I hated boyfriends. I hated boys. I didn't like some of my "friends". Boyfriends just seemed like a terrible combination of both things. So maybe I was bitter about my breakup with Anti yesterday. Anti and I only dated for a few months, and it was already the end of May.

But my heart was broken, now that I was having abandonment issues. I didn't want to be alone, but now I didn't want to get attached I was afraid that if I attached myself and found something I loved, that they too would leave me. And most importantly, I was losing hope in love.

When I thought about past boyfriends, I couldn't even put Anti at the bottom. So he had broken up with me like that, which was pretty cold. And he left my heart broken and what not. But I had dated worse guys then him before. Worse guys named Chris Charlie Duncan. This was a perfect example, of why I hated boyfriends.

I was walking around camp, relishing in my new found popularity when I felt a subtle slap on the butt. I wasn't offended or anything, I was proud of my perfect ass. I just didn't necessarily like it when other guys touched it without my permission...without my permission.

"What do you want?" I asked whoever hit me, as I looked up at the face of Chris Charlie Duncan. Chris was 3 years older then me, but the most popular guy at camp. He was the son of Bellona (Ares's sister) and wait for it…Peyton Manning. So he was a superstar of a sort at camp. And because he was, we always called him Chris Charlie Duncan. Chris was too normal for a guy like him.

It helped that he wasn't bad looking. He had clean cut light brown hair that sometimes in the sun looked like it had some honey blonde in it. What got the girls was his piercing olive green eyes that were so light they reminded me of glass. They we're inviting and shiny when he was flirting, like a pretty reflection. But when he was fighting or angry, they were sharp, like frosted glass. He had broad shoulders, at least a 6 pack, and a charming smile. He could drive, fight, flirt, and obviously play football. Honestly I spent my time wondering what he couldn't do.

Chris Charlie Duncan shrugged, sticking his hand in the pocket of his light wash destroyed jeans. He looked like he was out of a page of an Abercrombie magazine or something. He scratched the back of his neck, then he tried to look at me without squinting but the sun was in his eye. "I heard you just became the head of the Aphrodite Cabin."

I nodded with a smirk, "I guess news travels fast." I had only been the head for a few hours now, but my popularity was through the roof now. I thought guys we're after me before, now between the boys at camp I was like a prize to be won, groomed, and trophied around camp.

Chris Charlie Duncan chuckled, "It does." He said simply,"And I also have been told that officially you're the most popular girl at camp."

I tried to hide a smile, by giving him a flirty look instead. Popularity was my goal once I got here, so I was glad my work was done. "Kicked Electra right from her throne"

"That you did" he said with a flirty nudge, "And there is this tradition. More like a rule...here at camp. The most popular guy and girl are always dating."

I bit my lip, I still wanted Luke. I really wanted Luke. And secretly, I never liked Chris. He's too cocky and perfect...too much like me."Well sucks to suck; because I guess the tradition just ended."I said with a smirk, and one hand on my hip.

Chris smirked, standing behind me and putting his arms around my shoulder's seuductivly. I still saw it as being trapped. "Aww Tess come on I'm not good enough?" He asked into my neck.

"Chris! I don't get the big deal." I sighed, seeing where this was going. And I wanted out. I was about to be bullied into dating someone, can that even happen?

"Tess come on, with popularity comes responsibility. We have no choice" he said as he nipped at my neck. It was as if he pretended he was being forced into this too but Chris Charlie Duncan didn't seem like the kinda guy to get forced into dating girls. I was too much of the perfect girl for his image, I was the prize to be won.

"Look, whatever. Sure." I said as he let go. I crossed my arms over my chest. Just in case he was looking there. I was onto him. Everyone thought he was so good but I knew what he was up to. I also knew, that I was just forced into dating him. And I knew, I was pissed about that.

So later that day Chris and I had plans to leave camp. It was pretty much sneaking out, because Chiron doesn't count first dates as valid reasons to leave camp.

