{1} Princess - P. Jackson 🔱

"Are we about to kiss?"

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I have seen the gods a couple of times since I discovered I'm a demigod. I also have unfortunately been to Perseus's house a few times and as a result I have met Paul.

Safe to say that Sally Jackson has a type.

I don't think Paul was from the U.S., but even so he had some resemblance with Poseidon. He had some white strands picking out, but his hair was still raven. His eyes were lighter, though I couldn't figure out which color. He looked like an actor, being an English teacher may have contributed to this, and was so sweet and kind to Mrs. Jackson just like she deserved.

And... I don't know, something inside of me kind of understands her.

The living room wasn't that big but could accommodate two couches making a 'L'. The tv in front of us was playing some random show, the lights were on with a little music in the background as the loud voices of Mrs. Jackson, Paul and my Aunt were heard from the kitchen.

I stared at him on the other couch. I couldn't help but let my eyes examine his figure. He was wearing a black jeans and a white shirt, never taking off the camp beads from around his neck. As always his hair was messy, his attention on the tv but never stopping Riptide from going back and forth between his fingers. His bottom lip was being tortured by his teeth, he kept biting it looking for skin to pull off.

My leg bounced up and down, I itched my tight exposed from the dark gray skirt I was wearing with a combination of a white crop top with small sleeves.

"Could you stop staring at me?" He broke the silence. My eyes quickly averted from him to the television, "I wasn't staring at you. Why would I be staring at you, dumbass?"

He scoffed and mumbled "Seriously, don't love me that much, Princess."

"Don't worry, my hate towards you doesn't leave space for love." I crossed my arms.

"Good."

Yeah, good...

The silence made itself present again. The laughs coming from the kitchen echoed by the living room, making everything look more uncomfortable. Being in the presence of Perseus was making me angry, not doing anything was making me anxious. My nails unconsciously went digging into my thighs so I could distract myself.

"What time does Annabeth normally call you?" He said, turning to look at me.

I glanced at the clock by the wall, the pointer ticking near ten minutes to nine o'clock. "Nine thirty."

"It's taking too long," He threw his head back, leaning on the couch with his legs spread. "Anyways, how's camp doing?"

I had spent the weekend there again, studying how to control the new toy my mom gave me. As my Aunt picked me up in the afternoon, she said that we were going to have dinner with the Jackson's. I can guarantee you that I was forced to be here.

"Just as always," I said.

"Hm, and your powers?" He turned his head at me.

"Doing fine. I can already control someone's emotions without having to touch them."

"That's cool."

"Yeah, wanna see?"

"Not really," He started to say but I ignored. I seated forward, looking him in the eyes and thinking how confused he's going to get.

I snapped my fingers, the loud noise immediately made him blink.

"What?" He asked.

"What, what?" I tilted my head.