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Christopher was finally back at camp…was this a good thing? He wasn’t sure. Two weeks ago, he had broke up with the person he loved. Or loved. He didn’t give a crap about her anymore. Well, he told himself this. A small voice in the back of his mind was telling him that this wasn’t true, but he ignored it.

Anyway, it was hard for Chris to get away from the news of his break up at camp. His parents – well, foster-parents – had realized just from his sudden appearance at their doorstep that he and Isabella had broke up so they hadn’t mentioned it. His sibling and friend’s, however, hadn’t shut up about it. His group of friends had been waiting to see Chris off at camp’s entrance, knowing that he would leave when he was upset.

Stupid Keller; telling them all about the split. Chris could’ve have killed him…but he didn’t…because he loved Keller. Aww, bromance. Wasn’t it beautiful?

It looked like Chris had got over it however, and he felt like he had at least. He had had things…done to him. Things that he knew he never would have been able to do if he had still been dating Isabella. Things that…couldn’t be removed. Ever. His parents had had a fit when they had seen it, but Chris didn’t care. It wasn’t as if they could ground him, could they? Chris now had a new tattoo- which he had got done illegally, seeing as he was only sixteen – and both of his ear-lobes had been stretched, and now sported two metal flesh tubes. You could literally see though a hole in his ear.

He and Keller had thought it was awesome. Kyle and Cole had nearly been sick. Wimps.

Anyway, Chris walked down the side of the arena, the gravel crunching beneath his Vans. He kept his dark curly locks back from his light brown eyes by wearing a snap-back, his Dre headphones blearing into his ears. Thank you, Mom. Well, foster-Mom. His real Mother – Aphrodite – had never done crap for him.

He didn’t really know why he was in the arena. Just to get away from his friends and siblings, really. He was pretty distant from the world right now anyway, seeing as all he could hear was 2Pac’s Changes being pumped into his ears.

Chris, who had been staring blindly at a spot of the ground before him, jumped a mile when an arrow hit there, almost taking off his toe. He jumped back, his new Dre's almost falling off his head, along with his snap-back. Thank Gods they didn't fall, or else he woupd have been angry.

Chris looked up when someone called an apoligy, about to frown when he realised that the girl was pretty. Almost as pretty as Isabella, in his eyes. It took a.second for Chris to remind himself that he didn't have Isabella to hold him back. He could do what he wanted. Like right now.

Popping a minty chewing gum into his mouth to ensure that his breath didn't smell of ciggarettes, Chris lowered his beats off his ears, resting around his neck instead, still playing so Chris could still hear his music faintly. He pulled the arrow from the ground, making his way over to the girl, and flirtacious grin on his face.

"It's alright; no harm done. Try again, this time, raise you elbow higher, like this." Chris smiled, handing the girl the arrow before tanding behind her, towering over her. He put his handbunder her bare elbow, gently lifting up her arm like had instructed, his other hand underneath her outstretched arm that was gripping the bow, holding it straight.

The corners of Chris’ mouth twitched up into a smug smile when the arrow flew threw the air and nearly hit the bull’s-eye. “Perfect.” He laughed briefly, stepping back an inch from the girl when she turned, letting his hands fall to his sides, one hand slipping into the pocket of his SuperDry shorts. He wasn’t dressed for the arena, seeing as he had only been passing through and he really, really hoped that nothing would get wrecked, seeing as he was wearing some pretty expensive stuff.

“Name’s Christopher.” The son of Aphrodite introduced with an extended hand. Maybe it was a Aphrodite thing, or whether it was just a Chris thing, but for some reason he liked to shake someone’s hand when they met them. If it was a girl, he could make a move straight away by doing this. Maybe he should re-phrase that last bit; if it was a totally-smoking-hot girl. “What’s your name, beautiful?” He asked, shamelessly flirting with the girl.

His light brown eyes moved over the girl, down to her feet before back to her face, his smirk faltering when they glanced over her shoulders, seeing something that made his heart flutter and stomach turn at the same times, forcing him to feel slightly sick. Great, what was she doing here? He had to move on! That’s what he was doing right now, with this totally-smoking-hot girl. Jeez.

Whoa, wait. Does Isabella look angry? Oh my Gods, she does. Is she? No, she can’t be…but what if…hang on…not going beg…totally-smoking-hot…was she jealous?! Hm…maybe. Did Chris want her back? No…maybe…not sure. Maybe it was time for him to have a bit a fun, at Isabella’s expense. He felt a pang of guilt erupt in his stomach, knowing that she was probably going to get hurt, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was called moving on. He had already tried to sow people that he didn’t care about ‘living long’ or any of this bull about ‘looking after your body’. Too late for that, seeing as he smoked, frequently drank, had about three tattoos and had a bald guy that was high of weed put holes in his ear-lobes. And he was still only sixteen. He supposed he should start being a good-boy…

Huh, yeah right. Where was the freaking fun in that?

