Why? Is someone jealous? [PRIVATE]

Slamming the door to his cabin shut behind him, Keller ran down the steps before his building and onto the stone floor of the courtyard. Wearing only a pair of shorts, sleeveless white shirt and black Vans, it was obvious that Keller was enjoying the boiling heat that had been of late.

Stopping in the middle of the courtyard for a minute, Keller sat down on one of the benches, looking casual and relaxed. He was pretty chilled but he was still struggling to get over his...breakup. It helped that he wasn't able to let his feelings show, seeing as he now had another girlfriend. Damn, his love life was screwed up.

Closing his eyes and draping his arms over the back of the bench, Keller told himself that In a minute he would get off his lazt butt and go knock for Belle. Maybe take her for a spin in his Jaguar, and head Into the city. Gods that just reminded him of Genevieve, and their first date.

Keller was a mess to let this happen to him, but he tried to shrug It off at least.

Keller's eyes opened In sunrise when someone tripped over his legs, and he pulled them back in instinctively, watching the girl fall back on her butt. He swallowed the lump in the back of his throat when he realised that this girl was Genevieve.

Pushing his emotions of his face, he continued to smirk whilst leaning forward so his elbows were resting on his knees, his hands dangling towards the ground. He raised an eyebrow at Genevieve, trying to act like everything was perfect normal...but it wasn't. "Uh...hey, Eve." He said, biting his lip.

After a moment he laughed, holding his hand out to Genevieve to help her to her feet If she so wished it. "Maybe you should try to avoid walking backwards." He joked, trying to smooth things over. After a kokejt of smirking down at her, he frowned, his voice turning even deeper and more serious. "So...how have you been?" Keller asked quietly, his dark brown eyes concerned yet annoyed at the same time.

Keller's his hand stayed extended for another moment before he pulled it back, shaking his head with a small and bitter laugh as he looked away. Well, someone was grown up about this situation. Not. He couldn't believe that he was trying to be the better and bigger person In this situaion. Keller still loved Genevieve with all his heart, but he really liked Belle. He wasn't trying to hurt anyone, but only mend his broken heart.

Whoa, he was so selfish; he and Genevieve were a match made in...somewhere.

Leaning back in the bench and stretching out his legs again, Keller continued to look like he owned the place. He may as well, seeing as he had gotten into a fight with at least one person from these cabins In the last month.

He felt his heart break when Eve said that she was fine, yet kept his smirk on his lips all the same. The son of Athena made a glance towards his girlfriend's cabin, wondering when he woule be able to see Belle and so his mind was helped taken off of Genevieve.

"Yeah. I've been...great." He smiled, half true even though he missed her more then he had ever missed anyone before in his life. "I've...um...been out of camp a few times, got into a few fights...same old, same old." Keller shrugged, shooting another glance at the ice-cabin and wishing that his girlfriend would make an appearence.

As if his thoughts and wishes had been read, his current girlfriend Belle suddenley made an appearence, looking more nervous than a turkey on Thanks-giving. He riaked a glance at Genevieve quickly, knowing how opposite these too girls were. Genevieve was loud, Belle was quiet. Genevieve was hot-heated, Belle was considerate.

This wasn't a good combination.

Reaching forward and taking Belle's hand when she was close enough, Keller pulled her gently onto the bench besides him, pulling her into his side as he large hand rested on her hip. The son if Athena kissed Belle's cheek lightly, knowing that his ex-girlfriend was right there but not able to stop himself.

"Missed you, babe." Keller brweathed in Belle's ear with a grin before turning to face Genevieve, raising an eyebrow as If challenging her to kick off or say something. Before she could, Keller continued to introduce them both. "Belle, this is Eve-I mean; Genevieve. Jenny, this is my girlfriend Belle." He tried not to sound smug, but it failed. The Demigod also didn't notice that he had called Genevieve 'Jenny', which was some thing he sometimes blurted out around her.

Oh Gods, Keller had made Genevieve upset again, this time half-intentionally. He watched as she walked away, not.living until she was a fair few metres away from them, trying not to care about her but it was... hard.

Kissing Belle's forehead quickly, Keller jumped up and jogged after the girl he loved, gently grabbing her wrist and stopping her from going any farther. Realising that she was about to start crying, Keller clenched his jaw for a moment before looking around at the many Demigod's that were looking at them as they just stood there in the middle of the courtyard.

Making a 'be right back' gesture to Belle, Keller quickly dragged Genevieve with timeout of sight behind his own cabin, pushing her against the walll lightly and trapping her their with his own body, frowning down at her out of confusion, frustration and pain. He didn't know what the hell was up with her. "Jenny, you broke up with me, remember?" He reminded quietly through gritted teeth, making sure Genevieve couldn't walk away by trapping her against the wall. "Why are you being like this? I don't...understand...?"