At first I wasn't excited, at all. Because I felt like this date would be a novelty. But then as I had all of the other popular girls in camp help me get ready for the ceremonial first date, I was getting slightly more excited. I just pretended that I wasn't. But how many times is the most popular guy in camp 3 years older then you, super hot,and can drive? And then he asks you out on a date? I just decided to take the opportunity while it was there.

My short dress was a sweet sea foam green. It was strapless, with a pretty sweetheart neckline. The beautiful lace danced into a sweet flowy skirt with a gathered ribbon tie waist. I straightened my hair, which was cute because it went a little past my shoulders. I put on white heels with had a sparkling bow on the side. So my outfit was casual, yet cute and dressy. And even know I was pretty young, I was a cadet so I could make myself look older. I don't even think most of the camp knew I wasn't 15.

I met Chris Charlie Duncan right behind the Ares cabin, where he resided in even know he wasn't a child of Ares. Like anyone actually cared enough to point that out. I saw Chris leaning on the back wall of the cabin checking his phone, so I came up behind him grabbing his waist. He was dressed equally as nice as me, causal, but nice. "Hey" I whispered sexily in his ear, my soft lips brushing the cartilage as he turned around to face me.

"Hey Tess" he said looking at me, up and down. Then he went back to his phone. I pouted, usually I wasn't completely ignored like this when I was with guys. To be honest I expected him to compliment me as soon as he looked at me. I decided to try a cute pickup line to get it stared, because I needed him to focus his attention on me and not on whatever he was looking at.

"Um, hey Chris do my shoes match my eyes?" I asked him blinking innocently as I twirled a strand of hair around my finger that was polished in silver polish. Chris looked to my shoes, then to my eyes. Then he started from my shoes and slowly made his way all the way back up lingering on the places I expected him to.

He shook his head, "No, they don't. Your shoes are white and your eyes are blue" he said to me looking confused why I asked him.

I laughed, "Well I'm glad you just took the time to check me out" I said with a smirk and I lightly shrug, leaning on the wall next to him.

Chris chuckled, getting the joke as he put his phone in his pocket and looked to me. "I see what you did there." he said to me with a smirk. "Whats next, you gonna ask me if your hair looks good?" He teased. "Cuz it doesn't..." He coughed the last part.

"Chris!" I exclaimed with a huge pout. I crossed my arms, as I watched him laugh.

"Joking," he said to me with a smirk. I wanted to believe he really was kidding but I really couldn't. I decided to brush it off, because it was just an all in fun joke right? But something about Chris Charlie Duncan made me not trust him one bit.

I grinned though, giving him a cute wink. "Seriously, So how do I look?" I asked him twirling a little so he could see the whole dress. To be honest I just wanted him to compliment me so I could be satisfied. Chris Charlie Duncan on the other hand didn't feel like doing that for me.

Chris smirked, then shrugged looking me over again. "Could be better" he said getting up from the wall and walking towards the spot everyone used to sneak out. It was hidden by trees but if you were smart you found the small opening where you could take the path and end up in New York. Thats were everyone's cars were parked.

I frowned, following him, trying to keep a blank face like that hadn't upset me. But considering a hot guy just said that to me I was pissed. Seriously, that did not just happen. Once we had arrived at his car, we ended up driving for a while and I couldn't tell where we were going. Then we arrived at the restaurant, which looked pretty nice but not too fancy. And he opened the door for me like a perfect gentlemen, and pulled out my chair for me and everything. I was starting to think that he actually was a gentleman and really sweet and everything.

Our waiter walked up to our table. He was probably around Chris's age, maybe older, and was probably lucky he scored a job at a place like this. He was dressed nicely, clean cut, as he came to our table and took our drink orders. I stuck with water and Chris had a coke. I think he was going to try and order a beer but he knew he would get caught. Chris was only 16.

"So Chris," I started with a smirk looking at him from across the table.

