Funny, Frank thought. Where's Hazel?
Well not everybody has a big appetite like you He reminded himself.
I wonder if I made her upset. He shook his head its Valdez she's mad at, for looking so much like Sammy.
Frank was informed about this Sammy from… somebody, but didn't know their past relationship. Just then Frank saw Hazel come to one of the tables. He waved but she didn't see, he was about to get up and ask her where she was, and that the waffles were amazing today, when he noticed the syrup sticking on his hands and chest.
"Shoot." He told the guys at the Ares table not to touch his food, while he wipes off the sticky condiment off his clothing. They looked at him greedily.
"Whatever, it's not like you'll hurt us!". Someone remarked.
"Like he could. Why would you think we would want your bitten pancake?" Clarisse said.
"It's a waffle, and it's delicious." Frank got up to go to the bathroom. He washed his shirt with a wet paper towel, and looked at himself in the mirror. He began to think about Hazel, when something moved in the mirror, he felt dizzy and his eyesight wasn't clear. The feeling passed over in minutes, but it left him feeling hot, and claustrophobic. His stomach grumbled and he told himself Fine. I'm fine, just hungry.
As he walked back to the table, passing by his Ares cabin, the other cabins, and campers his appetite seemed so impatient, he thought he could eat a whole cow. At least I still have those waffles.
When he came back, his pancakes-waffles weren't there and the Ares kids all had left. No surprise there. He was mad. As he started to his cabin, Frank looked at the Apollo table that he had begged to be with, after he had begged to sit at the Hades table, of course. Apollo's table was full of togetherness combined with all the joyfulness, and trust. After a talk with Chiron, Frank distinctly remembers him saying;
"Disgusting!"
Except that wasn't how he remembered the conversation, because Hazel just yelled it.
Her voice was coming towards his cabin, and he figured out slowly that it probably had to do with the waffle that could be traced back to his dumb half-siblings from the Greek side.
"What? Are you okay?" Frank saw Hazel in the door way of the cabin.
"Yeah, but what happened to your bed!"
"What do you mean?"
"I was looking in there for you." Frank lit up "When I saw a half bitten pancake smeared around the covers."
"My waffle?" Frank was about to go in there and see if it was still edible, no kidding, but he wanted to see how bad it was. But he knew it was more important to see Hazel.
"Never mind that, so you were looking for me?" Frank started over.
"Yeah, um… maybe we should walk."
Frank patiently waited for her, watching her nervous movements.
"Last night, after I left the archery tent I went to the shore," She looked in his eyes, "Someone was there."
"What did he say?"
"So it wasn't you?"
"What? No, I was sleeping by then. But Hazel. Listen, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made those comments about Leo, I…I I'm sorry I made you cry."
"Frank, I—" He cut her off.
"If you want to talk alone next time something's bothering you, I am always there."
"Thank you Frank, that means so much. Same thing goes for you." They were in the forest now, and Hazel stepped on a nearby rock, so she was around the same height as Frank, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
