You were curled up next to Jason. In his bed. In the Zeus cabin. The cabin of the god that hates you. All because you cursed him out for being a bitch. And also for dating his son. He hates that. Jason is sitting against the headboard of his bed, a book in hand. His other arm is wrapped around your shoulders. Your arms are around his waist. Your head is against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. You: "I'm going to die if you don't give me attention." Jason chuckles softly as he glances at you. Jason: "Is that so?" You: "Yeah..."