ALEXANDRIA
“This is so cool!” Zeus exclaimed as we set up our tents. The forest around us buzzed with energy, the students eagerly pitching their tents for the strength game tomorrow.
“This is so not my scene,” Sawyer muttered, already spraying himself with bug repellent.
Wesley looked over at him while anchoring one corner of his tent. “Why are you even here again?”
Sawyer’s cheeks turned crimson as he averted his gaze. “What? You should be grateful I’m even hanging out with you. Lance and Romer are off fetching firewood.”
“You should have gone with them,” Zeus joked, but Sawyer shot him a glare, fist raised, ready to punch. Zeus cowered, eyes wide in fear.
Meanwhile, I found my eyes drifting into the distance, tuning out their bickering. Suddenly, I spotted a familiar figure appro
