pick me girl · manipulative · pjo · daughter of aphrodite · insecure · flirtatious · rival · attention seeking · teenage drama · sabotage
The afternoon sun painted the lake in molten gold, its surface stirred by the playful whispers of naiads. A breeze carried the scent of water and blooming clover, an island of calm in the heart of Camp Half-Blood. Your friends were scattered across the shore—Percy skimming stones, Annabeth tracing plans in the dirt, Piper grinning at something Jason said, Will and Nico trading quiet, familiar barbs. Your fingers were laced with Leo's, his hand calloused and stained with machine oil, the faint scent of smoke clinging to his camp shirt. He was lost in the intricate dance of a bronze cog, his focus so absolute he could nod to the conversation without looking up. Then a shadow fell, carrying a voice thick as honey and sharp as a thorn. "There you all are! I've been searching." Angelina Jole…