"I am a cold, heartless creature." I said miserablly.

"Nah, you're pretty warm and...heartfilled?" Jessie said.

"You are soooo not helping." I snapped.

"I'm sorry. What can I do to help?" she asked.

"You can go guard the door and make sure nobody gets in." I suggested.

"Okay." she said, rubbing my knee reassuringly before heading to the door. We could use either cabin, the Poseidon or the Athena. We were currently in the Poseidon cabin, my uncles and cousins were out by the beach at a small party that we had been invited to.

I took my knife out of my pocket and stared at it, it was a rather plain old knife, nothing special or centimental about it like moms. It was getting rather dull, and it was a pretty ugly knife compared to everyone else's. I decided later I would go get-no go build- a new one. It only seemed appropriate that I should make it, I loved drawing and making things.

I looked from my arm to my knife then back to my arm. I swallowed with great difficulty and lay the knife gently across my arm. I took a deep breath, prepared myself for the pain, just to blow it back out and take the sharp edge away. I tried again, and my will power allowed me to draw a thin line of blood. It felt good at first but then I realized that I had cut it diagonaly and it began to hurt bad.

"Son of a bitch!" I yelled.

I jumped up, ran to the fountain, and submerged my arm beneath the cool liquid. I breathed a sigh of relief as the pain faded and all that was left was a thin, pink line. I glared at my knife with so much hate, I was surprised it didn't spontaneously combust or something along those lines. I glared at it for one more second before dropping it into the water, I watched with growing satisfaction as it sank to the bottom, hopefully to remain there forever.

"Never. Again." I muttered darkly to myself.

"It's across the road not down the street. I was under the impression that you were smart." a voice said from behind me, a deep voice.

I froze and suddenly wished I hadn't dropped my only weapon into the water. Then I heard the familar stride of Elliot (Leo), and both relaxed and stiffened, relaxed visibly, stiffened mentally. I glared at him with more ferocity than I had at my former weapon.

He put up his hands up in surrender. "Alright, that joke was in bad taste."

"It was." I agreed relunctantly. "Now what do you want?"

His whole body appeared to soften as he walked closer, I took a step back with every step he took forward. "Why are you acting like I'm Medusa?" he asked in all seriousness. "I still don't know why you're mad at me."

"That's none of your business." I said stubbornly.

"It kinda is." he pointed out.

I got a sudden rush of anger and this time, I advanced on him. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I practically screamed at him. I shoved his chest a couple times and he stummbled backward. It was like a dance, I take a step forward, he takes a step back, I shove him angrily; repeat.

"You don't even realize how much you hurt me! How much you hurt me and go on as if nothing happened!"

I knew I was crying, my tears were hot on my cheeks and lips. I didn't even touch him but he fell backward onto the floor. I followed him, slamming my knees into his stomach, narrowly missing his manhood, and started weakly punching his chest. I was losing the will to fight but I couldn't stop hitting him, not when I was in this emotional state.

He grabbed my wrists and held them together, preventing me from hurting him. Once he was certain I wouldn't be hurting him any further, he released my wrists and put his arms around me. I cried. I had never cried in my life, I had always been a strange kid. My chest heaved painfully as I buried myself in Leo's. I cried until I was out of tears, only then did I leave his arms.

Instead, I layed down next to him, slapping my blond hair into a messy ponytail. We lay facing each other, his eyes were red like I knew mine were. I noticed with a start that he had been crying too, he was sensitive like that. He found my hand and held it in his, it had that electric air to it that only Zeus children could posess.

"Can I ask you a question?" he implored.

"You just did but I'll allow another." I said.

"How did I hurt you?" he asked.

I took a deep breath before answering, "Well, Leo. We've been best friends forever and I realized about three years ago that, well," I laughed nervously and without humor. "I've completely fallen for you."

He looked confused for only a second before he understood, his eyes got big in surprise and he had that look that clearly said, "How did I not see that coming?"

"It's getting easier to admit. I love you. Thalia knows, she knew before I did. I love everything about you, your hair, your smile, your voice, your attitude, your sense of humor, which is twisted by the way. Your body," We both blushed at this. "especially your body, but what I love most is your innocence. You don't even know what you do to me. You know something? I have never had sex. Oh, I could've on multiple occasions but every time I thought I was ready, I would remember you."

"Me?" he said uncertaintly.

"You." I confirmed. "I would try to pretend it was you but I'd back out at the last second every time. You don't even want to know how hard it is when I see you naked. And then knowing I could never have you, knowing that I could never hear you say, 'I love you' back. Every time you would smile at me, I would feel like there was some chance. Every time you would get a new girlfriend, I would hurt, hurt bad."

"I-" he tried but I cut him off.

"But it's alright. Really. Just friends is alright with me." I lied.

"Jamie-"

"But I just want to know one thing."

"What?"

I sat up and so did he, he looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to answer. I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, his lips were soft and loose, just as I had imagined them. He didn't react, I had caught him by surprise. I felt my heart plummet, why would I even try such a thing?

Then he kissed me back.

He tangled his hands in my hair, I took that as a sign that I could kiss him more fluently. I rested my hands on his hips and scooted closer to him. We broke apart for a couple seconds, I looked down, smiling, I barely got one breath in before his lips captured mine.

