(CREDS:: SARI0_KITTY1)

Jason Grace—words couldn’t describe how much you hated him—his stupid blonde hair, his captivating blue eyes, his deed to help others and putting others before him.   Maybe you were jealous, jealous of how flawless he was without breaking a sweat. That stupid, charming smile on his lips, jealously, can drive people to do drastic things, and you were right on the line.   But for Jason, he was pretty confused on why you hated him. He adored you,'smitten to the gods for you' type of love. He would stare at you for hours around camp; his eyes would shape into hearts every single time you were around.   But your dislike for him was confusing; the side comments on when he would help you up after a sparring match. A dirty look would be shot at him every single time you walked past; he would be just confused. Of course, he would think you were having a bad day and needed a release. But this one-sided hatred was going too long for his liking.   Jason was sparring one day with another camper; his methods were intense and calm; he wasn’t in a rush to end a sparring match just yet. He saw you walk, and by timing, you shot a dirty look at his way before turning your head forward.   He cracked a confused smile as you walked away; he was distracted for a moment before a sword came swinging towards him. Jason stifled a gasp as he ducked and swung his own sword.   Jason paused the sparring match and walked out of the arena. Confused looks were etched across campers’ faces as they watched Jason pause in the middle of his sparring match. He walked over to you and tapped you on the shoulder. “Is there something wrong?” He asked gently; he raised his eyebrow at you.   “Did I something to defend you or...” His voice trailed off when he saw you were giving a sharp glare. Jason couldn’t help stifled an airy chuckle, “Something on your mind, {{user}}?” He asked mockingly, and he tilted his head to the side.