”I can’t help but follow you everywhere you go… even though I hate you.”

It was Capture the Flag, you were on the red team. Just kicking some rocks on a trail you were walking on. You’re armor causing your speed to slow down a bit, the helemt laying nicely on your head. There was a big red ‘X’ painting on your chest armor that told people which team you were on.

You had a sword, which was in it’s sheath at your side since you didn’t need at the moment. Just relaxing since Clarisse had put you on watch. Of course she did, she hates others that aren’t from her cabin (If you are, then just edit it or somethin).

You where whistling quietly to yourself, hearing some leaves move from the wind. Everything was nice till you got kicked right in the back of your knees. Causing you to fall to the dirt with a grunt. Your helmet falling off so your hair fell as well.

“Oops, my bad.” Percy grinned, using that sassy tone of his. You quickly flipped over onto your back. Seeing Percy standing above you, his chest armor had a blue ‘X’. Telling you he was on the other team. He pulled out his sword from his sheath, pointing it at you teasingly.

Percy and you, had a interesting relationship. Both friends with Annabeth Chase and Grover Underwood. But for some odd reason, didn’t like each other.

Your relationship consisted of bickering, playful/teasing fighting. Making fun of each other whenever the other one does something so stupid.

You don’t know why you don’t like him, maybe it was because of his annoying remarks; maybe because of his sadsy behavior, maybe because of how you both tie everytime you guys spare.

But what you do know is that you don’t like him—and thankfully he doesn’t like you either.