Yeah, Keller wasn't fast when it came to love and romance.

His face remaining as readable as an open book, Keller went through the emotions. First brief anger, which was replaced but confusion and annoyence, which was eventually changed to love, confusion and distraught.

He brown eyes watching Genevieve for as long as possible, Keller felt a pang of sadness and regret as he knew that this was what love was meant to be like, or whst he thought it was anyway. The fact that Keller's heart seemed to have a fit In his chest whenever Genevieve was touching him. The way her smile lit up a dark room and was as contagious as the black plague. How just a word from her beautiful lips could silence a group. How Keller would be able to spot her in a crowd if thousands and no other girl, not even Belle, would be able to live up to this. Genevieve was the reason he was alive; as essential to him as air or food. Losing her would be like an Armagedddon.

But Keller had already let her slip through his fingers, and he had a very slim chance if retaining her heart again.

"I still don't understand, Eve." He said slowly, speaking softly and gently due to him considering his...empiphany, If you will. "I never meant to hurt you. I'm not trying to hurt you now. I don't understand why you're getting so worked up over this..." Keller told her, keeping pressed against her to make sure she didn't run and because he...just needed it.

Still pressed up against Genevieve, Keller propped his arm up against the wall above Genevieve’s head, resting his forehead against his skin as he got in her line of sight. His dark eyes calculated her expression, his mind going over her words in frustration. Keller still liked her. Like, immensely. It was ridiculous. She was all he thought about; before he slept, after he slept, she was in his dreams, whilst surfing.

He even thought of her when he was in the shower, which was slightly…creepy…

Biting his lip, Keller’s thoughts returned to Belle. Great. Awesome. Keller really liked her. Like, really liked her. He could imagine her to be somebody that he could be close to, and tell everything to. They didn’t argue, and they had a lot in common, unlike Genevieve and he. Maybe he had leapt head first into a mistake with Belle, and he accepted full responsibility, but he wasn’t sure what he was meant to do now.

Well, he didn’t know what clever thing he was going to do now. He only knew what stupid thing he could do…if that made sense?

“B-b-but…I can’t.” He stuttered loudly before bringing down the volume again so he wasn’t heard. The sun glared down at his back and, even though he was only wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, Keller was already getting too hot for his skin; sweaty. “You’re the one who left me. And I was happy. I was happy with you, Eve.” He breathed, his voice deep and shaky.

With his other hand, Keller slowly reached up to twirl Genevieve’s curly hair around his shaking finger, letting his dark eyes go to her hair before her eyes again, wondering if she would slap him if he kissed her. Probably, that’s why he didn’t. He was pushing it by trapping her and playing with her hair, so she would probably kick him in the nuts if he tried to go any further.

Keller frowned for a moment before taking a step back, knowing that Genevieve would probably use her stupid, twisted power on him because she was…physco. He raised his large hands in surrender for a moment before biting his lip, not wanting her to leave.

“We need to talk about this, Genevieve.” Keller told her sternly, lightly grabbing her wrist but with enough strength that she wouldn’t be able to leave him. He had to talk to her. It wasn’t an option. He couldn’t go on any longer without talking it out with her. It needed to be sorted.

“I thought that, seeing as you’re a child of Aphrodite, you wanted everyone to be in love, right?” He said, trying to speak logical and weighing up his argument and hers. “Then why are you treating me any differently? I’m in love…but not with Belle.” He whispered the last bit.

Although there was a risk that she would use charm-speak on him, Keller pulled her back to him, trapping her against the wall again, not able to stop himself. With both of his hands resting on the wall on either side of her head, Keller slowly leaned down, hesitating for a split second before kissing Genevieve lightly on the lips.

Having not expected It, Keller's head jerked to the side as Genevieve slapped him, rubbing his jaw in pain as he gritted his teeth. Wincing as Genevieve yelled at him, Keller could only watch her leave him, about to reply when Belle came around the corner, looking distraught.

Reaching out to her for a moment, Keller quickly pulled his hand back to his sides, knowing where this was going. Honesty, had their relationship ever even begun? Belle had been the rebound of Eve's rejection, which wasn't a good relationship-builder in the first place. And it didn't help that Keller didn't really see Belle as the type of girl he would end up with in future years.

No, there was only one girl - other then Megan Fox - that Keller ever pictured himself with, and she was walking away from him right now.

Keeping his dark eyes fixed on his feet, Keller folded his muscular arms across his chest, feeling depressed and ashamed at himmself for starting and being the cause of all this just because of his sexual frustration. Damn hormones making Keller go all...stupid.

"I love her, Belle. I'm sorry," He whispered, looking up at her slowly and begging her for forgiveness, or at least a shred of understanding. "We can't be together any longer, I'm sorry." Leaning forward, Keller kissed Belle'a forehead again briefly before turning, springing into his cabin and slamming the door behind him In anger.