Tratie

Honestly you guys are all so sweet and supportive!
I'm writing right now on a porch swing, but look at the lake!

And I, your willing victim

Katie
After crushing Travis at a water fight, I fell fast asleep.

When I woke up, something was wrong. I could just feel it.

After getting dressed into a simple Camp Half-Blood outfit, I walked out of the Demeter cabin, determined to find out what had caused the uneasy feeling in my stomach.

Apparently being "friends" with Travis meant he was entitled to prank me again.

That asshole.

"STOLLS!!!! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU YOUR MOTHER WILL CRY WHEN SHE SEES WHAT I'VE DONE!!!!"

Travis had the guts to walk out of a bush like he had just been hanging out there and asked me "What's up Kit-Kat?"

"Do not call me that." I growled.

He only widened his eyes and used his best innocent look. "What did I do?"

"What did you do? The bunnies on my cabin. The fucking month old Easter bunnies on the roof of my cabin. Your brother better get his ass over here so you two can start cleaning it up."

"Only if you supervise me." Travis winked.

I huffed and walked towards the dining pavilion, which had left over decorations making it look like we got drunk. Which, knowing some of the kids, was entirely plausible.

I scraped the best-looking biscuit from my biscuits and gravy into the flame, and asked my mom for guidance. It was worth a shot.

Last time, she had done something to Travis's food. He probably thought it was me, the dumb idiot.

But mother was not always around to help us. Unlike most of the gods, she has to go around taking care of agriculture, to make sure humans don't starve. And take down some bulldozers trying to destroy one of her sacred groves. It's a messy business.

Honestly, I'm glad Mom hasn't blasted me to bits for letting my feelings get in the way of my duty. After the Travis/Lee incident, I decided that now I need to make the Demeter Cabin the best it could be. And Travis will never ever find out about my old crush on him.

And how am I making sure this won't happen? By stealing Miranda's video camera. She carries it with her everywhere. It took her a long time to save up for, and there's some pretty embarrassing stuff on there. Which is exactly why I stole it.

I am currently keeping it on my person, until I find a good hiding place. Since my old spot was discovered, I need to find a more naturally occurring place.

Which reminds me, I need to talk to Juniper, my nymph friend, to see if she knows any good spots.

But now it's time for the first classes.

I switched my archery class to daggers, so thankfully I wasn't in any class with Travis.

Which is a good thing.

***

After walking into my dagger lesson, my jaw immediately dropped.

"Travis? What the hell are
you doing here?"

He tried his innocent look again, and walked towards me. "What do you mean? I'm the instructor for this class. I heard you love instructors after Lee."

My eyes widen and he immediately recovers. "Oh Katie I didn't mean it like that I'm so sorry."

I shrug my shoulders. "Whatever."

He sighs, knowing I was lying, and goes to the center of the arena we have sectioned off for today.

As he explains who he is and what he's doing here, I take a look around. There's Cecil, Percy Jackson, -wait what?

I walk over towards him and ask Percy what he's doing.

"I'm looking for Annabeth. Have you seen her?"

I shake my head. "Percy, she's so advanced she teaches the advanced class. Try again."

His mouth forms an o and he trots off, in the wrong direction.

Travis begins the lesson, and I pull my focus back to him. I try to pay attention to what's he's doing, not anything about how cute he is in general, or how soft his hair looks, or- Stop it Katie, pay attention! I mentally yell at myself.

"Ok, now you guys try with these dummies."

I move over to a dummy that for some reason has make-up smeared on it's face, and narrow my eyes, trying to remember what Travis said.

Something about holding the dagger firmly and make sure you jab it in your opponent's weakest spot.

Apparently I did it wrong, because Travis comes over, trying to hold in a laugh.

I scowl at him, and he grabs my hand, and positions himself right behind me, my back and his muscled stomach are touching.

"What are you doing?!?!"

"Trying to help you," he calmly replies.

I grumble a bit but allow him to hold my wrist and help me practice the motions.

I have to admit, having his back there is more relaxing. Makes me feel more calm, like I belong there.

Which is utterly ridiculous. Not going to, never going to happen.

When he's done, he stands up and hugs me, trapping my arms and buries his head in my hair.

"What are you doing Travis Stoll?!" I ask him, my tone barely hiding the fury beneath.

"Smelling your hair."

I shove him away and glare at him. "Smelling my hair?!?!"

He nods. "Yeah. It smells nice, like strawberries and cream."

I give him a meaner glare, and I stomp off towards the Demeter Cabin.