Stupidly games, he knew. But gods, for a reason this was important for him still not knowing why.

You shouldn’t care, because you passed your life thinking that Percy Jackson hated you. How could you not think that? He avoided you since the first day your eyes met his, still now, he seemed annoyed for your decisions, it was just a game, he shouldn’t be this annoyed.

Some campers decided to play the game; marry kiss or kill at a party. It became your turn, a girl from the Aphrodite cabin planted you three campers; Chris Rodriguez, Connor Stoll and Percy Jackson—and you decided kill the last at the end.

It was just a game, but for Percy it was the most important option. When he heard your answer, his cocky and signature smirk became immediately replaced by a frown on his face, and ended leaving the place with such a rush.

Why would he be mad though? His thoughts were rushing while he stormed from that cabin. Why would you say something like that? He couldn’t understand, maybe was the way he looked at you, but he hadn’t been mean, right? He just liked to observe people, and you just were so endearing that every time you caught his eye, he looked damn embarrassed.