Authors Note: Sorry for making you wait so long, I just was not in the mood
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, just FYI.
A Flirtatious Bunch
"Ha ha! I win again!" she said in a jubilant tone.
"What are you, some kind of genius or something?" Annabeth replied, slightly in awe.
"Yes, I suppose I am and here comes your boyfriend," she said in a rather bemused tone.
"Percy is not my boyfriend!" she said way too fast.
"Who said it was Percy?" rolling her eyes she walked off to go talk to Rebecca.
I walked over to Annabeth, her chest rising and falling as she sat up on the ground. I bent down and offered up my hand, she took it and pulled her self up.
"Did you just hear that?" she asked embarrassment showing on her red face.
"I think the whole camp heard you," I replied laughing.
"Shit," she muttered.
"So… how was your day?" I interjected sarcastically.
"Oh fine, I guess, but this Erin kid is driving me crazy!" she exclaimed.
I paused, not knowing what to say next when Rebecca's and Erin's conversation drifted over. "Why don't they just admit it and get together?"
"Crazy kids." I murmured
"No, duh, Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth exclaimed
Clank! Clank!
"Oh shit, they started!" I turned around and sure enough there was Stewart and Harry, attempting to kill each other. For a moment I just stood there. They were both really good, the only perfectly even match that I had seen in a long time. The only question here was who is going to tire out first. Eventually, I stopped staring at them and walked around to the stands where I sat down. I began pin-pointing their moves.
Thrust, Stewart moved in toward Harry.
Jab, Harry countered attacked.
Jump back, Stewart jumped avoiding the jab from Harry.
Slice, Stewart got back in the game.
Block, Harry stop Stewarts sword from cutting off his head.
Spin, Stewart did a full 360 in order to dodge the counter attack.
Thrust, Harry moved in.
Perry, Harry attempted to disarm.
The list looked a little something like this, for about 20 minutes then,
Disarm, and Harry's sword fell to the ground.
Stewart hit Harry's chest with the flat of his sword, sending him sprawling on the ground. And in a blink of an eye Stewart's sword tip was pointed at his neck, and he had his foot on his chest.
They stood there panting; starring at each other for about a minute, then Rebecca stood up and ran down into the arena floor.
"Wow! You were amazing! How did you learn to fight like that?!" she cried.
He just stared at her for a second, and then he puffed out his chest and said, "Practice, baby, practice, but natural skills tend to help too."
I could tell he was flirting, and she just flirted right back. She was hanging on to his arm and twirling his hair and laughing at his jokes, even the pathetic ones that really weren't that funny.
Eventually, the conch horn sounded and we all trudged off towards the dinning pavilion. Rebecca still clinging to his arm.
Review if you want to read more, PLUS chapter 6 is up too!! A two in one, isn't that great, sorry for the wait but my, ahem, beta readers are kind of slow.