'Twang!' The arrow hit a target dead on.
Shannon sighed, exasperated. Each day at camp was exactly the same- wake up, practice, go to bed, repeat. Being a daughter of Nike, no one really paid attention to her at all, it was always the seven.
So when a blushing Leo Valdez asked her to hang out a month ago, she couldn't believe her luck. The child of a minor goddess, and the camp superstar, hanging out? It was the type of stuff that only happened in stories, and most definitely not daughters of Nike.
And then, people paid attention to her. Aphrodite's kids swarmed her at every chance, talking about dates and clothing and stuff that she didn't care about. And gods did she hate it.
It got progressively worse when Leo asked her to be his girlfriend, after taking her for a ride on the Argo II. All Shannon ever got now was jealous glares from girls, and attention from boys who just wanted to steal the spotlight from Leo.
So now, her quiet evenings of archery practice weren't boring, they were her savior. Shannon almost dropped her bow when a pair of muscular tanned arms snuck around her waist.
"Leo," she groaned, "Please, I'm trying to practice." Leo didn't even falter as he trailed his fingers lightly up and down her body, landing on her stomach. He rested his head in her dirty blonde hair.
"I like your shirt," he purred, hot breath tickling her ear. Shannon looked down at her sequins covered shirt, and at Leo's hands, which were stroking the sequins up and down.
"Really?" She asked, placing her head in the hollow of his neck, right underneath his chin.
"Mmm…" Leo whispered in agreement, a stray black curl falling onto his forehead, "But I think you'd look better with it off."