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Jason POV

The arena was filling up quickly as the duel drew nearer. At the moment, I was in the armory, strapping my armor on.

When I was getting my hauberk on, a group of people came in, all chatting loudly. It was Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Thalia, and... Piper.

When they saw me in the armory, they were silent immediately. All of them looked at me as if I were an alien.

I tried to catch Piper's eye, but when I did, they got hard and hostile, and her gaze dropped from mine.

The group moved over to the corner of the armory. They started whispering, every once in a while glancing over at me.

I ignored them, until I heard some clinking that I recognized as armor banging together. I peeked at them and saw that Percy didn't have imperial gold armor, but celestial bronze. I had imperial gold, and I trusted imperial gold more. I sneered silently at his choice of armor. I watched as Annabeth helping him do his back plate straps.

Finishing her job, she spun to his front and grabbed his helmet. She pulled out the straps and pulled the head protector over his head.

But the she hesitated, and pulled it back up and looked a Percy grinning crookedly at her. She shook her head. She then proceeded to kiss his lips. As she pulled away, Percy grabbed her back with his bronze covered hand and kept her close to him, kissing her again.

Watching them kiss passionately, with both her hands around his neck and in his hair, and with his hand on her back and the other on her cheek, I felt a sadness.

I miss Piper. I missed her choppy hair. And her wide smile that made me want to grin as well and make everybody look to see her smile that could probably make the sun stop to stare. I missed her charm speak, that could make me do stupid things like say she was the greatest in the world, or say that I still wet my bed (Leo made her do that).

What she didn't know was that she wouldn't have to charm speak me to tell everybody she is the greatest. Cause she is.

I felt my vision blur. I blinked rapidly, trying frantically to not let the tears fall. I cannot allow myself to look weak in front of my enemy.

When Annabeth and Percy stopped kissing, Annabeth smiled at her boyfriend, who was looking dizzy with happiness. She handed Percy his helmet, then walked out with the rest of the group, who all wished Percy good luck.

Not one looked at me.

No one wished me good luck.

Looks like Percy has already got them under his nice person "spell." Percy turned to me and grinned.

I glared back, which just made his grin wider, and my glare colder.

"I'll show them all who you really are, Jackson."

They just came out of my mouth, and they totally blew my plan, but it could still work. Actually it will definitely still work. I just have to beat him, (easy) and make him cry and scream like a baby. (That's easy too, cause he basically is a baby. I bet he couldn't even beat Aphrodite in a fight)

But Percy dropped his smile and cocked his head. His mouth open, and he had a look of... Was that an understanding look in his eyes?

Percy POV

"I'll show them all who you really are, Jackson."

The moment those words leaked out of Jason's mouth, I knew instantly why he was doing all of … this.

He was jealous. I don't blame him, I did take his praetor position, and that is, like, the most powerful position in the Roman Camp. I kinda felt bad for him. I mean, if I came home to Camp Half-Blood, and nobody really cared about me, cause someone came and took my place… well… I wouldn't be too happy. I would probably get over it, but Jason seems fully Roman.

They don't get over things that easily, if you haven't noticed, and they kinda like power.

I looked at the son of Jupiter, fuming before me, and just nodded slightly, then walked out the door, away from the armor, away from Jason.

I headed towards the arena. When I walked in, about five minutes before the due time of the duel, everybody started cheering. It was so unexpected and loud, I almost shouted in surprise and ran out. It took all my willpower not to cover my ears.

So many people were there, that I think all the lares and families and college students had joined the demigods in watching.

Wow, this must be a bigger deal then I thought.

I spotted Annabeth with the rest of the group in the front row. Frank and Hazel smiled kindly at me, Leo grinned crazily and flashed me peace sign, Thalia stuck her tongue out at me, Piper smiled sadly (I don't know whats up with her…) and Annabeth smirked and blew me a kiss.

I smiled at them all, then walked into the middle of the arena, pen in hand. I tightened my gauntlets and waited for Jason.

About a minute later, Jason walked in, sword in hand. He had imperial gold armor on, and his hair shone in the sun.

Wow.

Anyways. When he walked in, there was a bunch of cheering as well, but it sounded forced. Jason walked over to me and stood about ten feet away.

Let's get this over with.

Jason POV

I walked into the arena and many people started cheering. I smirked at Percy who just stood there… still without a sword.

Is that guy just gonna surrender? Or does he have a foot long sword in his breast plate? (A/N or pants… sorry… that was a really bad joke… but I had to put it in there! ;))

I stopped walking about ten feet away from him, and I put my sword up, pointing right at his chin. The usual spot for a beginning of a fight.

I heard over the speakers Reyna talking, "Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter, against the Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. Everyone knows the rules, no killing, but maiming is allowed. In fact, whoever draws the first blood is the winner. Let the duel begin!"

Everyone started yelling and chanting, "Percy! Percy! Percy!"

What? What were they saying? Percy? Why were they rooting for that fake? I'll show those losers.