"So Tess," he said back to me with an amused look on his face.

I blinked cutely, "So. I spy with my little eye something green" I through out there causally, looking to a plant behind him. I had no good reason to play Ispy but I had no bad reason either.

Chris smirked, "Your face when I hit on the girl from the other table?" He said moving his head in a quick motion towards a petite red head sitting alone typing on her phone. She was cute, and had some tiny freckles. But I doubted she was eating alone on tonight, she was too pretty to eat alone.

I gave him a weird look back, "But you never..." I started, watching him signal the classic ,"call me" to the girl as she rolled her eyes and stuck up her middle finger. I definitely liked this girl, whoever she was.

Chris rolled his eyes in responce as I laughed at his failed attempt. Then he sighed, "Ok I'll go." He paused looking around the room, "I spy with my little eye something unattractive. " i knew either he was going to make a jab at me again, or there was something else.

I looked behind me, seeing a sweaty guy in the corner really digging for gold up there in his nose. Talk about gross, like two knuckles deep. And that was exactly why he was eating alone on a Friday night. I turned back to Chris Charlie Duncan with a smirk, knowing the obvious answer but not feeling like giving it.

I gave him an innocently confused look, "But Chris, how can you see your face from here. I didn't see any mirrors."

Chris rolled his eyes, "How mature Tess" he said to me.

I shrugged, "As mature as you trying to get that girl to "call you" as your on a date with another girl. Real classy Chris," I said to him as the waiter came back with our drinks.

"You guys ready to order?" He asked looking between Chris and me, staring longer at me. As he should, I was breathtakingly beautiful, even if I was being annoyed by my boyfriend.

Chris smirked, "Well I'll have the prime rib, with a side of fries." He said to the waiter looking up at him but with a look of uninterest.

I smirked, and interjected, pretending to be innocent and helpful. "But Chris are you sure you can eat all of that? I mean...We can get you a kids menu." I offered with a smirk.

Chris rolled his eyes, "Cute. And she won't be having anything she's not hungry." He said looking to me with a devilish dance in his eyes. He decided to top if off, by whispering to the waiter as if I couldn't hear. "She's on a diet, you can tell she needs it right?" He turned back to me, "Maybe a salad babe? Or a fruit cup?" He offered in mock excitement. Yeah, because Chris Charlie Duncan was definitely the type of guy to be ever so helpful in this situation.

I rolled my eyes, quickly glancing for the most expensive thing. "Actually I'll have the stake and lobster. And with that can you get me like a little bowl of caviare?" I asked him, making it look like I was serious. But Chris could see completely through the act, and I think he was worried about how much he would be paying for a tiny bowl of caviare he knew I wouldn't eat. And who ordered a bowl a bowl of caviare in public, honestly?

Chris Charlie Duncan gave me a glare, "But babe, do you know what all of those calories will do to your figure? You don't to gain anymore more weight." He mockingly leaned in so that it looked like he was whispering to me but the waiter could hear everything, "I can't be seen with someone that large, it hurst my image babe, It hurts"

I leaned away,"Call me babe again and I'll smack you. My name's Tess...Tess. Write it on your hand if you need a reminder." I said back as the waiter shifted uncomfortably. This was almost funny.

"Uh do you guys need a minute?" He asked us.

"Yeah that would be great." We both replied I unison. I smirked, leaning in to the waiter to talk in private but so Chris could still hear. "And could you bring out that kids menu with extra crayons? He's a crayon bitter look... at those teeth. I mean its gonna take years of braces to fix those" I said leaning back with a satisfied smirk, crossing my arms as the waiter left. I think he was relived to be out of this situation.

So Chris and I talked for a while, and the waiter eventually came back. I ended up getting my steak and lobster and Chris Charlie Duncan his crayons. Oh yeah, and his prime rib. But I already knew there was no way in Hades I would eat all of that food. I was immortal I didn't even need food.

