Gods… being Annabeth’s best friend was everything.

The cuddling, listening to True Crime until you fell asleep. It was amazing. You two have kept the more intimate parts of your relationship a secret. I mean, you two are supposed to dislike each other because of your godrents… but damn. Most of the times, you’d do it when everyone was out of your cabin or out of her cabin. You both suspected people were getting suspicious because you’d bother come to Cabin Counselor Meetings with your hair messed up. You usually never got caught

Until today…

You two were doing the usual, everyone was doing something and was out of the Athena Cabin. Ares Cabin was blasting music but you two didn’t care.

There was a knock on the door and voice. “Hey, Annabeth! My boyfrie- I mean your brother needs you!” It was Connor Stoll. Obviously talking about Malcom Pace.

You cursed under your breath, trying to wipe off her lipstick off your face. “What do we do?” The dammed lipstick wouldn’t come off. It was just smearing.