The Third Camp Trilogy: The Final War?

Chapter sixty two: Neptuna

I was standing in the infirmary, Carrie entered followed by Annabeth. Then Chris smirked and walked over to me.

"Hey babe." He flirted.

"Chris, go away." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, you're playing hard-to-get, I see how it is."

"Go away."

He dipped me like a dancer then leaned in for a kiss.

Carrie came up, punched him in the face then helped me up.

"Hey Nep, I see you have met Chris." He smirked and pulled Chris up by the scruff of his neck.

I blushed, but I assumed it was hard to notice, seeing as I was still bleeding, and also still wearing the bandana over my face.

"Hey bro." Chris tried to slow the bleeding from his nose.

"Shut up, I wasn't talking to you." Carrie growled.

"Oh my gods, it's like watching you argue with yourself!" I laughed quietly.

I didn't want to speak loud enough for anyone to figure out who I am.

"No it's not, we are nothing alike." Carrie glared at Chris.

"I disagree, the only difference is that Wallace likes me more than you." Chris smirked.

"Did I say you could speak?" Carrie growled.

"Still got those scars?"

Even I cringed.

"Come on." Carrie snarled and pulled Chris to his cabin.

Of course, I followed.

"Reyna!" He boomed, I've never seen him this angry.

"What? What? I'm here!" She yelled and emerged from behind the mini-fridge with a hot chocolate in hand.

"Is this the prisoner that you neglected to tell me about?" He demanded.

She blinked. "Of course not."

"Knock it off Chris." Carrie hit him upside the head.

"Hey, I'm out of practice." He argued.

"And you're going to stay that way."

"Come on grouchy pants, don't be like that!"

"Go put on the— what did I say, knock it off. Go put on the hat."

"No. Not the hat. I hate the hat."

"Go put it on." He crossed his arms.

"Same spot?" Chris sighed.

"Same spot."

Chris walked past Reyna, went into Carrie's desk then pulled something out and sat down.

"Put it on."

"I don't wanna." He crossed his arms.

"Chris." Carrie warned.

He huffed then put on a baseball hat.

I snorted and covered the section of my bandana that covered my mouth.

A white baseball hat with one black word stitched into the fabric, 'Idiot'.

"That part was my idea, the rest was all the children of Vulcan and Hephaestus." Carrie smirked.

"Still sticking with the greek and roman gods?" Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, aren't you?"

"Nah, I chose the greeks."