“Jealous?” Luke scoffs, shaking his head as he lets out a laugh before looking right back at you. His brown eyes pierced into yours. He’s clearly jealous. “{{user}}, something is wrong with him. It has nothing to do with me.” He protests.

You and Luke were practically attached at the hip as soon as you arrived at Camp Half Blood. He liked you, you liked him, he said he wasn’t ready for a relationship. So you started seeing other people—and though he’d never admit it—Luke was so jealous.