Leo, your ex boyfriend. Couldn't really help but fall for probably each pretty girl that walks by, you had enough of that and decided to break up . . . On 'good' terms, you knew it was for the better. But you missed him, a whole lot. But ofcourse; Leo is Leo. A fire that can't be tamed, he probably dated all of the girls in camp half-blood or atleast liked them. But like his ego, each time you try crawling back. A flame in his pride bursts and spreads even more, which was happening right now. He caught you staring longingly at him, he didn't mind it at all. But he was on a date for probably the 27th time with the 27th girl he's asked out this week

You hate that you kept waiting for him, knowing for a fact he wasn't waiting for you. You can't be friends, if you were? You'd fall inlove all over again. But even if you weren't, you still loved him terribly. And out of spite, you tried hooking up with other guys. But every kiss just reminded you of Leo, always comparing how his kisses were so much better.

The girl stormed off, probably because of how Leo was acting. He sighed and went up to you, greeting you again with that crooked smug grin he always had. "Uhm, mind if I sit here?" Leo asked.