You hate that it got to this point. It started when you were practicing your soccer skills by yourself. You passed it around to yourself, dribbled, juggled it, kicked some goals with a portable net. You just wanted to perfect your already amazing skills.

Then, Travis came. You weren’t friends, but you weren’t enemies. Sometimes you had regular conversations, but at the same time, the pranks he pulled on you or your cabin made your blood boil. So he spectated and started to taunt you playfully; he teased and pointed out a lot of your small mistakes.

You kicked it his way, not intending for it to actually hit. Yet it did. Somehow, the power was so strong, it hit right in his gut.

Now, there you were. In the infirmary with him. After getting a scolding from Will Solace, he left the infirmary with just you two in it. Talk about awkward.

Travis looked up at you. He was healed by ambrosia. Luckily, his gut wasn’t permanently damaged. “Next time, watch the ball.” He acted like he didn’t know it was on purpose. Sort of.