AN: This chapter will introduce a few perspective couples, but keep in mind they are only perspective. If you guys think they don't work, that's fine, I'll pair up someone else. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please leave a review.

Chapter 2: Building Nerves

"I GOT IT!"

The distinct yell could be heard across the playing field. The Blue flag had been taken, the Red Team had achieved victory.

The demigod who had swiped the flag from under the nose of the Blue team had been none other than Izzie Wate. For a girl who didn't like to fight, she had pulled off something amazing.

While the defenders on the Blue team fought off a bunch of Dionysus kids, Izzie had gone in for the kill,taking the flag and running like crazy. Once she was ins Red territory, she couldn't help yelling in happiness. She'd done it, she'd really done it.

"I GOT IT!"

When they game had ended, she was surrounded by her fellow teammates, all cheering a congratulating her, high fives, pats on the back and fist bumps were surrounding her, a smile adorned her face as she walked towards the Demeter cabin.

"Good game!" she heard a voice behind her. But there was a difference in it, the accent, British.

Izzie turned around to come face to face with the one and only Charlie Blake, son of Hermes. He had his left hand running through the blonde spikes on his head. Charlie flashed a charming smile, before stuffing his hands back in his pockets.

"Thanks," Izzie replied, unsure of what to say.

"I saw you grab the flag and run while we were fending off the better part the Dionysus cabin," he said. "They usually put me on offense but..." he trailed off for a moment. "Anyway, that was a pretty impressive stunt you pulled."

"Thanks," she said. Izzie couldn't help but feel a little self conscious as she ran her hand down the awkward blonde streak in her hair. "It wasn't really a part of the plan, but...Yeah."

It wasn't that she had a particular crush on Charlie or anyone for that matter. But to be fair, he was tall, handsome and charming.

He laughed lightly and smiled. "Well I should get going. Good talking to you...Izzie, right?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. I'll see you around," Charlie smiled before walking away.

Several hours later, a bit past midnight, Bree Williams woke to a start. She'd awoken from one too many nightmares. They were all about the same thing. About Agnes, about how she'd died protecting her. About how it should have been her instead.

Deciding, she needed some air, Bree grabbed her purple hoodie, pulled it over her head and decided to take a walk around camp. She quickly put on a pair of shoes and closed the door behind her.

Bree took a walk, passing some of the other cabins and turned a corner into a garden-esque area, where she caught sight of a figure, sitting on rock. Who else would be up this late? As she walked closer to the figure on the rock, she saw that it was clearly a boy, he had a lanky build and a long fringe.

"Hello?" she asked.

The figure quickly shot around to face her. She saw it was Ken Nakahashi, son of Apollo. He looked shocked at the sight of seeing someone up this late, out of their cabin, but his features quickly schooled into a flat expression and he nodded.

"Hello," he replied, coolly. Ken was also dressed in his pajamas, but wore a black leather jacket wrapped around his torso. His glance shot to the ground, before looking back up at her. "I should...uh...go."

"No! No," Bree quickly said. "I mean, I was just curious as to why you're up so late."

Ken gave a small smile. "Could say the same about you."

"Weird dream," she said. 'Nightmare, more like.' she thought. "Thought I'd get some air. You?"

"Uh...same," he said.

Bree observed the way he shoved his hands in his pocket and glanced towards a tree as the brief wind blew past them, leaving them slightly more chilly than earlier. He was hiding something, he had a facade of calmness and normality to him, but it was only a facade, a wall. She could tell. If Bree could tell real magic from a con, than she could tell he was hiding something.

"What was it about?" she probed. "Your dream."

"Oh, nothing important," Ken's tone suddenly became colder, more reserved, distant. But Bree could see his eyes, they were on fire. Rage?

"It's okay," she said.

"It's nothing," he responded again, his teeth gritting from the cold blast. "I should get back to my cabin."

Without another word, he turned his back and headed towards the Apollo cabin and away from her.

As he walked away, Bree struggled to understand what had happened. From what she knew, Ken wasn't a jerk at all. But he was very reserved, silent. He kept to himself and a mall group of friends. She must have hit a sore spot when she'd caught him sitting alone on the rock.

As Ken slipped back under the covers of his bed in the Apollo cabin. He knew he had probably come off as a jerk, he'd apologize tomorrow. But when that happened, when he'd wake up in cold sweat at the recollection of his mother's death, of Paul's death. Seeing them like that, remembering how his stomach dropped and how he'd wanted to barf, as if the expelling what was in his guts would erase the memory.

"I still can't believe we lost that game," Ava stewed from her bunk in the Athena cabin.

Justin, who happened to sleep on a bunk close to hers, rolled over, trying to place his pillow over his ears so he couldn't hear his half sister's complaining about the loss of capture the flag.

"Let it go, Ava. For everyone's sake, please let it go."

"I don't know how Izzie Wate just slipped through everyone's fingers. How many people did we have on offence. Seven? Eight?"

"Ava, I will pay you if you stop talking," Justin moaned. While he was normally a good, friendly, patient guy, it was late and he really wanted to catch some sleep, it had been a long day.

The only response he got was a scoff and a roll of eyes.

"Sure, I'll let you get back to dreaming about Charlotte," she smirked. "Speaking of whom, are you ever going t ask her out?"

"We. Are. Just. Friends," he replied slowly. "I don't know how many times I can say that to you before you'll get it."

"Maybe when the two of you stop acting like love sick idiots, dancing around each other all the time."

