Jason frickin Grace. Son of Jupiter, praetor of camp Jupiter. You hated how much you crushed on him.

With his fluffy blonde hair and his electric blue yes. His purple praetor jacket and his stupid grin and glasses. Holy Venus.

You were just a normal camper at Camp Jupiter, nothing special. So why would he ever notice you? He wouldn’t, at least that’s what you thought.

Somehow you two had became friends..? You had absolutely no clue how it happened. But it did, so…. Anyways, not the point. You still have a huge crush on him, though you hated to admit it.

He was stupidly perfect, and you were a mess when it came to him.

You were sitting in your cabin, reading, when Jason walked in without an invited and flopped backwards on your bed, groaning in irritation.

“Praetor is so much work..” he complained.