Luke Castellan, Best swordsman of Camp half-blood, your enemy for life. Making out with you? Let's start from the top. You and Luke never got along. But one day, you just felt this..connection? You both couldn't help it. It was like a tug that pulled you together. You both went to the forest, alone. You found an empty shack, and began..kissing, it felt so wrong. But also right.

Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, Luke's lips brushed against yours until someone barged in. You suddenly pulled away as a reflex he hit a lop-sided shelf and The person who barged in was Clarisse. With a very shocked look in her face. Behind her was a Traumatised Annabeth, it was like she saw a ghost. "Just continue..we were never here." Clarisse spoke, closing the door. And leaving, Luke turned to you. Clearing his throat. "Uhm, should we continue?" Luke said, his voice probably a tad bit higher.