Follow The Olympians - ElevenThe scars on my palms were deep. I grew to know them, and now at this age, they've faded. But I trace the spots. Even go over them in red sharpie as I prepare for the day ahead of me. But I knew these scars by heart, like I knew my brothers and my friends."Good job, Jackson!""Hey Gemma, want to hang out with us?""Sweet waves, Gem!""How do you get your hair so silky?"'Generic good-job comment!'My face was as red as a turnip when I staggered through the marshy ground in camp, my boots making a 'Slosh, Slosh, Slosh' noise. Nico walks up besides me. "I don't want to talk right now, Nico." I say.He sighs. "I have to talk to you."
I love you too. <33
Suits patrick.
And hopefully not.