The Chosen One (Earth 7)

XLV) "He's Hot."

"You're asking me?" She asked.

"Well, sure, what type of guys you into?" I asked.

She looked at me slightly surprised, "I'm not too sure."

"Really?" I asked, "Hmm, what about that guy?" I asked pointing at Seamus.

"He's okay." She shrugged, "He seems nice."

"Hmm, what about him?" I pointed at Cedric.

She nodded, "He's hot." She said.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "Okay.. what about him?"

"Percy, that's Magnus."

I nodded, "Opinions?"

"He's just a friend."

"I never said he wasn't."

"I'm not rating him."

"Oh, come on, for me?" I pouted.

"Fine, hmm, he's a year younger, I'm not too sure I'm into that, 6.5."

"Okay, what about him."

"Harry?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm, 7.1?"

"Harry's higher than Magnus?"

"Magnus is like a brother so it immediately gives him a disadvantage."

I nodded thoughtfully, "So you like Harry?"

"No, you were asking if I find them attractive."

"Aren't those two the same thing?"

"You're really hopeless, Percy." Matthew said.

"I'm not hopeless," I told him before turning to Rachel, "I'm not hopeless, right?"

She chuckled, "Sure you are."

I pouted, "Poo." I muttered, "Fine, what about me?"

She looked at me, surprised.

Matthew sighed, "This is what I'm talking about," I raised an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue, "You flirt without realising it."

"This is considered flirting? I'm asking her to rate me."

"Yes, yes it very much is." Matthew said, looking like he wanted to slap me, "Gods of Olympus, you're an idiot."

"Fuck off."

He rolled his eyes at me, "Seriously, how do you not even realise?"

"Well, I was curious how girls see me." I said.

"You have love letters explaining in detail." He rolled his eyes.

"I can't read, get that in your head." I said before turning back to Rachel, "So.. what do I get?" I asked.

She looked at me, scanning me, "Hmm, 5."

"Dam." I put a hand over my heart in mock hurt, "Low blow. My ego's very bruised now."

"Why don't you ask Daphne, then?" She said.

"Because, she doesn't like me, she likes my family."

"Okay, I get that, fine, rate me then I'll rate you honestly."

"Okay, hmm," I thought, "You're a good 8."

"Yeah, I'd say so too." She said and I grinned.

"Hear that? I'm an 8."

Matthew rolled his eyes, "Gee, I don't care." He said in a monotone voice.

I scoffed at him.

"Okay, who's your type?" She asked me, making me turn to her.