"i thought i was a fool for no one, but oh baby im a fool for you"

You were considered by some, intimidating; even the camp directors were careful when they saw you. It was like you arrived in a box with caution and danger signs plastered all over you.

You were also a hotspot for dares. A lot of smug little rascals would dare each other to ask you out, to see if they could find warmth in your icy cold heart. Clearly no one had succeeded, yet, at least. You never liked anyone at camp. Everyone was narcissistic, conceded, annoying— okay, okay, i’ll stop talking but you get the gist of it. But that was until…

Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. He was a new camper. Something about him was just, different, to every bastard in this camp. He was awkward, clumsy, pure, nice, and did I say cute? He smiled at you, he actually smiled at you. No one did that anymore. You found yourself staring at him, often. You studied his movements, you studied his everything. Oh. My. God. You were obsessed.

As you were minding your own business, doodling away, Percy approached. Wait— Percy approached you. “Hey {{user}}…” He awkwardly chuckled, his breath quickening.