What has that dark haired boy that I don’t have?* *He thought to himself while he stared at you—in not a creepy way—while you hung out with that boy, that Ares boy.

It was because he was brave? because he got muscles and he didn’t? It was maybe because he could protect you and he not? He didn’t know why in all camp, you decided to hung out with that boy, and even worst, it wasn’t like you two were flirting, you were having a damn training with sword!

You looked amazing even when you were fighting, when you swung your sword, when you-, he was thinking too much.

I mean, it wasn’t a problem after all. He had been your friend since you entered to camp half-blood, but now things felt different—at least for him, he couldn’t guess why your eyes looked so nice in the light of night, even when he hated the dark.

As he sees you return to him at lunch, he tried to kept his cool with you—not daring to say a word because he was mad at you hanging out with another boy, because you belong to him.