Chris' pov:

Oh gods, Oh gods, Oh gods, what have I done? Why did I do that? Am I insane? Damn you female hormones. But his cheek was just so luscious…no, snap out of it brain! Leo's lips are not scrumptious they're repulsive son-of-Hephaestus lips...wait, lips? Where did that come from? Besides you, Christie Matthews do not need a man to validate you!

Oh gods, I need a plan. Um… damn you father for being the dumbest god out there. Maybe if I drive fast enough he'll pass out from the pure g-force and fear and then he'll forget I did it. That seems like a good plan, now where's the accelerator…oh no that's the break.

"Um, Chris, maybe you should slow down." Came a soothing voice from beside me.

"No!" I screamed back, "the police are on our tail."

"Where the hell did you get your license?" screamed Leo from beside me.

"Oh, I didn't." I replied nonchalantly, gritting my teeth as I remembered the completely unfair drivers test "Honestly, you send one driving instructor into a shock induced coma and suddenly you're unfit to be let out on the road again. Society today…" I muttered sadly, narrowly missing an oncoming truck. "So, got any idea where we're going?" I asked conversationally, hoping to draw his attention away from the… incident.

"It says Long Island right." Replied Leo somewhat shakily.

"Got it." I replied, swinging the steering wheel around as fast as I could, causing the car to skid around the corner at top speed (not that we were in any danger, I was a pro driver, those policemen had no idea what they were talking about)

As we jumped a red light (huh, red lights are for pussies) a police car spotted us and started to chase us. I honestly don't see why, come on, what's the big deal; I only stole a car, drove it without a license at about double the speed limit. Why do policemen have to be so anal about the rules?

"Chris, watch out for the car." Yelped my rather adorable partner as I swerved around an oncoming vehicle. His lips look so kissable, and they were so warm…no! Snap out of it brain, don't let the traitorous hormones confuse you, Leo Valdez is, and always will be, an idiot who you hate, got it? But he's so cute and funny…oh gods, I'm doomed.

That inner monologue went on for quite some time when the engine began to sputter to a halt.

"I think we ran out of gas." Said a rather relieved Leo from the seat next to me.

"Yeah." I replied, too flustered to even make a sarcastic and witty comment regarding his statement of the obvious.

Leo leapt out of the car, looking quite sexy as he did (I've just given up fighting the feeling) as he walked to the front of the car.

"Come on, I don't think we're that far from camp, we should be able to walk." He said cheerily, opening my car door to let me out.

I jumped to my feet and pulled my hoodie over my head to hide my blushing cheeks. Giving me an encouraging 'come on', Leo grabbed my hand and began pulling me down the road.

We arrived at camp a few tiring hours later, but before I could bound through the archway and resume my usual occupation of beating up weaker people and just generally ruining as many days as possible, Leo yanked at my hand.

"What?" I spat angrily, turning to face him.

"I just need to do one thing." He said grinning.

"Hit me." I replied, anxious for a hot shower and a sparring session.

Quickly he grabbed the back of my head and ungracefully smashed his lips against mine. Shocked, I stood there like a dummy, unmoving, before finally coming to my senses and started kissing him back.

I swear, this is what my older sister is like when she drives. It's scary, and I really don't scare that easily.