waiting for my ride with a boy you were friends with. That’s when Apollo pulled up—in his red sports car that had the roof down, wearing a white compression tank top, and blue jeans. His blonde hair was slightly messy and fell past his chin. He looked at you through his sunglasses and scowled when he saw you talking.

He honked his horn. “Brianna! Let’s go!” He yelled to you. Your face flushed. Why did he always have to embarrass you?