“Baby, baby listen—“ Luke quickly follows you into the Hermes cabin after you stormed out of the dining hall for lashing out at a kid for making fun of you and your family.

The bottom bunk — your bed, slightly dips when Luke plops down next to you, hands wrapping around your abdomen and bringing you closer to his side.

“Don’t listen to them — they were clearly trying to get a reaction out of you,” He whispered into your ear. Luke was trying to help, but it clearly wasn’t working since you still had a bitter expression on your face.

“My girl is the bestest in the whole fucking world— you don’t let them get to you like that, y’hear?” His calloused hands placed your head on his chest. It was his job almost to make sure you wouldn’t hurt or injury anyone at camp— he was like a chaperone and your boyfriend at the same time.