"Afraid Princeton?" Mason Crow asked. "Going to run back to your daddy? Oh wait, you don't have one."

"Leave me alone, Mason," Joey mumbled.

"What you going to do?" Mason asked. "Fight me? We all know you're a weakling."

That wasn't strictly true. Joey just hated fighting. That was kind of ironic considering his father was Ares, God of war.

"Go away, Mason," Joey said. "I don't wanna fight."

"But I do, Princeton," Mason said. "Or are you going to run like usual?"

Joey saw no shame in running from a fight that he would lose. Well, he saw no shame in running from any fight actually.

"Yes, Crow," Joey said. "I'm going to walk away. There's nothing for you to prove because we both know you would win."

And Joey did just what he said he would. Joey walked away from Mason.

Joey had never fit in with anyone. His siblings most of all.

"Wimpy going to walk away again?" His brother Sherman always asked.

Joey knew he was wimpy and had no problem with that.

Joey's best friend Elsa was a Daughter of Demeter. Elsa fit in with her siblings. Joey fit in with Elsa and her siblings. It was that simple.

Two years ago, when he was thirteen he went to camp for the first time. People were stumped at his parentage because his mother was mortal. Otherwise they would have guessed Demeter or Aphrodite.

A few days after his thirteenth birthday, Joey was claimed as a Son of Ares. Everyone was shocked.

"This must be a mistake," His sister Clarisse had said. "We aren't related to this wimp."

Her surprise made sense. Joey was a soft-spoken, peace-loving, shy wimp. He wasn't afraid to admit it, either.

He avoided his siblings at all costs. He much preferred to be with Elsa in the strawberry fields.

A month later it was June and Joey headed back to camp.

"C'mon and start cleaning, punk," Clarisse said to him when he entered the cabin.

"No," Joey said surprising himself.

"What did you say?"

"I said no," Joey smiled. "Now if you excuse me, I have strawberries to water."

And with that he walked out of the cabin leaving his siblings to clean. Why should he help them? They had never been nice to him. Sure every one of them could and would beat him up, but that was a problem for another time.

Joey ran to the strawberry fields and found Elsa.

"Joey," She said, "Your cabin is still cleaning up, I thought."

"Why should I help those idiots?" He asked her. "They've never been nice to me."

Elsa smiled.

She looked even prettier when she smiled.

"I'm impressed, Joey," She said.

Almost on instinct, Joey leaned in and kissed her.

"Joey," She laughed. "I've been waiting for that for a while."

Joey Princeton was anything but stereotypical.

(A/N Soo what did you guys think? My first chapter had two reviews, I think and a few follows and favorites, so thank you everyone. Please review.)