A/N: Credit to Princess of Flames (again) for requesting Malcolm/OC (also creating the OC) Uncle Ricky owns PJO and HOO
"You always think that Jasmine." Malcolm rolls his eyes at me.
"It's not my fault you phrase it that way!" I exclaim haughtily.
"Phrase it in what way?" he asks.
"'Statistically, about ten percent of the female population can not do half the things the male population can do.'" I say in an admittedly bad imitation of his voice. "In case you haven't noticed, we are literally at a supernatural military camp where most of the girls can do things more better than the boys!" I face the other direction, my cheeks red.
"STATISTICALLY. Gods, Jasmie" he emphasized.
"So? You still said it. Malcolm." I huffed.
"Why do you always have to judge the facts I say in a negative way?" Malcolm asked.
"I don't judge them in a negative way, I just stick up for female rights!" I scream. Half of the Athena kids in their cabin were subtly sneaking glances at us now. I see Annabeth walking towards us. Oh, great.
"What does female rights have to do with- Oh, hey Annabeth." he greets in mid-sentence.
"Again, guys, really?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.
"We don't interrupt you and Percy while you two are arguing." I point out.
'Because we don't do it in the cabin and he can an insufferable little-" she stopped mid-sentence when she realized she was going of track. "It doesn't matter, we're talking about YOU TWO." she glared.
"Fine!" I exclaim. "I'm leaving!" I stomp out the Athena cabin and on to the Arena where I started to throw knives at the little dummies, imagining they were Malcolm's pathetic little face. I sighed. It was so unusual for me t be this mad, but with Malcolm, I felt like I needed to prove something. Like proving his little statistics can be at a fault. I scream frustrated, throwing the knife unintentionally at Malcolm's real head. I'd like to say that I laughed mercilessly at the scratch he had obtained, but that would be lying. Instead, I went over to Malcolm and caressed the part where it was bleeding.
He seemed surprise at my show of affection. I stand on my tiptoes and place my lips softly where the scar was on his right cheek. I pull away, my heart racing fast. Malcolm's hand touches his cheek.
"Er-"
"None of this ever happened. Got it?" I told him, my face burning profusely. He muttered something incoherent and nodded. With that I walked away, wanting to punch myself repeatedly in the face.
DONNEEE! Hope that was satisfactory. :) On to ze next oneshot!