Chris’ gaze returned to the girls face, smiling down at her again and not knowing whether Isabella had seen. He didn’t know whether he was doing this to make her jealous or whether it was because he wanted to flirt with this girl.

Did it really matter? Nope, not really.

Keeping his eyes fixed on Opal’s, Chris brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it attentively. For a split second, his eyes flickered to Isabella to see if she had been watching before returning to Opal’s face. “I have always wanted to do that.” Chris explained with a sweet smile, letting go of her hand again and straightening.

Pulling his iPod out of his pocket quickly, Chris scrolled through his songs, deciding to play Sexy love by Ne-Yo. He tried not to laugh also, seeing as the music coming out of his headphones around his next was playing full blast, so there was no doubt that Opal would be able to hear it. Well it wasn’t just Ne-Yo singing, it was a mash-up of that song and one of Justin Bieber’s. Chris didn’t like Bieber, but he didn’t dislike him, you get me? Free advertisement here.

“You can call me anything you like, whenever you like.” Chris winked, trying not to look at Isabella but it was hard, seeing as she had just thrown something that had glistened in the light, catching his eyes. What the hell was that? He wasn’t sure so he shrugged it off, feeling annoyed with her. Couldn’t she go somewhere and get a life? Jeez.

Chris regretted his past thoughts about her; slagging her off. He didn’t know why he was acting like this. He was nice really. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but it was too late now. Maybe she had moved on. Myabe Chris could commit a murder upon whoever she had moved on to. Maybe.

Reaching his hand forward, Chris impulsively brushing back her brown bangs that were falling into her face, and tucking a loose strand of her hair behind one of her ears. “So, beautiful, who’s your God parent?”

Chris didn’t really care, he only hoped that she had been claimed. Because, if she hadn’t been claimed, then there was a chance that she could be an Aphrodite. She was definitely super-mega-hot-sexily-foxy-hot-awesome enough to be one of his sister. He really hoped she wasn’t.

Chris, who had been looking into Opal’s eyes, raised his eyebrows when he noticed the colour change. Whoa, awesome. Chri put his hand over his heart, faking hurt. ”Ouch. You really can’t guess? Just hurt me feelings, why don’t you.”

Chris laughed briefly, dropping his hand again and smiling at her to show that he obviously wasn’t serious. “Son of Aphrodite, at your service.” Chris told her in a fake British accent, bowing slightly. He didn’t feel like an idiot, because this was how he normally got a girl; by using these exact lines. Well…except the time when he had called himself Edward Cullen instead…but that had been an exception, a one off.

Chris tried to ignore Isabella, but it was hard considering that he was laughing a lot right behind Opal. With a small eye roll, he took the bow off Opal, handing it to a small camper that was passing by. The boy grinned and ran off the go get himself a arrow.

“Follow me.” Chris told Opal nicely yet seductively, taking her hand, which was smaller in comparison to his yet they were both soft; seeing as Chris’ skin was, like, perfect. Leading her by pulling on her hand, Chris passed Isabella. To his surprise, he smiled at her as he passed, the smile half smug and half challenging. However, his eyes were clouded with guilt.

Stopping by the side of the arena, where the mats covered to ground. He led her to the centre of the mats, letting go of her hand and pulling his headphones and iPod out of his pocket, putting them a metre away on the ground by his feet. He doubted anyone would take them whilst he was preoccupied; he would hunt them down and kill them if they did. They were probably too scared to as well, seeing as he was 6”2, muscular and looked like he harassed old women and nicked cars for a living.

But he didn’t because he was a nice person. Most of the time.

Turning back to Opal, he wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way, yet the gesture was challenging. In a playful way, of course. Clapping his hands, he stood in front of Opal, straightening his hat on his head so his hair would stay out of his eyes. He had a feeling, however, that if she got him down successfully, then his hat would obviously fall off. Whatever. “Try and get me down. Come on.” Chris winked, just wanting Opal to get him down so he had a innocent-ish opportunity to kiss her when she had pinned him down. Or he had pinned her down…

The son of Aphrodite couldn't stop his laughter from slipping past his lips as he watched Opal think. She was so cute when she thought. Obviously, she could never compare to...her. No-one ever would.

