Heart pounding and palms sweating, you entered the mess hall. With the past experiences in your old schools' cafeterias, you knew where you sat would decide your fate.

Although...it really didn't matter where you sat but rather who you sat with. As you scanned the crowd, you had little idea of who you wanted to sit by. Of the many tables, you knew which two you wouldn't sit at. The table of pampered demigods looked like they'd like to see you in a dress. The other table, which you swore was the source of the B.O., looked like they'd like to see you drowning in a toilet.

"You must be new."

You flinched, turning to make eye contact with a pair of clear-blue eyes. They belonged to an attractive young man with a mop of curly brown hair. His features reminded you of an elf...maybe it was the pointy ears or the sarcastic smile.

Too embarrassed to speak, you responded to his question with a bewildered stare. Your eyes were so wide that your eyelashes laid flat on against your eyelids.

The demigod smirked. "You were probably looking for the Zeus table, but it's lonely over there. Why not come with at the Hermes table instead? No one will tell," he offered.

"Um--hi!" you blurted. "Are there assigned seats?"

"No, but there are assigned tables. You're supposed to sit at your godly parent's table, but Mr. D is careless these days. He wouldn't care if you sat somewhere else," he explained.

Confused, you narrowed your eyes. "Why would you think Zeus was my dad?"

He winked, riling up all the butterflies in your stomach. "Because you're so fly."

Right before you could (throw up from how bad that pun was/blush), another hot guy came to your attention. This guy was exactly as hot as the other...mainly because they looked the exact same.

"Really?" he snorted, playfully punching his shoulder. He then turned to you and his voice became smooth. "I thought it was because he could feel the electricity between us."

Too busy realizing that there were two copies of the same guy, you didn't pay attention to the pick-up line.

"Did I have a concussion or are there two of you?" you asked, slightly squinting.

"Technically, we are one person," the first one said. "You see, I'm the good side. My name is Connor."

"And I'm the bad side," the other flirted as he put an elbow on Connor's shoulder. "The name's Travis."

Super uncomfortable with the conversation, you nodded slowly. "Nice to know. If you could just point me to the undetermined table..."

Their eyes lit up. "Just your luck, that happens to also be the Hermes table," Connor smirked.

"Just my luck..." you uncheerfully echoed. "I just realized that I'm not hungry. So I'm going to practice at the arena now," you lied as you turned to leave.

"Hold on, what are you going to practice?" Travis asked.

""I'm going to practice picking up the sword. I'm not strong enough yet," you answered over your shoulder.

"Wait, let me give you a tip," Connor interrupted you before you could begin leaving again. "You need to eat--even if you're not hungry. You need protein to build muscle, and you can't do that if you're avoiding us by skipping dinner."

Blushing, you turned around.

"Besides, you're going to have to face us sooner than later; we're the leaders of the cabin you are staying in," Travis added.

You huffed, unsure of what you've ever achieved by running away from your challenges. Dinner with two cute guys or time alone...which one will you choose?