"Your boyfriend is looking for you." Nico told you, glaring at you as he stood over your bed, where you were sitting.

You just looked at him in confusion. Why was he in a bad mood? And all pissy?

Not that you cared, but you wanted to know what was wrong with your best friend. He's been a ting off lately. Especially when you mentioned your boyfriend.

"And get an actual shirt on." He grumbled when he saw that what you were wearing wasn't covering your stomach—or your arms. He didn't care that it was hot out.

"You're gonna give guys ideas. Stupid, ugly, pervy guys."