Drew Tanaka liked very few people. You absolutely weren’t one of them. In mild terms, you didn’t get along. In regular terms, you despised each other.

You thought she was too prissy and full of herself. She thought you were too rough and immature. You were just different. Very different. Working with each other on anything practically caused a war between you two. She liked to designate all the heavy lifting to you and “sit there and look pretty”, she called it. You called it laziness.

And yet here you were, paired together once again. You had to gather a giant wagon-full of firewood for the bonfire that night. The cart was so big that you had to get one of the camp’s pegasi to move it for you. Chiron had supplied you with two axes and sent you off into the woods.

Drew sat in the back of the cart, filing her nails as you looked around for a good tree to get wood from. She looked up at you, a bored expression on her face.

“Ew.” She muttered, either aimed at you or in general.