I grabbed my sword and advanced when the lare in charge of starting it banged the shield. The sound renovated throughout the whole arena, silencing everyone.

I walked about five feet forward. Percy didn't move.

Why didn't he have a sword? I started circling him, and Percy appeared to sigh, then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a… was that a pen?

What was he gonna do? Write a letter of destruction to me? Cause the saying "sticks and stones may break you bones, but words will never heart" is pretty true, to some extent.

But then he took off the cap… and it sort of grew. Soon I was looking at a three foot blade of celestial bronze. Percy started swinging it around with ease, but more jokingly than showing off.

I glared at him, and abruptly ran forward and attempted a swing, just to see how fast he was.

Well, he passed that test. Right before the swing connected with his neck, his blade flashed up and intercepted it. Before I could think, he pushed it away and swung it around, spinning it out of my grip.

As it clattered to the ground, I looked at Percy, dumbfounded. Did that really just happen? Did he really disarm me that fast?

The whole auditorium was silent.

Then Percy's sword moved away from my neck, and I waited for the ending bell, but it never came. I realized Percy hadn't drawn any blood, but was instead walking casually over to my sword. He picked it up, and tossed it to me.

"It was kinda unfair, I'll give you another try."

What? He was being sympathetic to me? He should've just won. Wow. Maybe I was wrong about this guy.

But my anger came back quick enough, and I spun around and slashed at him unexpectedly. He blocked. I pulled back and thrust, he sidestepped, causing me to lose my balance. I stumbled forward, but was quick enough to block the swing he took at me.

I wound up on the other side of him, he backflipped over me and landed behind me. Wow. This guys good.

Before I could turn around, I felt a cold blade resting on my neck. But before it could cut, I flicked my sword behind my back, banging Percy's sword aside. I spun around, and slashed at Percy one more time, hoping to catch him off guard his sword was out of the way.

But he simply stepped back with ease, dodging my sword. I looked at him and grimaced, bringing my sword in an overhead, his arm went up and he blocked it with his sword.

But I had learned a trick when this happened. When I sword hit his, I wasted no time sliding it off to the side and going underneath it, slinging it up, so Percy had to bring it around and down. When he did that, my sword went with his and I almost hit his wrist in-between his gauntlet and his glove, where the little bit of skin was showing.

I would either draw blood or force him to drop his blade. He took the latter choice, dropping his blade. I caught it before it could hit the ground and threw it as far away as I could. It hit the arena wall, about thirty feet away. I looked at it for a moment, then turned to Percy with a triumphant smirk.

The people in the crowd gasped, but Percy just smiled.

"That was awesome, dude. You should totally teach me that trick someday!" Percy said enthusiastically. And he sounded genuinely excited, not mad like I wanted him to be. I was confused, but it didn't stop me from slashing downwards at Percy.

Percy rolled out of the way, and when he stood up, my sword was already swinging towards his hip. He stepped back smoothly, missing the blade. He started laughing. Laughing! He was laughing at me!

I grew more and more frustrated as I struck at him and he would dodge. Then I brought my sword around my shoulder and down onto him, fast enough that he shouldn't have time to react.

Well, he did react. His arm shot up, and my blade was stopped on his gauntlet. Percy grimaced, and I don't blame him. A swing that hard being stopped by a gauntlet wasn't exactly painless.

I growled and did a 360, my sword swinging with me, and I was determined to take him out. But when I swung to him, my sword whizzing through the air...

But a celestial bronze sword met it with a clang. My mouth dropped. It took me two seconds to do that three sixty, there was no way in Hades that he could've run over to the edge of the arena, grabbed his sword, and run back. It was impossible.

Yet here Percy was, smirking with his blade.

The smirk was followed by a series of slashes so fast that I barely could react. I obviously couldn't beat this guy, but I didn't want to give up or surrender. That would be very un-romanlike. I tried to fight back, but every offense move I made, Percy just blocked it in a way that he could get back on offense.

If I wasn't extremely mad at the guy right now, I would've been impressed beyond all measure. Percy had more skill than anyone I knew, maybe even Mars!

Soon enough, Percy's sword stuck at my hilt and swung it around, making my sword press against the ground.

It clattered out of my grip. I looked at Percy, panting, and was surprised to see him barely even breathing hard. He was smiling.

I waited for him to draw blood.

He pricked my neck.

The ending bell rang.

The drop of blood trailing down my neck was the end of it all. I lost my praetorship, my fame, my reputation, but most importantly… I had lost Piper. Tears started forming. I blinked and dropped my gaze, defeated.

Then Percy silenced the crowd, which was going wild, with a raised hand. He then proceeded to lean down and look at me.

"Jason, whats wrong?" He sounded so kind and nice.

Was everything I thought about this guy wrong?

Thanks for reading! Please review! I might not update tomorrow, cause I have to do another chapter for Forbidden Percabeth (please check out that story!) I'll try, but it might happen on Thursday. Love you all! :)