Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt- [ B R E N ]

He had tried to be good, and he had tried to be nice. Why were the Gods choosing to torture Keller in this way? Seeing Belle just stirred up memories and emotions that he had tried to erase. He was back with Genevieve now but he still felt disgustingly guilty and dirty whenever he passed the Khione cabin. To have to run into this girl aswell was just the Icing on the metaphorical cake of stupidity.
"-Hey!" Keller yelled after her as she sprinted into the opposite direction, making his mind faulter for a moment or two. His ADHD kicking in extremely fast, the son of Athena broke into a Sprint after the female Demigod. Clutching his shirt in one hand as he ran, Keller's speed and long legs soon meant that he was able to catch up to her, grabbing her wrist, spinning her round and not letting go to stop her from running once more.
Gods, this reminded him on the time they had raced on the beach when they'd first met.
Keller watched Belle for a moment, not knowing what to say before clearing his throat, deciding it best to play it cool and speak In as kind of a voice as possible. Keller's intentions were currently Innocent and respectful, so he wished that Belle wouldn't act like he was a monster or something, because he most certainly wasn't. "Uh...hey Belle, how've you been?" He asked casually as if nothing was wrong, but was still holding her wrist tightly. They had to talk about this, and Keller wasn't up for any games.

Wincing as Keller played In his head, he slowly let go of Belle's wrist, taking a small step away, yet still in reaching, and kicking, distance of her. He gulped lightly, hoping that she wouldn't go that far. He wouldn't hurt her if she did, no he wouldn't even dream of harming a girl, but he would probably scream profanities at her for the rest of his life.
His hands going by the waistbands of his shorts, ready to shield his...delicate area if she did indeed decide to kick him. "Your friend seems...nice..." Keller said sarcasticly, trying not to show any emotion of fear or regret. "You can if you think that me never being able to have children is a suitable punishment." He shrugged said it was nothing, but it really wasn't. Chances were that he would remain unscathed If she kicked him, but he didn't want to risk it. He actually wanted children, but not yet. Hell no.

Relaxing his shoulders slightly, Keller pulled his sleeveless shirt over his bare torso, feeling a moment of deja vu with his shirt off in front of her. He ran his short fingernails over his hair, flattening It down. He didn't feel like speaking it up; not right now. The atmosphere wasn't right for the awesome velocity of his hair.
Frowning, Keller watched Belle as if he had just asked the stupiest thing In the world. "Uh...because I care a out you..." He trailed, speaking as if she was dumb and thick. He really did care aoiut her, even though he didnt love her like he loved Genevieve. She needed to lnow that he cared about her though.

His teeth starting to chatter at the sudden tempreture drop, Keller backed off again, raising his hands In the motion and gesture of a surrender. He didn't know what to do, seeing as he was most likely end up with his butt being kicked if he continued to try and confront this girl he had once kissed so tenderly.
Blowing warm air from his mouth yet not being able to see the mixing of it with the slightly cooler surrounding air, He let his head face the floor, feeling ashamed at himself. It was all his fault, and he was willing to accept that.
"I can't." He told her, deaperate for her to understand. "I'm in too far deep now. I can't let you leave my life!"

Wincing once more as Belle hurtled her insults and anger toward him, Keller could only stand there and freeze his balls off as he shivered from the tempreture drop that Belle seemed to be creating. Rubbing his arms like they did In the movies, Keller was at a loss for words. He had no clue why he had said what he had. He was Mr.Tough-guy. Why was he being emotional?
It made him sick.
Opening his mouth, Keller watched as the snow pilled up around Belle, risking a fearfull glance up to the sky as if it was going to hurl a million razor-sharp Icicles right at him. Keller would not enjoy that sensation. "Can you stop that, please? You actually s-scaring me..." He told her truthfully, knowing that anyone else would be pretty rerrified In his position.
Wanting to embrace yet holding his wants back, Keller remained where he stood, his eyes fixed on her. "Exactly my point! You told me you loved me. Di you think I'm so much of a jerk that I would leave you after you felt that way? I like you, Belle. I Do."