Is this awkward, or what?

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Okay, part three. Thank you to all of those reading. I hope you are enjoying my story. I know I enjoy writing it.


Leo's POV

I was in the middle of a heated argument with Jason about why I was wearing long sleeves, even though it's like, 90 degrees outside when the door opened and revealed the most beautiful boy I had ever seen.

Wait what?

...

The most beautiful...BOY...I have ever seen?

I put my hand up against my forehead to check my temperature. I feel fine.

Where did that come from?

Did I... Was I...? No that's not right. I'm just super tired...Right?... Yeah, that's it.

"Nico." Everyone turns to Percy. But I keep staring at the boy.

Huh...so that's Nico.

I quickly look him over. Dark clothes, dark hair, and even darker eyes. He stands shyly behind Hazel. I can already tell we are not going to get along.

Nico nervously pushes his hair behind his ear and looks at the floor.

Man, that's adorable.

WHAT?! What the hell?

I slap my forehead, trying to get that thought out of my head before something else pops up, and everyone looks at me.

"Leo, are you okay?" Piper gives me a puzzled look.

I smile, "Fine. I'm fine. I'm just tired."

"...Okay..." Piper and the others keep looking at me.

I stand up and walk over to Nico.

"I'm Leo. But you can call me bad boy supreme." I smile and hold out my hand. He gives me a weird look and slowly grabs my hand, gives it a quick shake, then almost immediately drops it.
"Nico." He says simply, giving me an awkward smile.
Damn he's hot.
Oh Gods on Olympus kill me now.
"Well, can I give you the grand tour?" I ask, my voice starting to shake.
What is wrong with me. Oh Hades I bet he hates me already.
I wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans.
Why are my hands sweating?! I'm like, immune to heat!
What is happening to me?!
He looks at Hazel who nods eagerly.
"Yeah, Nico. Go on a tour. I'll talk to you later." She goes to sit beside Frank and makes a shooing motion, telling us to go.
He looks back at me. "Okay." He says quietly.
"Great! Let's start at the deck." I walk past him and lead the way down the hall and up the stairs.

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