This kiss was much more heated, if he wasn't Leo, then by now my shirt would be off and we sure as hell wouldn't be on the floor. I knew I had two choices, I could either play it safe and only kiss him or I could try taking his shirt off. I decided to just put my hands under his shirt then see how it goes from there.

He jumped as my cold hands touched his hot skin, I trailed my fingernails up and down his chest. I felt how smooth his skin was and how...not smooth the skin was where he was scarred. I moved my hands down to his waist line, I felt the goosebumps jump on his skin.

"Jamie," he whispered.

I pulled away relunctantly, he might be having second thoughts. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed him, he probably only kissed me back through pity. Maybe he had a girlfriend that he hadn't gotten around to telling me about, maybe it was one of my friends. Then a horrible thought struck me.

"You aren't sleeping with my sister are you?" I asked abruptly.

"Where the hell did you get that from?" he wondered, voice low.

"I don't know, I always come up with the worst case scenario." I said in embarrassment.

He brushed a loose strand of hair out of my face, his fingers lingered. "I know." he said, chuckling at some memory.

"Why did you want to stop?" I asked quietly.

His face turned serious. "I cannot take that away from you. I can't even imagine doing that to you, it seems everyone who does it too early ends up regreting it."

"We're not everyone."

"No, we're not. But you're Jamie."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means that you're Jamie, my best friend, my favorite person, my hero...my Jamie whom I just made out with."

"Still not getting to the point."

"What I'm trying to say is, I like you. A lot."

"How much is a lot?"

"You say that you love me." I noded. "That much."

"What are you sayi-" He grabbed my face and kissed me, I forgot about what I was saying and got lost in our own little bliss-filled world. "You can't do that every time you want to shut me up." I said against his lips.

"Can't I?"

"Cocky, much?"

"Very."

He kissed me again, and I decided it was atleast worth an attempt, I leaned back slowly making sure he came with me. He paused for a second when my back touched the floor, then he decided not to stop. This time, I decided to be smart about it, I began unbuttoning my shirt. He didn't notice until it was completely undone, he sat up and looked at the ceiling.

"You're so annoying sometimes." I said.

"I'm not touching you, looking at you, or making love to you until you turn 18." he told me.

"You sure I can't change your mind?"

I picked up his hand and did the thing that turned every guy on, never had I failed. I took his finger in my mouth and sucked on it, I looked up at him through my eyelashes and moaned softly. The look on his face, was one of pure longing, his hand trembled.

"This is only a preview." I whispered.

He looked down at my chest, my shirt was open but I had another shirt on underneath. Note: Wear sexier and easier to remove clothes.

"I-alright." he finally agreed.

I smiled seductively and shruged out of both my shirts, leaving only a bra on my torso. "Your turn."

He smiled unsurely and pulled his shirt off over his head, his stomach was his most addicting feature. It wasn't extremelly defined, instead it was very narrow and very sexy looking. I unhooked my bra and he watched with lust-filled eyes as I was revealed. I took his hands and guided them to my breasts, I watched as his face changed.

"Awwww shit." I cursed.

I was very angry all of a sudden, I hadn't taken to account that we were missing one main factor in this love we were preparing to make. "What?"

"You wouldn't happen to have a condom, would you?"

"Um, no. I thought you were on the pill."

"I was, but not lately. I don-didn't-have a boyfriend and there wasn't any big parties to go to so I figured I'd be safe. Besides, all the guys I was interested in had condoms with them everywhere they went."

"You haven't done that yet, have you?"

"No, I already told you. I've come close."

"How close?"

"Umm, well, we were both naked and he was kissing and touching me but I couldn't do it. Because he wasn't you. So when he wasn't looking, I stuck my fingers down my throat and threw up."

"Who was it?"

I hesitated, Leo was a sweet guy, a very sweet guy, but he was also a very strong and in shape guy. "Nick." I finally said.

"Of Aphrodite?"

"Is there any other?" He made to tell me that there was so I quickly cut him off, "Is there any other who I would go out with?"

"Okay, fair enough. But if he comes anywhere near you, I'll kill him."

"Fair enough." I grinned.

"So he was touching you?" he said as nonchalantly as he could, though there was tension behind his words.

I stood up and pulled him to my bed, I really wanted him, bad, at this point. I had his jeans off in record timing. "What about the condom?" he asked.

"Leo, couldn't you've just kept your mouth shut? Just this once?"

I knew there was no way I was sleeping with him after that statement, I had always been very cautious about not getting pregnant as a teenager. Besides, the others would be back soon, and not to mention my sister, who could barge in at any time. I sighed and picked up my clothes, I put them back on slowly. Leo watched me carefully then picked up his shirt and began to put it on.

I grabbed his wrist and gave him my raised eyebrow, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" was the look I gave him.

"What?"

"I like looking at you, so in other words, you put that shirt on, I get violent." I threatened.

He put his hands up, palms facing me, and dropped his shirt. I smiled, wrapped my arms around his neck, and gave him a light kiss. I remained in that position, just staring at him, it was had to believe that he could be mine, all mine. I looked at a rather nasty scar on his neck, I was with him when it had happened. I kissed it lightly, and against my lips, his pulse beat faster.

I looked up at him, drinking him in carefully, he was hot. Very. Male model material. That sounded cliche, even to my own ears, but it was true. Very.

"Let's get out of here, we have a party to attend." I said, smirking devilishly.