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KATIE’S POV

“Whatcha doing?” I peeked over Travis’s broad shoulder looking at the blueprints of my cabin sprawled across his desk.

“Nothing!” He swiped his hand across desk attempting to hide the papers from my wandering eyes.

“Please not another prank! My cabin still smells like rotting fish from last week!” I pleaded. Travis just gave me a suspicious smile in return.

“Why are you here?” Clearing his throat. My eyes rolled at his failed attempt to change the conversation, but I didn’t bring the topic back to the papers scattered across his desk. He watched as I plopped down onto his bed, reaching under his dirty bed searching for the hidden stash of food.

I started chuckling. “You can’t complain about me stealing it if you stole it first.” He gave me a look before sighing, turning back around in his chair to keep working. I tried to look at what he was drawing, but he made sure to cover up his work this time.

“You're so boring! I need to be entertained.” I gave him a puppy dog look that was hard to resist, but he still looked at me like I was crazy.

“If you want someone to hang out with, then go see if Miranda is available.” I sighed defeated. Miranda was in the fields, but I didn’t want to talk to her. I wanted to see Travis.

“She’s with Jake doing...um...training. Yeah, training.” I quickly covered up. He gave me a wary look.

“You don’t sound to convinced.” He pointed out.

“Am I allowed to hang out with one of the best friends!” Something flashed in his eyes for a split second at the mention of being friends, but the emotion disappeared as soon as it came.

He cleared his throat, “Did you hear about the new kid?” He asked. I vaguely remembered a rumor of a camper who was chased into camp by a hellhound.

“He was the one attack by the hellhound. I heard he’s in the infirmary from some cut. What about him?”

“He woke up today apparently. The Aphrodite Cabin wants to get a look at him, but Chiron's been holding them back.”

“Poor kid. He’s already got the attention of that entire cabin. I bet he’s just some unlucky twelve year old who stumbled upon a monster by accident.”

“Let’s go see if he’s out of the infirmary.” He rose from chair, offering me a hand to get up. I grasped his hand, using it to balance me as I got to my feet. I couldn’t help but to notice how me and Travis’s hands fit perfectly into one-another's. I shrugged off the weird feeling before walking out the door.

Travis and I, walked towards the center of camp hoping to intercept the tour of the camp.

“Who’s kid do you think he is?” Travis asked.

“I don’t know. It has been pretty randomized lately, with all the new campers we’ve been getting.” We walked around the climbing wall towards the arena, when we saw him.

I understand now why Aphrodite’s kids were so eager to meet the new addition to Camp Half-Blood. He was the mirror image of a god, but which one was still under questioning. He had honey blood hair, but that’s not what I noticed first.

He looks like he just stepped out of a gym.

He didn’t miss leg day.

He started to turn around, heading for the climbing wall, but I was next to the climbing wall. He was walking to me, indirectly of course, but he was still coming towards me.

His eyes…

They looked like pools from the Mediterranean sea, the sparkling blue swirling with a subtle green. I was mesmerized by the infinity of the sea.

I felt a nudge on my shoulder pulling me back to reality. I glared at Travis, who stared over my shoulder. He looked infuriated by something. But what?

“Hey.” Nevermind. The silky voice called from behind, tapping my shoulder. I slowly turned around, hoping not to startle the person behind me. It was him. He was talking to me. To me!

“I’m new here. The names Michael Ode.” His voice was like liquid gold, encasing my brain and turning it to mush.

“Ka-Katie Gardner, daughter of Demeter. Who’s your parent? Or do you not know? ‘Cause if you don’t that’s ok too. I didn’t get claimed until almost a month after getting here. I was stuck with Travis over here in his cabin.” I smiled shyly.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I just had to ramble. Why do I always do this to myself? I looked up at Michael, my cheeks growing red with embarrassment, but his smile just got wider.

“I got claimed when I woke up this morning. My dad’s Apollo, I think. I was a little out of it when I got told. Do you know where my cabin is by chance? I never really got told during the tour.”

“Your in cabin 7, next to Athena and Artemis. I’ll show you.” I tried to grab his arm to guide him in the right direction, but someone held me back.

“Can I talk to you for a moment, Katie? Alone.” I glanced at Travis, snapping myself out of my daze.

“Just a moment please.” I told Michael before Travis pulled me to the outskirts of the arena.

“What was that Katie? I thought we would spy on the guy, then go train or something. Not me being the third wheel to you and your new boyfriend!” His eyes flashed with untold feelings before settling on rage.

Travis was mad, at me. He’s never been mad at me before, not like this. Maybe a little ticked off, but he would always forgive and forget. I don’t think that’s the case this time. But why is he even mad? He should be happy for me! I never hang out with people. I never date. I just work in the fields with my siblings, until dinner. Even after dinner I just read, or reorganize the gardening shed. The only time I ever really do anything is when I help Travis and Connor with a prank. He should be happy for me, not mad.

