9-listening to your favorite song
"Hey Hazel!"
The Roman turned around quickly, her hair swishing over her shoulders, and nearly fell over.
Smooth.
"Careful!" A laughing voice said as warm hands gripped her upper arms to steady her.
"Sorry." Hazel felt her cheeks burn hot as she looked up at Leo, who was grinning wide at her.
"Clutzy, Hazel." He laughed, and she felt her cheeks turn redder at the noise.
"So what'd you want?" Hazel asked to distract from her stinging cheeks.
"I found a new song I want you to hear!" Leo started dragging the younger demigod. A couple people stared, surprised at their obvious familiarity that hadn't quite came to the other Romans and Greeks, but most didn't pay the two any attention, which Hazel thanked the gods for.
"Here." Leo shoved an iPod into her hands. "Does it work in the borders?" He wondered aloud.
"Yup." Hazel put the earbuds into her ears and pressed play. She looked up at Leo. Was he blushing?
The first of the lyrics began to float through the earbuds.
Hazel listened the whole song through, tapping her foot and nodding to the beat, and removed the earbuds in a daze.
"Did you like it?" Leo asked, a blush on his cheeks.
Hazel looked up, squinting as the sun flashed in her eyes, blinding her momentarily and sending bright sparkles across her vision.
"New Orleans jazz?" She asked, a smile curving her lips up.
"Yeah." Leo fidgeted uncomfortably, picking at his shirt's hem awkwardly. "I thought you'd like to hear some music from..." He bit his lip hesitantly. "Your time."
Hazel jumped forward and wrapped her arms around the stuttering demigod.
Leo lurched back, shocked, before wrapping his arms in a huge hug around the daughter of Had-Pluto.
Hazel leaned her head against Leo's shoulder, wondering absently why it felt right to be in his arms.
Leo smelled like he had when she'd first met him: like bronze and oil and a bit of smoke. He was warm, and Hazel couldn't help a smile.
Too soon though, she became aware of the fact that she was hugging Leo. Hugging Leo.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Hazel jumped back, her face positively burning like the sun.
"Uh...it's okay!" Leo looked dazed.
Hazel bit her lip, squeaked out another apology, and hurried away.
"Hazel!" She heard Leo call after her, but she didn't stop until she was leaned against the tree on top of the hill, breathing in the earthy smell.
She shouldn't be thinking this way. About a Greek! And she still had Frank to think about...
This sucked. Hazel sighed, running a hand through her cinnamon curls.
She needed to talk to Frank. What would she say? An "Oh, by the way, I'm dumping you even though we never officially started dating for a Greek who I met a couple weeks ago"? Yeah, that'd go over well.
Romans were warriors, Hazel thought as she stared at the purplish clouds on the horizon. They didn't fall in love.
That wasn't neccissarily true. Dakota and Gwen were in love. Reyna had been head-over-heels for Jason before he left.
Hazel began to walk toward the barracks as the ominous purple-black clouds drifted closer.
Leo was the enemy. And kind and thoughtful and amazing and keeping secrets from her...
No, she'd only met him a few weeks ago! It wasn't right to think that he would tell her everything.
Hazel knew one thing. She had to talk to Frank.
"Hazel!" Reyna ran up to the daughter of Pluto, gasping in air and generally looking cross.
"Yes, Reyna?" Hazel said politely.
"Get to the barracks and pack your bags. Only clothes and other essentials." Reyna commanded imperiously. "We're heading to Rome."
For the person who asked, no, I am not a professional writer. I don't think I ever will be. I actually want to be an architect...
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