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Chapter 8: Jealousy On Both Accounts. Sorting Feelings Out

Percy POV

I gritted my teeth and tried to keep myself from lashing out. I drilled holes into the back of the blonde girl's head. Her name was Alexa Sol, daughter of Apollo; the girl Jason and I had saved. Normally, I saved people and rarely ever did I cursed someone and wished them for the dead. But now, seeing Alexa latching on to Jason's other arm, I wished we'd left her for the dead at the Chimera's hand.

Alexa didn't even thank her—only having eyes for Jason. But the attention wasn't what I was jealous of. It was the fact that Alexa keep sticking to Jason's other side like a leech. And the campers were already spreading inappropriate and incorrect rumors—"Who's son is he; a son of Aphrodite? What a playboy." "Why would Percy like someone like him? She deserves someone better, our hero!" "That man's a cradle robber, our little sister's still eleven for Apollo's sake!"—which tarnished Jason's reputation.

It wasn't jealousy.

I glared at Jason who was... "Why are you touching her hair?"

I stared at the hand tangled in the daughter of Apollo's hair, then glanced at the girl herself who seemed entirely too flustered to properly react. I then looked at Jason, who didn't seem to think anything was wrong with such a move. I daughter of Poseidon, on the other hand, was entirely aggravated. Why was he touching her hair? Why was he smiling?

So I interrupted their little moment, having had enough of watching them float in their little bubble of a new friendship, and spoke up. My tone had been a little sharper than intended, too full of hurt. I'd wanted to sound indifferent, but the very sight of this girl together with Jason made my blood boil.

It wasn't jealousy.

Jason's instant reaction, his hand pulling back as if it had been burned, pleased me. I crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. "Well?"

"What do you mean?" Jason asked coolly.

Irritation laced my voice as I spoke. "Why are you touching her?" Damn, I was starting to sound like Annabeth. The daughter of Athena was very protective of her friends and disliked strangers touching her friends, I must've got it from her.

Jason POV

"Why are you glaring at her?" I felt defensive of his my friend. And Percy—sweet, caring and friendly Percy—uncharacteristically glaring at my new little friend. I couldn't see why Percy would hate such a nice and sweet little girl.

"Answer my question first." The brunette snapped.

"I'm just untangling a knot in her hair," I replied, irritated because Percy was irritated. I found MY moods these days greatly affected by her. Whatever she disliked influenced ME to not like it as well, but strangely, these changed when it came to Alexa. "Now, answer mine."

"I didn't glare at her." Percy muttered sourly.

"You did!" I accused.

Alexa POV

I looked between the two worriedly. Having a daughter of Aphrodite as her mother, I can naturally sense when someone's in love. And the chemistry between the blonde and brunette seemed right. But they were both too blind to realized it yet. So I decided to lend a hand, and it worked—Percy was jealous. Unfortunately, the daughter of Poseidon couldn't place her feelings. Which were making things worse.

"Um," I finally got the guts to interrupt the two older teens so I tried to intervene when things were starting to go bad: Jason had sparks flying off his body and Percy's eyes were an ominous shade of murky green. "Let's not fight." I mumbled but I doubted any of them heard her.