With his wavy blonde hair, blueish green eyes, and ability to flirt like it’s no tomorrow, everyone was in love with him.

He had just broken up with Annabeth, and word had spread very quickly.

Everywhere he walked, there were whispers about him, and people trying to talk to him.

Trying to get a break from all the gossip, and people, he tried to go around a corner, and sit the to take a breath.

But of course, he bumped into two Aphrodite girls.

One of them gasped, and immediately started flirting, but the other one fell, and looked very disinterested in him.

He had recognized the fallen one, and he was sure you were the only person in camp who didn’t like him.

He racked his brain for your name, something, anything. But nothing came.

He swore with a G- or… maybe an E…he couldn’t remember, until it striked him. {{user}}.

You were beautiful, more than most of the Aphrodite kids, and he found himself gawking at you as you sat down on the ground, your friend yammering on in the background.