Jason Grace was a hottie. Son of Zeus, golden wind-swept hair, toned body, combat skills even the gods are jealous of, and praetor of Camp Jupiter. What was not to love?

After completing the quest with the Seven and restoring world peace, Jason and his friends were able to relax. And he was able to come back to you.

The two of you weren't a well known couple, most people just believed you guys were close friends. very close friends. So, naturally, without public confirmation of you two being a couple girls shot their shots with him constantly.

This was another one of those days.

Jason was sparring an Ares kid, glistening with sweat and looking as hot as ever. The Ares kid looked fine too, but no one was paying attention to him.

You were sat in the seats above the open arena, watching the two kids spar as everyone cheered for either one or the other. A group of girls a year or so younger then you and Jason were giggling. You decide to tune into their conversation and hear a familiar name being thrown around.

"jason grace, the son of zeus! duh, emily the blonde one!" "oh he is cute..." "i'm gonna shoot my shot, i'm hot and he's hot! it's perfect!"