A/N: This is a record people! Updating after two days. :) Feel free to feel proud for me. Haha
So, um, anyways, here it is! I hope you guys enjoy and this will definitely be longer than the last.

Thank you all for the reviews! If you have any ideas or requests, please do let me know. Constructive criticism is appreciated as well.

First part is in Katie's POV and words in italic are Katie's thoughts.

Enjoy!

Another disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians aren't mine! The storyline is though. And some characters.

Turning down offers of going to the dance with Travis Stoll proved to be harder than Katie thought.
She couldn't resist smiling at the mere thought of Travis.

Wait.

No!

No smiling because of Travis.

Absolutely no Travis, Katie.

Katie shook her head to clear her thoughts and stared at the blank piece of paper.

"Dress code, dress code, dress code," she chanted under her breath. Katie bit her lip while in thought and tapped her pencil.

"Hey, Katie!" a voice exclaimed.

Katie's heart started to thump against her chest. She groaned inwardly and tried to breath normally. There was a clench in her stomach that wouldn't go away.

I'm blaming it on cramps. Even though it isn't that time of the month yet…
Shut up, Katie.

"You're late," she said flatly, not looking up.

"I know," Travis replied, grinning at her.

"Take a seat," she said as she gestured to the one on her right.

Travis sat down and looked at Katie expectantly.

Ugh, those eyes!

Focus, Katie!

"What, Stoll?"

"So, I was thinking—"

"Did it hurt?" Katie asked, a smirk on her lips.

Travis grinned at her. "Ha-ha. Very funny. How long did it take for you to come up with that?"

"Obviously not long, Travis."

He rolled his eyes and said, "Before you so rudely interrupted, I was saying that our theme should be Tomatoes."

"Tomatoes?" Katie asked incredulously.

"The red vegetables that are made into ketchup?"

"Tomatoes are fruits."

"Vegetables."

"Fruit."

"Vegetables."

"Who's a daughter of Demeter here?"

"You."

"Which means I am absolutely correct, Stoll!"

"Vegetable," Travis murmured under his breath.

I actually like the banter.

At least I get to talk to him more.

SHUT UP, KATIE!

"The theme is going to be Ancient Greece," Travis said.

Katie considered that. "Um, alright then."

"Speaking of Ancient Greece, will you go with me to the dance?" Travis asked again. He brandished a bouquet of flowers and smiled hopefully at Katie.

"That has nothing to do with Ancient Greece," Katie said, surpressing a smile. She looked up at Travis and saw the flowers.

Flowers are a nice touch.

Maybe you should say yes.

Shut up, brain.

If you say no, will he ask again?

You don't want him to ask…

I don't?

Wait, I'm confused now. I'll blame it on teenage hormones.

Say no!

But I want to say yes!

Remember what happened before, Katie. Say no.

Katie frowned and bit her lip. She averted her gaze.

"Those were from my garden," she deadpanned.

Travis looked at her with confusion in his eyes. "Is that a yes?"

"No."

"It's not a yes?"

"Yes."

"it's a yes then?"

"No."

"A no?"

"Yes!"

"Yes?

"No!"

"Just tell me if you're accepting my offer or not!" Travis exclaimed, exasperated.

Katie eyes were fixated on her shoes. "I'm sorry, Travis."

"Damn it!" Travis yelled in frustration. He threw the flowers on the table and stormed angrily off.

Katie groaned and put her head in her hands.

What Katie didn't know (and Travis planned to keep it that way) was that he was asking her to the dance to get some money.

Well, that was partially the reason.

Katie was pretty hot, but very hotheaded.

He thought of her more as a cousin.

Which they were.

Technically.

He also thought that he didn't have a crush on Katie.

He was wrong about that.

The more he thought about the problem, the more confused he got.

Travis was doing this for the money, right?

But then again, he had been wrong about his crush as well.