Demigods: New Generation - Jessie 7

Jessie lay in Brody's arms on the couch in The Big House. She gazed at the fire in front of her. She snuggled closer to Brody. Brody was the son of Ares, but he was sweet. To her, anyways. She remembered when they'd met: Brody had been sailing battleships on the Sound and then throwing rocks and flaming bottles of Greek fire at them for nautical strategy when she'd come swimming under them. One rock hit her on the head while she was doing laps of butterfly.

"Ouch!" She burst from the water. She looked at Brody, the water up to his knees. "Watch it, Mr. Anger-Managment!"

Brody looked dumbstruck. He stared at her. She felt a little exposed in her black bikini and white swim shorts. Her pale skin glistened with water. She crossed her willowy arms across her bare chest. She'd always been self-conscious of her body. She never liked changing in front of everyone at the Y. She'd always been skiddish to get undressed at the mall, in the change rooms. But she'd grown out of it. A little.

She scowled at him, trying not to be dumbstruck, too. He was cute with his closely cut, black fo-halk and his tanned skin. His deep blue eyes were compelling.

Not done yet! Sorry, I've been on hiatus from writing because of exams. ~The Wise One ;D &quot;Nuff Said.&quot; 20:31, June 17, 2011 (UTC)