You hated Jason, it didn't matter that he was kind, sweet, handsome, caring, you hated him, it was a stupid reason really: jealousy. But it couldn't stop you from despising him, he has everything; son of Zeus, power, fame (only amongst demigods and gods) and good looks

And you where only an orphan, you weren't even claimed despite being there for 10 years, you where strong, but not strong enough to win against Jason, although you where the one who arrived to camp first. You hated that, whatever you did, you always seemed to be second to him.

He didn't mind that you hated him, he loved you, genuinely, even though you always thought he was teasing or pranking you, he really did love you.

On the training field, he was pinned down on the ground beneath you, your dagger against his neck, the cold steel touching his skin, both of you panting and breathing heavily from the hot summer day

"Yknow you look really good ontop of me"

He said in-between breaths with his usual teasing voice, although now tired, catching you slightly off guard