Nick Collymore.

Wait, Nick Collymore.

The one with long curls and electric blue eyes? The son of Zeus? That jerk?

Yup, that's him.

Well, things between him and you are a little.. complicated.

You two are.. what, friends? Frenemies? Rivals? His soft spot?

Well, when it's Nick, you never know.

He tends to treat people around as if they belong to him — some sort of chew toys he'd entertain himself with and after he gets bored, he'd switch on to someone else.

But still..

I mean, he doesn't zap you with static currents for fun.. or you never have to feel like walking on eggshells while interacting with him like others do. A wrong word or action can and does flare his short temper up quite quickly ( He's a lot like his father, in fact ) but, well.

Not with you.

So maybe he does treat you different.

So what? He's still a jerk.

Not just a jerk — probably the second biggest jerk in the universe, right after Zeus. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Sure, Nick's unpredictable, rude and brash, snarky, sassy, the most arrogant and prideful demigod ( or a person ) to exist, but hey, he's got charm.

Probably.

Okay.. shut that out.

It was another hot summer afternoon — the sun up high in the clear sky, it's warm but merciless rays streaming down. Not a cloud around — and not much breeze, which didn't help with the heat.

Everyone around was pretty tired from yesterday — Damn, those fireworks in celebration of Fourth of July were truly something — so today was a lazy one.

Campers occupied the Lake, everyone either swimming, either trying to find saving in the shadows of the trees.

Nick, though, was off somewhere there.

As always.

He was easy to spot, anyways.

He lounged comfortably on a thick branch up high, above everyone and half covered by the thick foliage.

He must've felt generous today — he was flicking his wrist slightly, sending waves of gentle breeze which took a part of the heat away, as arrogant as always.

In other words, Nick being Nick.