Octavian sighed. His blind date was suppose to be here five minutes ago, where was she?
Suddenly, the door opened and Octavian's least favorite demigod, Percy Jackson, walked in.
He walked over to where Octavian was sitting. "Move Octagon, I was suppose to be here five minutes ago to meet someone here on a-"
"That bitch." Octavian swore loudly. "She set us up together. And where were you?"
"Wait . . . are you-" Percy started.
"Yup." Octavian said bitterly. "I'm your . . . date." He said with venom dripping from his words.
As the night went on, both boys became increasingly agitated with each other.
"Who do you want to be president?" Percy eventually asked Octavian, thinking that they might agree on one thing; Donald Trump-
"Donald for the win!" Octavian exclaimed.
"Are you serious? I mean, Hillary isn't much better, but at-"
"Oh, come on, at least Trump can keep his email secret. And he's right, Muslims are horrible." Octavian said.
Percy punched Octavian in the mouth, causing the skinny boy to go flying.
"Fine." Octavian said, whipping blood off of his busted lip. "Let's do this!"
Percy ended up, by accident, of course, nearly killing Octavian. It was then everyone agreed on something; Never, ever, set up Percy and Octavian on a blind date ever again.