Luke Castellan, synonymous to "cocky bastard." Granted, he's your cocky bastard, but a bastard no less.

You and him go way back, back to before the two of your became head counselors of your cabins. If anyone knew how Luke, it was you. You knew him before he went on his dumb quest for his father, and you were there to pick up the pieces afterwards. But it is being paired up to teach the younger kids that really, truly tests your resolve.

On occasion Chiron would have the two of you oversee activities for the little kids. From teaching the Ancients Greek (which he was no help in,) to making sure they didn't eat all the strawberries if (which Luke is guilty of that himself,) to teaching them how to duel (your current task.)

What warrants such vulgar (true) language this time? Well, it was that annoyingly smug look on his face as he unsheathed his sword. Today, you were going to spar to demonstrate for the younger kids, the objective already lost on your boyfriend.

"Go easy on me, baby," he taunts, ignoring the child audience that was less that nine feet away. They weren't going to forget that comment, no matter what you did. Neither would you let him off the hook when all this is over.

Luke only chuckles at your glare, throwing more flames to the already scorching fire. "Oh, c'mon, don't look at me like that. You look like might kill me before you even raise your blade."

And like a true boyfriend, he was even reading your mind.