Chris had no clue why he hadn't went to cabin six as soon as he returned to camp. Got down on his knees and begged for her to take him back. Begged until she gave him another chance. Chris didn't know why he hadn't done this. Maybe it was...just because he didn't want her back.

Maybe it was because he needed to know that she loved him first.

His thoughts were cut when Opal attacked him, and all he could then focus on was wrestling with this totally-sexy-hot-awesome girl. He laughed again at her pathetic attempt to get him down, onoy making his stumble slightly before standing straight again. Now it was his turn. With one hand on her back, and the other quickly grabbing her thigh, her tipped her backwards. She would have hurt herself if he hadn't kept his hand on her back and lowered her on the mat.

Chris, once he and Opal were both on the mats, pinned down her hands above her head, sitting on her legs so she couldn't kick him if she wanted. "I win." Chris grinned down at her, an idea forming in his head. Before he could think it over, he leaned down, kissing Opal gently on the lips.

Holy crap! Chris almost died when the arrow shot at his hat, narrowly hitting his head. He winched as Isabella swore and yelled at him, keeping his eyes tight shut. When he heard Opal speak, he opened his eyes, seeing Isabella storm off in the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry. Yes, we used to date...but we broke up a few...whatever. But no, she doesn't love me. She never did." Chris told Opal, his face still close to hers and pinning her down. This was wrong. Why was he doing this? This was wrong. "I'm sorry...I have to see if she's alright. Wait here, okay?"

Quickly getting off Opal, he brushed his dark locks from before his eyes. Chris grabbed his head phones and iPod from the ground, putting his headphones around his neck and his iPod in his pocket before breaking into a run after Isabella, not taking long to catch up to her.

He grabbed her arm quickly and gently, stopping her before she could walk out of the arena. He didn't care thst shhe had almost nearly killed him! He hd just kissed another girl right in front of her. "Isabella. Please. Can we just...start again?" Chris asked her pleadingly, practically begging.

Chris didn't think she loved him, but he still loved her.

Did you know that if a guy is kicked or hit too hard...there then he can die? Or there is a possibility that he might not have kids? Or have cancer? He might never be able to do a lot of things if her was kicked there hard enough. The chances of this happening to him are rare, but it still happen to boys andmen all over the world.

Chris fell the his knees, clutching his you know as his forehead pressed against the hard ground, not being able to concentrate on anything but the pain. Hot tears streamed down his face quickly from the pain, feeling as if he was going be sick...but he couldn't.

With his heart beatingly violently in his chest, and not being able to move, Chris heard Isabella continue to talk, but couldn't process what she was saying. It felt like a knife was twisting into his lower body, as if it was on fire. He had been hit there before, but never this hard.

"Isabella. Please don't leave me." He sobbed, not being able to stop himself. He couldn't move. The pain was becoming unbearable. He just cried on the dirty ground, biting the inside of his cheek to try and divert some of the pain....it didn't work.

Chris continued to cry. feeling stupid. Having said that, most men cried when they were hit in a certain place hard enough, so he knew that he had the excuse. Blood started to form in his mouth and he finally realised how hard he had been biting his lip.

Feeling a wave of sickness come over him again, he worked hard to be sick. He felt Chris crying into his back, ad all he wanted to do was turn and hug her but he couldn't move, only feeling pain when he did. He spat out blood and saliva, hot tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"I'm s-s-sorry." He cried, starting to shake like mad and hyperventilate ontop of everything else. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Or Opal. I d-didn't know what I was thinking. I-I-I might not be able to h-have kids!" He exclaimed, finally getting to grips on what had happened.

Moaning as Isabella rolled him over, he spat out more blood, the tears sloeing down down his cheeks yet were still flowing. It had hurt. A lot. He could imagine how much it hurt to give birth. Then times that by a million and that is how much it hurt right now.

"I-I think you might of hit me a little too hard in...a more delicate spot." Chris told her between gasps. Wincing, Chris sat up and cussed loudly, one hand still clutching his you-know-what, the other arm going around Isabella. He pulled her into a one armed-hug, which was difficult seeingbas he attention was pretty much somewhere else right now.

Burying his face in her neck, he realised how much he was sweating and had been crying. Whoa. She really hoped she wouldn't do this again when noticed his stretched ear-lobes, or else he would probably never have a Father. "I'm s-so sorry. I-I love you." Chris told her, still not opening his eyes. She had just nearly shot an arrow through his brain and may have wrecked his chances of ever having children. He was such a nice person for forgiving her.