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It had been a week and a half since Valentine's day. Things had been going pretty well for Navia. Luke was just hoping she wouldn't get too used to it, because soon everything would be going to shit.

Luke was keeping an eye on her, only telling her things she absolutely needed to know. "Percy, Annabeth, and Grover think Clarisse stole the master bolt." He brings up.

She looks a bit hesitant to answer. "Then tell them it's not her." He furrows his eyebrows. That was definitely not the response he wanted. "I think she did too. I mean it makes sense." She shakes her head.

"Clarisse is the lighting thief." Luke tells her. "Why are you lying? It's not her." Navia says.

"Tell that to Percy! She stole the bolt and blamed it on him. It explains her random hatred for him." She couldn't argue anymore. He was right, it made sense.

"You're right. It does make sense." She was confused as to why she defended Clarisse in the first place. It's not like she needed to be defended.

mya speaks !
short chap (unfortunately)

this one was kinda fun to write

ANYWAY

have a good day
stay healthy
rewatch pjo
and i love you