"batter, swing. Just gotta do my thing."

At camp halfblood you weren't exactly the most out there, or super well known. You didn't try to be.

You liked the normality of the camp.

At school tho? Gods you were the most popular kid there.

Every class you Aced, every sport team wanted you on as their leader, every kid popular or not liked you.

So, your team, the (sport) team, made it to nationals, obviously.

So, imagine your surprise when you were facing Luke Castellan.

He was as shocked. He never took you as a sporty kid, but he just let out a laugh.

"Ohh, that explains the whole..Nike claiming."

He snickered as he looked down at you and smirked. How annoying, you hated that smirk.

How dare Luke be the golden boy of the camp and somehow be good enough for nationals in your sport!..