Demigod X Reader Oneshots

Octavian x reader||Rumor has it

"Ugh, she's such a psycho!"

"She legit tried to kill me and my friends while we were out playing volleyball!"

"Ew she's a HUGE sociopath."

"I hear she was admitted to a mental hospital."

"Apparently she's a sociopath, has bipolar, and is filled with murderous thoughts!"

That's all the things you heard people talking about as you walked around camp Jupiter.
None of them were really true, you never had any mental illness of any kind.
You didn't even know where people got those stories from!
Maybe from camp half blood, when you used to be there everyone hated you and would just eat up the chance to ruin your life.
Or maybe because you've never talked a word at this camp to anyone or anything.
Now everybody here was keeping their distance, they avoided eye contact and never talked to your face; always just behind your back.
Today everyone was especially silent, they didn't whisper as you walked past; they just stared.
Wherever you walked it seemed like you repelled people, there was at least a two meter gap that people moved to when you walked past.
You sighed and walked towards the cabins when you saw a boy walking out.
You two made eye contact and he quickly looked down and swerved to move past you.
"Don't." You said.
He stopped and turned back to you, his eyes were filled with fear.
"Don't what?" He asked.
"Don't bother, I-I don't hurt people." You choked out.
He looked at you quizzically, and rolled his eyes.
"See? You don't believe me! Have I hurt anybody here yet?" You asked as you held back tears.
"N-No."
You nodded.
"Exactly, I don't hurt and never have hurt anyone; but you guys have hurt me mentally."
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he closed it and thought better of it.
You sighed and spun on your heel to leave when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
You turned and saw the same boy you just vented everything to.
You nodded.
"It's fine."
"I'm Octavian." He said.
You sighed.
"Y/n."
Slowly you took time to look at the boy.
He was wearing a toga and it had a belt around it of disembodied stuffed animals.
You have him a small smack on the arm.
"You murdered mister biscuit!"