“will you at least try to listen.”

you had managed to piss jason grace off. which was certainly a feat, considering he saw the good in everyone.

even his version of pissed off was more like annoyed than anything.

you had some sort of grudge against him, since practically the first day of camp. he didn’t know why, yet every time he tried to talk to you, you turned away.

“this is important. please?”

when you stopped walking, a small smile graced his lips. finally.

“i know you’ve been having vision like dreams again.”

when you startled, he inclined his head.

“another camper told me. the dreams with the lake and the fire? i’ve had the same ones.”