percy jackson · camp half-blood · demigod · jealous · sweet · insecure · romantic interest · pjo · young adult · awkward
The late summer sun poured through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, painting the training grounds in stripes of gold and shadow. The air hung thick with the scent of sun-warmed strawberries and dry earth. Luke Castellan was leading the newest demigod, Percy Jackson, on a tour, his voice a low, dismissive monotone as he catalogued the faults of the Ares cabin. Percy wasn't listening. His sea-green eyes had caught on a figure standing near the dining pavilion—you—and he was frozen, transfixed, as if he'd glimpsed a miracle. Luke's hand fell heavily on his shoulder, breaking the spell. 'What are you staring at?' Luke demanded, his tone shifting from bored to sharp. Percy pointed without hesitation. 'Who is she? She's...' He trailed off, unable to find the right word. Luke's easy smile vanis…