I Promise ch.4
Layla's POV
"So you hold the bow like this and then you just pull it back then release." Dylan said, guiding my hand along the bow and adjusting my hand position till it was correct. The arrow flew out and hit the fighting dummy in the eye. "Okay. Now that you've learned how to hit someone in the eye with an arrow, let's take a break and we can do whatever you want." Dylan said sweetly. "Anything I want…. Okay, let's go for a run." I said excitedly, jumping up from the ground and heading back to my cabin. "Meet me here in 20 minutes and don't be late!" I yelled. I put my hair into a high ponytail and put on Juicy Couture sweats. I jogged back out to the fields and joined Dylan.
In The Woods….
"Come on Apollo, move like the speed of light!" I taunted playfully as I waited for Dylan to catch up. "OK. That's not fair. I need a little motivation." He said jogging up to me. What he said had a double meaning. "Oh, like this." I flirted. I leaned in and kissed him. It could've lasted longer, but we were interrupted by the whistling of our fellow campers. "Let's go to the lake. It'll be more private there." Dylan whispered in my ear. I am loving this guy. "Alright people, nothing to see here." Annabeth said, breaking through the crowd and sending them elsewhere. That girl kind of steamed my clams even if she was my sister, frankly she was one of the campers giving me the hater stare when Percy was giving me a tour the other day.
At The Lake….
"So where were we?" I flirted. "I think I can refresh your memory." Said a voice. Wait a minute, that was not Dylan's voice. "Percy? What the Hades dude? Kind of interrupting something here." Dylan said, looking really annoyed. So cute, he thinks he can handle this without me. "Oh nothing. Just you know watching my best friend trade DNA with an Apollo playboy." He said nonchalantly. I look back at Dylan, not good what I was seeing. He had flipping balls of sunlight curling in his hand. I look at Percy. Giant whirlwind of water swirling from the lake forming into a trident. Oh geez. Not gonna lie. This situation sucks. Well my mom did make men go weak at the knees, But NEVER AT EACHOTHER'S THROATS! This is gonna take some major damage control.
Whatchya Think? Lemme know! I did this chapter for those who have been patiently waiting. I have(as usual) overbooked myself with over 12 stories. (Not even kidding) SO thank you for bearing with me.
Laterz,
Little Miss Purple
