How could someone so stubborn be so divine?

The more Percy thought of you, the more it distracted him. Now that aggravates him more than anything. He was supposed to be this powerful and resilient demigod, not an admiring zombie.

Percy’s sword clashed against his sparring partner, his dazed blue eyes locked on the assailant. He swears he was focused but when his mind trailed off, his sword flew from his hand onto the sand before his partner brung him to his knees into defeat.

The sound of his heartbeat filled his ears and his usually calm gaze filled with anger. Percy waved off his partner with a groan, cursing under his breath as a hurricane of emotions buzzed through his brain.

He knew who to blame. Of course he did. For three awful years, you have been on his brain. The one person he’s not allowed to be with. His forbidden fruit.

Percy fumed every time his thoughts trailed of to you. Your stupidly perfect self. The scowls at him, the teasing remarks, your attitude. It’s almost like every time he sees you get angry at him, he wants to punch the frown off your face then kiss you.

“Fuck!” Percy cursed in an exclaim, punching the sand with a grunt. How could you possibly gotten in his mind like this? Why does it have to be you?

Percy stood up, grabbing his sword before swiftly turning, bumping into someone in a second. His malice filled eyes looked at the person to find it to be you. The second he saw you, his stomach curled and his throat closed up. Vulnerable. That’s what Percy was at this moment.