Maybe it was the hormones' fault.

No, that still wouldn't do much to explain the terrible, heated relationship between you and Percy that seemed more turbulent than a roller coaster ride.

Looks and flirtations. Words as sweet as honey that began to flow naturally, a long conversation of glances and of course, the irresponsible part of always waking up tangled in sheets with the room is always chaotic.

The unspoken jealousy magnified sixfold without ever having made anything official. You were friends. Good friends. You understood each other, and gods, your bodies understood each other even better.

Girls wouldn't come near him because you wouldn't let them and you say it like that. But he walked more complicated.

The sweet words and passionate confessions became sharp blades under your tongue and the atmosphere became heated between the two of you. Tension enveloped them like a massive flare glowing bright red as their shoulders met every now and then, as his eyes bored into your back as he saw you talking with some random camper or how he felt every inch of his skin tingle when he was laughing with the smart girl and unconsciously felt her eyes boring holes into the back of his neck.

Fortunately eyes can't kill. But gods...came very close.

The always anticipated summer was now treated as a cold war between the two of you who couldn't even exchange a word or it would end in a heated and very explosive argument and on rare (not so rare) occasions in his bed.

He was annoying. But gods, you loved and hated him in equal measure.

But none of that lessened the pain and stress of seeing him surrounded by other girls as if he weren't hers. As if her mouth hadn't marked every inch of his sun-kissed skin, and as if that very obvious hickey on his neck was not your doing.

Annoying. Idiot. Irritant. Stubborn. Hot. Irritant again. That demigod...

"If you look too long you'll end up drooling, darling." And there it was, the part of him that made her body burn with fury and desire, especially if the place of the clash was between the sheets. "Admiring the view?"

The teasing smile with that lazy, sarcastic air, the sun kissing his skin, Riptide leaning on his shoulder as beads of sweat trickle down his neck, disappearing into the damp collar of the camp shirt leaving a taste of wanting more in your mouth and gods, you knew exactly what that cursed cloth covered and the marks it left on it.

It was hard to decide whether you loved him more or hated him more.