#riseee

You hated Luke.

Hate wasn’t even strong enough. Loathe. Despise. Detest. Regretted ever speaking with him in the first place.

He was too cocky, too stupid, too good at swordsmanship, too nice to the younger kids, too handsome… The list goes on.

Yet you often found yourself laid underneath his toned body with tangled limbs and hot breaths.

Even after almost being caught one to many times after leaving a black lace bra on the ground behind Aphrodites cabin, or the violet patches growing along your collarbone and neck, or the lipstick smudged on Luke’s face that was only known to be worn by one girl in camp. You.

But at least the two of you were fairly well at hiding the attraction you shared for each other. It was easy to hate him. And he played the part of the whipped yet cocky boy phenomenally.

It was just a part, you thought.

He was almost too good at excusing the Ares boy who offered to partner up with you during sparring, too good and giving him a tight smile, too good and not-so-subtly shoving shoulder with the boy, and always too good and making you feel like and idiot when you were pinned under his body, faces inches apart like you had been so many times before, only this time there was an audience.

“Get off me.” You seethed, squirming to no end. Luke’s hand were expertly pinned against your own. A stupid smile on his face. He was too pretty to also be nice.

He gave a small shrug. “I could,” A cocky look you knew all too well. “Or I could watch you squirm…” He whispered just quiet enough so the younger campers trying to learn from the two best counselors couldn’t hear. 

You kicked a leg up, trying your best to keep Luke’s strong gaze under your control. But the swordsman always seemed to be one step ahead of you, one hand reaching down and grabbing the inside of your lower thigh and holding it in place. “Cmon, don’t be like that.” his voice was still soft, the memory of the night before flooded your brain like a thunderstorm.

“I’m seriously, seriously, gonna kill you, Luke.” He laughed, which only caused you to bit the air just and inch from his nose. “Just wait until-“

“Until what? Until tonight?”

“Oh, Gods-“

“Campers!” Chirons powerful voice sounded through the training arena. a few of the younger kids jumped at the noise, other took a step closer to their older siblings. “Is there a problem here?” You took the moment where Luke broke eye contact as an opportunity to push him off of you, causing him to roll over before straightening himself out for Chiron.

“No, Sir, me and my friend here were just showing everyone some new moves.” He winced as you pinched the skin in his neck, not ignoring the way a greenish bruise was showing under his bright orange shirt. Your face suddenly got red, could everyone else see them too?

Luke’s hand flew back to grab your own, expertly disguising the move as an itchy neck. He held your hand in his own for a second, giving it a tight squeeze. You winced. He immediately let go.

“Well, in that case, I hope you’re actually teaching something.” Chiron answered with a narrow eye. The kids on the sidelines giggled to each other. You silently wished Luke hadn’t been so difficult and just let the Ares boy spar with you instead of causing a huge scene.

Luke, yet again, took her hand and dragged you forward. Side by side, you two looked like the golden couple of Camp Half-Blood. “Of course, always up to learning knew things, right?” he smiled at Chiron once, then you. Leaving only a wink to keep you company.

Later that day you found yourself in the mess hall, poking and prodding at the not so appealing food that sat on your tray. Your sibling sat herself beside you, telling her side of the incident at the area just hours before. “I saw the way Luke grabbed your hand, he’s so sly. Sly little fox… Cute, too. Definitely handsome…” she rambled, only stopping when she realized you were barely listening, focused on something, or rather someone else across the mess hall. “Oh… you dirty dog!” she exclaimed.

“What? What are you talking about?” You asked as you fixed your gaze back at your sister who was smiling the same was Luke did after proving you wrong.

She shoved your shoulder. “Be serious, you think he’s cute.”

Somehow, somehow, Luke found himself staring at you while Chris blabbered in next to him. Your eyes locked and you could practically feel your heart beat out of your chest. He raised an eyebrow, only smirking when he realized just exactly why you were looking at him. You could practically hear the sound of his cocky voice saying: “Ohh…” in your ear. While glaring at him, he took the opportunity to blow an endearing yet annoying kiss in your direction.

“Oh!” Your sister smacked your arm playfully. “Oh… I could definitely see this, I can see the vision…” She pondered as Luke laughed to himself after seeing you go red.