•James•

"Ah!" James yelped, crashing into a small body. A feminine gasp came put of whoever he had landed on- making James bolt upright.

The two bodies still touching near the thighs and lower calfs.

James now in a push up potistion.

"I'm sorry." Both of them exclaimed shyly, James could feel the blood rug to his cheeks. His pale, fair skin quickly turning red- making him like a mutant strawberry.

"It's okay." The voice whispered shyly.

"I-I'm. . . Esme. Esme Love." The small girl said.

James nodded, slowly getting off of the top of her.

He looked up and down her, Esme now standing in front of him.

Her emerald hair was styled in a pixie cut, and her toffee eyes looked at him curiously. "What are you looking at?" She asked, revealing bubblegum pink and cotton candy blue braces.

James just shoo his head, looking t her outfit as he stared at him in confusion.

She was wearing a brown leather jacket, black jeans, a yellow tank top, and some black vans. It looked good on her thicker (NOT ALL GIRLS ARE SKINNY PEOPLE!) frame.

"Excuse me. Could you stop staring? It's rude." She asked him, James blushed.

"S-sorry." He stammered, shakily holding his hand out-he spoke again.

"I'm James Cagel. Welcome to Camp Halfblood Esme."

Esme have him a shy smile, giggling as if he hadn't been staring at her like a doofus, only minutes, earlier.

"Walk with me?" He asked, yawning.

Esme have him a glance, "Shouldn't we get to bed now? It's, like, 6 am. Right?" She asked, looking at the sky.

The sky was in an arrangement of blues, purples, and shades of pink. All the colors meeting at the bright orange, rising sun.

"It's so pretty." She commented, glancing at James. James blushed again, his heart now beating in his chest.

She was beautiful, from her dark coffee bean skin, to her emerald hair. There was no way James could continue the bet now.

Right?