"We're just friends," Justin repeated. Although, he couldn't help the image of her and her wavy brown hair blowing in the wind coming to his mind.

"If you think you've been friendzoned, Justin, you need your head checked."

The seemingly endless night passed and morning broke over Camp Half Blood. The campers gathered at the dining pavilion for breakfast. At the Hermes table, Parker smriked and nudged Charlie.

"What?"

"You didn't tell me you were into Izzie Wate?" Parker said with a smirk on his face.

"Into her? Where did you get that idea?" Charlie said tossing his eggs into his mouth.

"Oh really? You wanna play this game?" Parker raised a brow and then raised his hands in the police surrender position. "Alright, alright," he cleared his throat loudly. "That stunt you pulled was really awesome even though my team lost, look at me, Izzie, I'm from England and I love my hair," Parker mimicked in a fake, poorly done, British accent.

"Keep your voice down," Charlie shushed him. "If the Aphrodite cabin thinks I'm into , they will proceed to rain down all hell on my very non existent love life."

"Non existent that we know of," Parker said.

Suddenly, the chatter and eating stopped. The pavilion went quiet as all eyes turned to the unclaimed camper, Luna Nightfox. As she swallowed a piece of bacon, she glanced around, curious as to why everyone was looking at her.

"What's happening?" she looked up, to see something floating on top of her head. A hologram of some kind. A bow and arrow at the top of her head.

"What's going on?" Luna asked, clearly confused.

"Hail, Luna Nightfox, daughter of Apollo," Chiron said.

Shortly after the whole concept and details of claiming were explained to Luna, she took her seat at the Apollo table with the rest of her newly discovered siblings, talking about archery, poetry and chariot racing.

Once breakfast was done and the claiming hoo ha had died down, everyone proceeded to their regular activities. The climbing wall, archery, sword fighting, the usual stuff.

Despite being a son of Apollo and being on of the best archers in the cabin, Ken seemed to get along with the Hermes cabin more than anyone else. But before he went to go hang out with them, he had to take care of something first.

"Hey Bree," he said, approaching the girl with fizzy hair.

She turned around. "Hi," she replied plainly.

"Look, I ah, I wanted to apologize for last night. I know I came off as a total jerk and I wanted to say I'm sorry. I know you were just trying to be helpful."

A small smile came to Bree's face and she nodded her head. "Well...thank you."

Ken shrugged and a small essence of a smile came to his face. "It's just it had to do with stuff about my past and when things get into my past...I get kind of... he shook his head, trailing off. "It doesn't matter. But uh, yeah, I just wanted to apologize."

"Apology accepted," she said, smiling.

"Great. Well, I'll be going."

Not five minutes after Ken left the scene to go practice his archery. Bree came across Chris Hughes. He had his nose half buried into a book and his eyes partially drifting at other campers.

Perhaps came across wasn't the right word. More like bumped into, was more appropriate. Collided actually.

The two got to their feat, with Chris rapidly apologizing, as he stood up, he offered his hand to Bree, who took it as she got up.

"Sorry, so sorry about that," he apologized. "I really gotta look where I'm going. Sorry."

"It's fine," Bree assured him as she dusted herself off. "What are you reading?"

"Hmmm? Oh! Right! Uh, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea," he said, showing her the front cover.

"Jules Verne?"

"Yeah. My dad used to love his books," Chris explained. "Actually, I was coming to find you," Chris began.

"Really? Why?"

"Well, I was sorta wondering if you wanted to maybe...hang out...later. I mean there are a bunch of stuff that some of the other cabins are planning on..."

The part of his brain that calculated chance then proceeded to kick in.

60% Chance of her asking it this is a date.
25% Chance of her saying no altogether
10% Chance of her saying yes with no further questions
5% Chance of other reactions.

"You mean, like a date?" she furrowed her brow slightly.

"A date?" Chris nearly choked. "Well, I guess it could be like a...no not exactly...Unless that's what you want! But if you, you know not, it can be just two people, hang-hanging out."

25% Chance she'll say you're a blubbering idiot
40% Chance of her saying nothing out of politeness
13% Chance of her rejecting you outright
10% Chance of her finding this whole thing cute
2% Chance of other reactions

"I should shut up I'm turning into a blubbering idiot."

Bree chuckled. "It's okay. But yeah, it'll be cool to hang out later."

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

"Great! Great, so, I'll catch you later?"

"Yeah. See you then."

"See you."

Chris walked away, unsure if he had scored himself a date or just a cute girl who felt bad for him to hang out. Either way, it wasn't too bad. As he walked away, he saw Daniel Anderson.

46% Chance you just got a date.
38% Chance she just felt bad for you
16% Chance of other reactions.

"Daniel! Hey, Dan!" Chris caught up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh hey, Chris. What's up?"

"I think I got a date."

"You think?"

"Well..." Chris went on to explain what had happened five minutes ago to Daniel, who couldn't help chuckling at some parts and raising his brows at others and nodding at the overall story.

"So do you think I got a date or not?" he asked.

Daniel furrowed his brow a bit, before answering the question. "I'm not really the best one to ask for this. But come with me," he said.

"Why? Where are we going?"

"To see the master of girls at the armory."

AN: Well those were a few perspective couples. If you think anything is really off please tell me and I can try to fix it. Tell me who do you think is good together or feel free to offer any suggestions. Next chapter I think I may introduce a quest so tell me who should be in it.

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