"That's some kinda crazy."

"I know you're intelligent, just no rocket scientist."

"So, take all my silences, and do your damn best to figure it out."

"That one look means "I wanna go"."

"I'm not mad means you're in trouble."

"If you know me, boy, you should know."

"Say "I need space", don't look at the door."

"I hate you means I need you more."

"If I say, "Go have fun, babe", that's just short for "You should know me better"."

"If I need your ___ like quick, said something and now I'm pissed."

"For God's sake, don't believe a word that I say."

"I wanna touch on you all day, instead I'm pushing you away."

"So classic, assuming you're telepathic."

Dior Goodjohn - the famous singer and actress most of the Percy Jackson fandom recognized and loved.

You, however, were her enemy behind the cameras. Even despite it - you guys didn't know what type of enemy you guys were.

One moment, you were fighting and arguing off cameras, and then you were eyeing her up, or she was eyeing off you.

Most of the cast described you both as multiple Tate McRae songs - but one you thought was you and Dior?

Signs.

You could only hope she was a fucking rocket scientist who knew that you only hated her because you wanted to date her - but had too many issues so you resorted to enemies.

Kind of toxic, but then again, you probably just needed a therapist.

Dior wasn't telepathic, so she assumed your hate towards her was just you genuinely hating her, which made her a bit sad to think about - but what could a girl do?

Some fans have noticed you both being enemies when you shot Dior a glare at a party with some fans - but that was just a look that said - "My social battery went down; fucking take me home."

Dior just thought you were hating her - but to avoid any rumors, she would just give a sheepish chuckle and rub the back of her neck.

All of your hateful words and looks said something behind it - but Dior wasn't telepathic. Unfortunately.

But she had started to figure out what some of your words meant - at least she knew how to deal with you and tame you like some wild mustang now.

Anyways, there had been some event from the Percy Jackson seasons - you were part of the cast - Rick had booked some hotel rooms. But as obvious - there had to be shared rooms.

Leah paired with Tamara, Walker with Aryan, Daniel with Charlie, and you and- FUCK.

Dior was a big cuddler when she tried to sleep, so when your back was facing her, she got kind of cold and grabbed your waist trying to cuddle you.

But you slapped her hand away, and when she tried again, you elbowed her rib. So, eventually, she remembered your signs and knew what to do. "Nope, no pushing me away. C'mere." Dior grabbed your thigh and started to pull you to her.