“who cares what you think of me, we’re in this to win.”

percy’s voice chided you, the both of you jogging off into the woods with the rest of your team.

you couldn’t stand the son of poseidon. he was cocky and stubborn and reckless. of course your cabins had been paired on the same team together. it had to be the gods’ idea of a sick joke.

unfortunately, you cared about the game. enough to force yourself to work with him.

so that’s where you were, ordering people to positions and jogging to your own with percy jackson.

“honestly, if you just gave me a shot,” he continued with a charming smile, reaching up to ruffle his dark, sea swept hair, amusement twinkling in his eyes. even his armor seemed to perfectly fit his frame. how annoying.