Travis Stoll was not usually nervous. Hell, he was never nervous around girls. At least that's what he thought. It never occurred to him, after almost 4 years of knowing Katie Gardner, that he would be nervous in her presence. But of course, he tried to convince himself that he was not nervous. It was probably the heat. He caught a flash of brown hair—her brown hair, to be exact and felt a can of something in the pit of his stomach to be opened. Yep, it was probably the heat. It all started a week ago.

Last week

"It's not every day you have the opportunity to do this, Trav," his brother, Connor, reasoned.

Well, just to enlighten you people who do not particularly know Connor Stoll and his brother, Travis: they were troublemakers. They were likeable enough, sure. They were also quite the lookers; long, lean, curly brown hair, impish smiles, upturned eyebrows, and extremely brown eyes. They looked alike and almost everybody got the two mixed up. Although, Travis was just a tiny bit taller.
The Stolls were A-Class prankers—crème de la crème, indeed. They caused trouble alright, more than the average Hermes kid, actually.

"Fucking hell. You must be one retarded dude," Travis replied, forcefully tearing his eyes away from his brother's.

"But, think about it."

"Gods, Connor, are you out of that thing you call your mind? Is there a reason you want me to ask out Katie Gardner?"

Travis was met with the sound of silence.

"Uh, no. It's just that—I, uh, want—Things are—Fuck this, Travis, I want you to be happy, " Connor replied, staring at his brother.

"Happy?" Travis asked, incredulous. "You know me, Connor, and why the hell do you think I'd want to ask out Katie Gardner for my happiness?"

"I dunno."

"There is something you are hiding from me, Connor. And I want to know what it is."

Color flooded into Connor's face. "I am not hiding anything from you, Travis," he said, with a very weak conviction.

Travis walked quickly towards him. He surveyed Connor's face and poked him in the cheeks.
"Connor, I intend to find out what it is."

"You like Katie and Katie might like you sometime. So there. Ask her out and see if you have a future."

"I DO NOT LIKE KATIE!" Travis yelled, his face red.

Connor smirked. "Enlighten me, Travis, my brother."

"No. You will tell me why the fuck you want me to ask Katie out or I will run you with my Celestial Bronze sword."

"You wouldn't dare."

Travis' glare was a powerful one. Almost Katie-like, Connor thought. Their eyes were locked together for what seemed like an eternity.

"Fine!" exclaimed Connor as he threw his hands in the air in mock defeat. "I made a bet with Ira Evans from Aphrodite that if you and Katie got together by the end of the year, she'd date me."

Travis absolutely glowered at Connor. "She's hot."

"Katie?"

"No, idiot, Ira!"

"Hence, me begging you to ask Katie out."

"No way in the fucking Underworld."

"Did I mention I had like about 250 drachmas I'd be willing to give to my dear brother?"

Travis thought about it. Katie Gardner was kind of hot…