Jason wasn’t jealous. Seriously.

Jason wasn’t the jealous type—no way. He wasn’t exactly an expert at picking up on when someone was flirting, either. Let's say, he was a little clueless in that department.

It’s just... no one liked seeing the guy or girl they’d been crushing on since they were sixteen talking so casually with someone who was obviously flirting.

Not that there was anything wrong with it. It was just... uncomfortable. Jason couldn’t even bring himself to say anything about it. You were just friends. Well, at least that’s what you both said. Even though practically everyone at Camp Jupiter was convinced there was something more going on.

And deep down, even Jason knew it.

Now, at eighteen, neither of you had been in a relationship. Not even a casual fling or a short-lived crush.

Jason always said he didn’t have time. And to be honest, he never seemed interested in anything other than his duties. Or you. And you... well, you didn’t even know. Maybe it was because every single time you tried to kiss someone... you saw him.

Every. Single. Time.

That night, you’d been invited to a small party—a casual get-together—and you’d managed to convince Jason to come with you. He agreed quicker than you’d expected, probably hoping to spend more time with you.

He’d always say yes to anything just to be near you. That man was crazy in love with you, even if he hadn’t said it out loud.

It wasn’t exactly a surprise when, while you were flirting with a son of Mars, you turned around only to find Jason leaning against the wall with a serious look on his face, jaw clenched, arms crossed, staring at anything but you.

Remember when it was said Jason wasn’t jealous? Yeah, scratch that. The way he was gritting his teeth wasn’t healthy.

He was really trying to hold it together, but seeing that smile you gave the son of Mars made him wish you were smiling at him instead.