We continued to talk, and flirt, keeping it mostly nice. Mostly. And I noticed the girl's boyfriend had came back, so she wasn't a complete loner. Waiting for the food, we got a little antsy, as we were both impatient people. But we tried to entertain ourselves until the food came. Lucky for me, somehow the topic of Chris hitting on that girl earlier had re-come up.

Chris laughed, "Come on, the girl only turned me down because I was with a date," he said in protest. As if I would believe that was the only reason a sensible girl would be uninterested in an annoying guy like himself.

"Thats because it's not socially acceptable to flirt with another girl in front of your girlfriend" I said back. Referring to myself as his girlfriend was weird, and left a nasty taste in my mouth. I was still annoyed he said earlier that I could've looked better. Yup, still bitter. No boyfriend of mine could talk to me like that. No matter how "perfect" he thought he was.

Chris chuckled, "I would care...I really would. Its just that I don't." He said to me, almost sarcastically as he sauntered over to the table with with the redhead, boyfriend and all.

"Damn, your so beautiful...I forgot my pickup line," Chris said with his signature flirty face and wink. Chris Charlie Duncan was just so perfect it was annoying.

The girls boyfriend didn't seem to take that one well though. And I highly doubt he was thinking of how attractive or perfect Chris was. He turned to Chris with a glare. "Hey! Are you flirting with my girlfriend?" He asked him trying to look intimating. It normally would work, he was one of those gruff masculine guys who could make some guys piss their pants. But Chris was a son of a war goddess, nothing scared him.

Chris Charlie Duncan looked him straight in the eye with a straight face that read "I don't care" and said. "Yes. Yes I am,"

I was about to witness an awful fight go down right here during my date, but I was saved by the sight of our waiter. Chris noticed our food coming out too, and came back to our table like any true guy would. He gave the guy a cocky look, as he retreated. Ladies lets face it, men love food.

When the waiter came, giving us our food I made a point to flirt with him in front of Chris. Just because I could. And Just because I could tell it was bothering him. I started with a wink, then some compliments. I even told him he should call me sometime. And the waiter, who was named David, definitely wanted to take me up on that fake offer. And after the waiter left he looked to me with a

glare, "What the hell was that?"

I shrugged, "Me. Flirting. In my natural habitat," I said moving my food around on my plate but making it a goal of mine not to eat any of mine but enjoy his.

Chris crossed his arms looking at me, then went to enjoying his plate. I started really hard at an imaginary pimple or something on his face until he noticed. "What?'

And for effect, I quickly quickly responded, "Nothing" and which I saw him take his glass just to see what I was looking at. He couldn't find it, and it didn't existed. But I knew this would bug him for a while.

"Tess seriously what?" he asked me almost urgently, oh silly Chris.

I gave him a hard look, then I tried to act like I wasn't looking. "Oh really, its nothing. Forget it," I said innocently, he wasn't going to forget. Then I made a face, "Ew Chris, did you fart?" I asked him convincingly.

Chris glared at me again, and his eyes reminded me of the hard cold frosted glass. "No. But I have a question for you." he smirked devilishly and I knew this was going to be bad," Why are you girls so moody and whinny? I mean like saying your on your period is such a lame excuse." He said crossing his arms in a satisfied smirk because he knew he had brought up a debate that I would get angry about. A debate most girls would get angry about that.

Thanks to Aira's mom, mother nature, Aira never had to have periods. I still did, but they weren't that bad. I was already a bitch in real life so periods just make me bitchier. "Can you bleed for a week and survive? Do you think this is a f**king game?" I asked him keeping myself pretty contained though.

Chris chuckled,"Yeah I get that part, but why are you girls so moody and whinny and well...annoying. And you want us guys to be the ones you trample over. Like I should be the one getting chocolate for you. Get your damn chocolate yourself."

I rolled my eyes, "Ok Chris, how about you sit and bleed and wish you were dead and I'll get you chocolate and chick flicks. Now who has it worse?" I said with crossed arms.

