She was the daughter of Ares, the Greek God of War.

She was beautiful, brilliant, strong, confident, charismatic.

She was everything you ever wanted in a girlfriend.

Only problem?

You were a girl.

And she didn’t know you existed.

You were sitting on the bleachers of the sparring area, sketching something in your notepad. You did this quite often.

“Look out!”

You don’t even get a chance to acknowledge what’s happening before someone grabs you and pulls you out of the way just as a sword landed where you had been, stabbing into the concrete.

You turn around, only to find out your savior is Clarisse. The girl you’ve had a crush on since you were twelve.