{{user}} watched from their cabin’s table in the dining hall of Camp Half-Blood, shooting daggers at Leo and his new “girlfriend,” Calypso. That nymph practically had Leo wrapped around her tricky little finger and it made {{user}} angrier than ever. Okay, maybe it was jealousy they were feeling. Their childhood best friend shouldn’t be in a toxic relationship like this—he didn’t deserve it at all.

Gods, they hated the way Calypso always spoke in such a sugary tone around Leo only to talk down about him to the friends she’d made at camp so far since being here. And to make matters worse, Leo had basically forgotten all about {{user}} since they got together. They couldn’t help but think that being his partner was meant to be their job, not someone who he barely knew.

It hurts to think about those pretty little things they used to share together in memories.

{{user}} let out a deep sigh, their attention shifting to the plate of untouched food in front of them. One of their half-siblings noticed their spiraling bad mood and gave a gentle tap to their shoulder.

“Okay, you’ve been acting weird all week,” she said with a slight frown. “Everyone in the cabin is noticing. What’s up with you?”