Lucky: I decided that I'd give the relationship between Jason and Reyna a little more history. It's kind of a companion story to Home is Where the Chaos is, but they don't have to be read together.

Jason: What are you doing to me?

Lucky: Oh, nothing too bad. I don't own PJO. Can I just say: That goes for every hugging chapter. It's not going to change. Clear? Good. Enjoy.

Jason: Wait! My question! Okay, this is based off one of Lucky's friend's school projects. In flag football, Claudia forgot how to catch the ball properly. What hapened to her? What could have happened had she learned how to catch the ball?

Blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin. There was nothing special about him- not at all. He was simply another allie, just another one of those stupid campers who seemed to have nothing better to do than grovel at some old god that was named after a gassy planet.

So why in the name of the Lady Circe was he standing in front of Reyna, looking like he'd just won the freaking lottery?

He stuck out his hand, which Reyna pushed away as though it was a slimy green worm. The boy just brushed it off and kept smiling at her. Oh, he was one of those people. The ones that couldn't take a hint whatsoever. Well, it was a good thing to know for future references. She now knew to steer clear of this hippie.

"My name's Jason Grace," He said, moving his hand awkwardly in the air, as though he wasn't sure if he should wave or stuff the hand in his pocket.

Reyna arched an eyebrow and shrugged. "Okay...?"

Jason's smile faltered. His eyes fell to the ground, and for a moment, Reyna felt a bit guilty. But only for a moment, because then he started smiling again and she went back to wanting to punch him.

"I'm in the Fifth Cohort," He explained. "I've been here for seven years. Have you been assigned a cohort yet?"
"I don't care, and that's none of your buisness."

"Oh, you're one of those people."

Reyna's eyes snapped up and she glared at him with her intense black eyes. "One of what people?" She demanded.

Jason snapped his fingers a few times, as though trying to remember something.

"What do they call them? The people who hate- Oh, goths! You're a goth!"

Reyna couldn't help it; she burst out laughing. "A-a goth? You think I'm a goth?"

Jason frowned. "You mean... you're not?"
"No!" Reya had to stop and catch her breath. "Why on Earth would you think I was a goth?"

Jason refused to meet her eyes. "Just- no, forget it. Listen, Gwen and I are going to patrol tonight. You can tag along, if you want. I'll probably be with Theo- that's in the Senate House. Feel free to stop by anytime if you need anything."

Reyna raised a brow. "You're leaving?"

It wasn't that she cared- actually, she had no freaking clue what she was doing here, and- as annoying as this guy was- he was here now, and she could probably convince him to give her a nice little tour of the camp. It would spare her the nuisance of introducing herself to some other camper.

Jason whipped around, smiling yet again. "Why? Do you need help with anything?"

Reyna groaned. She should have just let him go.

"Okay," She started. "Since you obviously have no life, why don't you show me around? Then you can go meet up with Thor-"
"Theo."

"-and leave me the fu-"
"Lupa doesn't like foul language."

"-alone."

She stared at him, waiting for a reply. He stared back at her, emotionlessly.

There has got to be something wrong with this boy's head. She thought.

"Deal?"

Suddenly he broke into a grin that threatened to split his face in half and grabbed her arm. Reyna let out a cry, repulsed that he would go so far as to touch her. But he didn't let go. No, instead, he yanked her down the stone pathway, avoiding pedestrians and blurting out the names of buisnesses and important citizens as they went along.

There was no way in whatever-the-Underworld-god's-name-was that this would end well.