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GROVER'S POV
When I woke up Percy was glaring at the dirt, rubbing his sneakers in the mud, glaring at it. I walked over to him, rubbing his shoulder. He flinched away from me. "We should start walking," Percy announced. I nodded, following him.
Percy ignored me for almost the entire day, sighing every once in a while. He looked around in all directions like he was waiting for someone to hit him from any direction. Was he suffering from PTSD?
I didn't want to push him.
But I kinda did.
"Okay, what's wrong, Percy?" I asked he looked a bit upset but ignored me.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" he whispered, I stood frozen for a few seconds. "Never mind that was stui-"
"No that's okay, I don't -- I used to she broke up with me though, so--" I laughed awkwardly, why did Percy care if I had a girlfriend?
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PERCY'S POV
Grover probably thinks I'm a freak. I ask him if he has a girlfriend — why? I have no idea. I think my brains broken. I've never been so emotionally confused and invested into someone like this.
He was just my protector so it made since that I had strong feelings towards him. But — this? Maybe I was insane for liking him. Maybe the crush did annoy me to death. I only knew one thing — Grover could never find out I like him. It would literately be the end of my world. Probably.
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protection
أدب الهواةGrover, protectionist. Percy, in need of protection. When Percy is thrown into camp half-blood, his best friend, Grover is ultra-protective of him. Was it just his job, or was it something more? (Art Not Mine)