“I didn’t know the new camper was going to look like that! Besides maybe he likes me, or maybe it’s a dead end, but I intend to find out.”

“Fine, do whatever you want.” He turned and stomped back to his cabin. What was his problem? Why would he care if some guy might like me? I turned on my heel, planting a smile on my face before walking back up to Micheal, determined to make the most out of this moment.

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My fingers dug into the dirt, wrapping around the invading weed, before yanking it out by the root. I wiped the sweat forming below my hairline with the back of my hand, glancing behind me to check if Miranda was leading my siblings back from lunch. I was to engrossed in the repetitive motion of pulling out weeds to notice the time, or even if I was hungry. Besides, I could always get a snack from the camp store. I finished with my section of plants just as kids started to flood out of the dining pavilion to do their respective activities for the afternoon.

I decided to walk towards the beach, savoring in the warm patches of sunlight to fight off the cold gusts of wind. I sat down on the warm sand burying my feet into the soft ground enjoying the small waves lapping at my toes. I sat there thinking about the world, about the gods, about life, about anything that happened to appear in the forefront of my mind. It was peaceful. I never really get to be by myself. I’m always needed by someone for some random task. It’s nice to sit and just relax, to not think, to not be needed, to be peacefully alone. I strangely loved the feeling.

The feeling was interrupted by a rude tap on my shoulder. I glared up at the perpetrator who interrupted by bliss, but my rage was clouded by his face. Michael looked down at me with an adorable grin planted on his face. I smiled up to him sliding to the right so he could sit where I was. He gracefully sat down, pulling out a small basket from behind his back.

“What’s the basket for?” I asked.

“For our picnic, Pumpkin.” I internally cringed at the nickname, but he called me that. I’m lucky to even be talking to him.

“I’m just stupid I guess!” I could feel something arise when he didn’t disagree with my statement. Michael started talking, but I was mesmerized by his glazed over blue eyes as he spoke. I mumbled the needed reassurances that I was listening to him as he talked. He must have talked for hours because the sun was starting in seep below the horizon, filling the sky with an array of fiery colors. This might have been romantic if not for Michael’s blank expression.

I nudged his shoulder pointing at the horizon. He looked at me then the sky, as we sat in silence.

“I think curfews coming up, we should get back to our cabins.” I asked.

“Yeah we should,” He stood up offering his hand, “come on I’ll walk you back.” I blushed at the gesture before taking his warm hand, using it to pull me up. I dusted off my shorts before walking back to my cabin with Michael.

We reached the door, as I turned around ready to tell him my good byes. We stood there in awkward silence, as I kicked my toes at the wooden porch. I glanced back up at Michael, who had taken a step closer. He began to slowly lean in. My eyes widened at his intentions, almost wishing this wasn’t a dream, but the smallest piece of me screamed to push him away turn my head and walk back into my cabin. The little voice was beaten and quieted by my immediate want.

He was centimeters away, getting closer and closer. My head against my wishes turned, my feet stepped back. My mind was almost screaming for me to stop, but something was controlling my motions, and it wasn’t my brain. Something inside of me didn’t want to lose my first kiss to Michael. That small part of that was muffled by my brain won. I left Michael standing on my porch looking rejected. I gave him a sad smile before saying my goodbyes, a warning about the Harpies, and a promise to meet up tomorrow evening.

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“I don’t like him.” Travis stated. I rolled my eyes, laying back down on his bed. He was getting changed into swim suit, so we could go swimming with Conner and Miranda who already left for the beach.

“Well I like him, so can’t you be even a little happy about that?” I pleaded as he stepped out of the bathroom. I gave him a once over, my breath catching in my throat.

“No.” I sighed. He grumbled about how someone should like him instead, but I couldn't make out the exact words. You can’t make someone like another person. Travis started to pack the bag for the beach as my demigod phone went off. I smiled as Michael texted me to hang out again.

“Travis? Can I rain check today? Michael wants to hang out.” I asked trying to sound sorry. Something​ lit up in the backs of his eyes. I had been blowing plans off with Travis all week, I think I pushed past his limit.

“No you can’t rain check to hang out with him! He doesn’t deserve your time, or you at all! He doesn’t love you, I do! I deserve to be with you! I should be the one you cancel plans for! Not him. He doesn’t deserve you. He will never deserve you! I deserve you!” Travis finished his rant breathing heavily. I smiled up at him, my face lighting up. I tossed my phone on his bed.

“Let's go to the beach then.” I grabbed the bag and Travis’s hand, opening the cabin door, starting towards the beach.