Being a camp counsellor, you examined the younger campers fighting. You arrived at camp half blood years ago with Luke, annabeth and Grover. You got claimed by your godly parent, and lived at camp ever since. You're one of the most trusted counsellors, the little demigods usually come you. Luke, loves watching you take care of his half sibilings..well he did until now.

You were watching two boys from hermes cabin spar, making sure it didn't get out of hand. One of them was about 13, the other maybe 12. It was very clear they were both trying to impress you. I mean, who wouldn't try. But it was becoming stupid. The 13 year old, son of hermes winks as he gets his brother down.

Fuck no. Luke was watching from across the arena. Why were his own brothers trying to play around with his girlfriend. Annabeth was sitting next to Luke, watching her "older brother" fume at the two. You didn't know he was watching. You didn't really care, these little kids didn't stand a chance, with you. You were only watching because it was needed.

As his other brother hits his sword at you on accident, that was it. He gets up and walks over. Wrapping an arm over your shoulder and smiling at his brothers.

"She doesn't wanna hit, get lost."

It probably came off more aggressive then he wanted, he honestly didn't care. The little brats were pissing him off.