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To be honest, you've never been a fan of the annual Camp Jupiter Winter Ball.

I mean, first of all, why do we even have one? It's a war camp.

But also it's just the worst. Sure, dances are nice in theory; sweeping ballgowns, a live band, nice food, and a nice-looking boy on your arm--but truthfully? Without a date, balls are just itchy and loud.

This year's gonna be different, though--because you finally have a date.

Jason asked you to go with him in a really extravagant way: he ordered for a bunch of Probatio campers to bring you a carnation every thirty minutes, then at dinner, he handed you a full bouquet and asked you to go with him--cheesy, I know, but the Winter Ball is a big deal. It's like...the Met Gala, but for teenage warriors.

As you walk into the Senate Building, made up to look like a fancy ballroom, you feel your whole body stiffen; nerves, or excitement, or maybe a mix of both.

Jason notices, because of course he does, he's perfect, and runs a hand down your arm to lace his fingers in yours. Leaning down to hear you over the chatter all around, he frowns. ''You're okay? 'Cause we can go get In-N-Out instead if you want. I'm cool with that.''