Frank needed to talk to Hazel. He needed to talk to Hazel right then, without any hesitation. His cheeks burned red as he pushed Percy away and ran. A dramatic exit, maybe, but what else was he supposed to do?

It wasn't hard to find her. She had crashed into him as he ran out.

They collided to the ground in a heap of limbs. Hazel groaned from under him. Frank blinked before scrambling to get up.

"Hi Frank," Hazel greeted from under him.

Frank, ungracefully, decided to say something. He needed to be direct, he decided. He needed to come forward and–

"I need to talk to you about me thinking Percy is hot like right now." Frank blurted out.

To be fair, he had had a tough day.

"W-what?" Hazels voice broke.

Shit. Too forward.