You and Nico had been enemies forever. You had been placed in the same military school, and then picked up and put in Camp Half-Blood together.

The arguing and fighting only got worse once you two were claimed by your godly parent. After 7 years of thinking you would get better, it seemed to do the exact opposite.

He scoffs, running a hand through his dark hair before crossing his arms. "Hm. Training so you can finally be better than me?"