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I had absolutely no idea what to think. Jayden, Belasaria, and I were only forty miles away from Camp Half-Blood. According to Belasaria it was a camp for special kids, who's parent was a Greek god. Jayden hardly talked, and whatever he said was some sarcastic comment about the ignorance of mortals, such as I. Belasaria often argued that I was indeed a demigod, and a powerful one at that, otherwise Chiron would have never sent them on a quest to save me. Why she defended me I was still uncertain, because she didn't seem overly fond of me either.

Though I seemed to annoy Jayden with my very existence, but Saria just said that he had never been good at making new friends, ever since a young girl he meet three years ago. Thought Jayden did not seem like the kind of guy who has had his heart broken. No, his reason went way deeper.

The next day I went down to the river to bathe. Somehow Jayden had managed to shop-lift everything we needed. He just walked in and out without anyone looking at. He didn't even bother to conceal the good, because no one noticed him, like he wasn't there.

I stripped everything except for my bra and underwear, so I could wash them. I only had those because I would never ask him to buy me any. I slowly sank into the water, feeling the chill of calm waters around me. I rinsed out my hair, and more or less, tried to comb it with my fingers. I couldn't help but feel worried about someone randomly popping up and freaking out over me bathing in a river. though we were over thirty miles away from civilization, and the chances of a lost camper strolling in were extremely slim. Though of course, leave it to a demigod to fit into that small chance.

Jayden, of course was this demigod. Without even looking at me he sat at the base of one of the tall pines that surrounded the river. He opened a book and started to read until I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. His head shot up almost immediately. He knew I was there even from my silent breath.

"I know you are there, Mika. I'm not an idiot." he said coolly as he looked down at his book again. He didn't seen to care about the fact that I was still there and trying to bathe.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, irritated by his density.

"What do you think I am doing?" he gestured to the book he was holding, "Are mortals that primal that they still do not understand the basics of the written language?" he asked sarcastically.

Now this irritated her, she was tired of him talking down to her, as if she was a mere child. He was only a year older at most. She was feed up with it.

"Have you ever heard yourself speak to another person, you act like everyone is your servant ready to worship you at the bend of a hand, and you are a what, some sort of god." She snapped quickly and clearly. He only smiled slightly, which gave me a odd sensation of pleasure.

"I like you word choice for that." He whisper, almost to himself. I rolled my eyes, he is way to full of himself. Though the next thing he did surprised me more than anything else he could have done. He set his book on the ground, and proceeded to taking his shirt off and tossing it on the ground. He advanced to the water, where it seemed to greet him like an old friend. He waded right in front of her, making her very self conscious, considering her current outfit choice.

"And what of you, if I were a god, what would that make you"he whispered to me. My stomach was doing back flips, because not only was I only in my underwear and bra, he was right there looking at me with that same cocky grin as the first day I met him.

"That would make me one of the few people who would tell you no." I whispered as well, unable to find my voice. This pleased him and he grew closer, so he was hardly an inch away, and I could feel his presence in the water in front of me.

"I find it funny that you think you have the strength to deny me." he spoke softly, his lips brushing against my ear lightly. It sent a chill of excitement down my spine, I had to fight the urge to nuzzle him back. He was partially right, I wanted him a little bit, but not just that, I wanted to know him, what he was hiding, who he was hiding.

"You're not my type." I whispered into him ear. He smiled slightly, his arms had somehow found their way around my waist, probably turning my face all shades of red. I felt his warm breath on my check.

"I'm everyone's type" at that moment I forgot every sarcastic comment, and every loathing look, and practically melted into his. His lips were hard at first, like he didn't want to kiss me, but he softened and held me tightly against him, though still gently, as if he was afraid of hurting me. He slowly started to sink under the surface, taking me with him. I allowed my hands to run through his hair, and close whatever tiny space was left between us. One hand gripped me tightly, while the other played with the ends of my hair. I came up for a breath, and he smiled like this was something he did all of the time.

For one single moment we lingered in the river together, enjoying each others presence, but of course, we were demigods, and this kind of peace never lasted long.