Chris smirked, then shrugged, "I'm done talking about this."

"Exactly, because you know your wrong and on your way to getting murdered."

"Whatever Tess, I just don't think we should have this argument right now,"

"Yup, because your obviously losing." I said reaching over and grabbing a small handful of his fries.

Chris looked at me, "I thought you weren't hungry."

I shrugged, "I'm not hungry Chris." I said simply as I ate another fry. He reached over and tried to touch some of my food as I slapped his hand away. "Ew Chris, keep your hands to your own plate. Germs."

Chris glared at me again, but he kept to his own food as I helped him finish off his fries. Then when dessert came I ordered an extremely large piece of chocolate cake for the two of us to share, but then I only ate one bite. When Chris asked me about it, and accused me for not eating on purpose. I simply said that he had called me fat earlier and now I felt ashamed to eat. That shut him up.

Afterwards we settled on a seemly nice walk outside. But our favorite other couple who we had met at dinner sadly had the same idea. Chris Charlie Duncan thought it was still thought it was a good idea to go talk to her. I thought her boyfriend severely hurting him was a good idea.

Chris smoothly walked over, keeping me on his hip. "Hey baby can I still get your name and number?"

The read head smirked, "My names Mary Clare, and my number is 325-223-39FU." she said crossing her arms as her large man boulder stood behind her.

"Aw come on Mare, we can still meet up after this. I'm always available when you need me." he offered with a wink.

"Like, is your ego too big that its blocking your vision? I'm taken. So F**k off."

I grinned, giving the girl an encouraging look as we high fived. I was glad I wasn't the only girl in the world who hated my boyfriend.

"Fine." Chris said, turning to me instead as he put both arms around my waist and tried to pull me close. I decided to embarrass him a bit more.

"Um! Attention everyone my boyfriend just tried to make a move on me!" I said rather loudly, stepping away from him and pointing. There were whispers and laughs from the small amount of people who were also outside. Chris was obviously embarrassed, but tried to hide it with a snarky expression and a mutter under his breath that sounded like bitch.

"Jackass, douche, take your pick Chris" I said back to him, with another high five from Mary Clare. Then her and her boyfriend decided to leave, and Chris and I actually agreed on two things. One was to go home, and two was that this was probably our last date together. Ever. The popular couple tradition could kiss my ass.

Eventually. we got back at camp and decided to end our date where we began behind the cabin. Maybe Chris was hoping he could still get some action or whatever, but there was no chance of that happening between the two of us.

Then Chris moved closer to me, with a small smile that I knew was probably fake. Then he chuckled. "Look, I really am sorry for how it went down tonight," he said to me, taking a quick look up at the stars above it. The sky was getting gradually darker and I knew curfew was coming up. I looked back to Chris, who had a an almost sincere look in his eyes.

i sighed, "Come on Chris, your not really sorry we both know that. This relationship just isn't going to work out. We don't work." I wanted to mention the other small fact I hated him, but I didn't.

Chris nodded, getting exactly what I was saying and what I wasn't. "Look, I really am going to try and make it up to you. I'll call you tomorrow. And I'll have a special surprise for you when I do. I'll call you at like 3 or something? I really will. I promise." And with that he kissed my cheek and left to go inside his cabin. I for one, was still kinda upset about our date but I was one for surprises. And waited all day excited for the call because I wanted him to give me something. I even considered the possibility that if the surprise was good enough I would give him a second chance.

Well Chris Charlie Duncan never called. And I never gave him another chance. And that was another promise broken.

So yeah, I hated Chris Charlie Duncan, and rightfully so. And right now I hated all of my ex-boyfriends. And right now I hated myself, because I was hating so much. Love was the opposite of hate and I was always taught to be a lover. But right now love had screwed me over so hatred was all I had to work with.

To my ex-boyfriends. I hate you all.

XOXO,

Tess.