Octavian/Annabeth! Don't forget the poll; I will be closing it on the 1st of April!
"I'm so sorry Octavian!"
"Just forget it, Julie! I didn't like you that much anyway."
"Hey, there's no need to be rude!"
"Go away, you stupid Daughter of Ceres!"
Octavian thundered into the temple. He had had enough of the Roman girls always standing him up, or rejecting him, or laughing in his face.
"Excuse me?"
Octavian whirled around to face the voice. A girl of about sixteen stood uncomfortably in the doorway. She had curly blonde hair, tanned skin and disturbingly grey eyes.
"Could you tell me where the Athena temple is?"
"Oh, you're a Minerva brat."
The girl narrowed her eyes.
"I suggest you watch your mouth. I'm a saviour of Olympus. I could skin you- with my dagger between my teeth. And it's Athena."
Octavian grinned. He liked this girl.
"Nice. I'm Octavian, and the Minerva…Athena temple is the third one to the right."
"It's okay; I'll stick around here for a while. I'm Annabeth Chase." She smiled at him, and he returned it.
"So, are you a new camper?"
"I'm a Greek."
"Oh. That's why I don't recognize you. I would know if I'd seen you before, I wouldn't forget a face like yours." He said. Annabeth frowned.
"Are you calling me ugly?"
"No. I'm calling you pretty."
She mentally facepalmed. Duh, Annabeth.
"I have dinner reservations at the Roman Restaurant just outside the border. My date cancelled on me. Do you wanna come instead? I can get to know you better." Octavian bit his lip, waiting for an answer.
"I'd love to." Annabeth grinned. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend Percy, and she saw this as a chance to move on.
"For a minute there, I thought you say no." Octavian said, somewhat sheepishly before going back to his arrogant facial expression. She kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't be silly. I'm a sucker for male Prophets."