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multiple times. Multiple. Times.
Multiple times the Stolls have pranked the athena cabin. Malcolm could understand why people hated them. More specifically why the athena cabin hated them. Butttt… Malcolm couldn't really hate Connor. Not really.
More so the fact he had impending, and dooming feelings he had for him then them being… friends?
I mean, yeah he kinda hated having feelings for him, hated the fact that he was literally a mess but perfect in every way, hated loving him, but at the same time, he felt guilty for not wanting to have feelings for him! Not like that would change him liking the boy.
Annabeth almost knew immediately, as in like after the manhattan war.Until Percy went missing! but he is fine now and gaeas defeated but…Honestly. Even after the wars Malcolm was still kinda having trouble accepting he literally liked a Stoll. A Stoll. Out of all the people. A STOLL.
Ever since Annabeth left for college and he was literally made the cabin counselor, literally everything went wrong.
everything.
I mean really how do you deal with a very dooming crush on a hermes kid who your cabin is probably known for hating hermes kids in general, apollo de-becoming a literal god. And also being a cabin counselor. (Although it's definitely not worse than most demigod problems, it kinda sucks)
Malcolm sighed leaning back in his chair. Connor really was gonna be the death of him. He clicked his pen as he stared at the blue prints laid out in front of him on his desk, he couldn't even finish a blueprint with everything that's happened over like a year. Honestly he couldn't know how Annabeth survived this. It's not even like he had much to do.
Katie usually helped him with some of his blueprints, but now she's gone and so is Annabeth off to actually have lives. His thoughts drifted back to a pretty Hermes kid that has definitely lock picked into his mind somehow and stupidly set up his stupid hermes kid annoyingness and made Malcolm actually have a godsdamn crisis.
I mean really how can he be so perfect and such a dumbass at the same time. Like really? Is this how Annabeth felt during her years of pining over Percy? Malcolm was surprised Annabeth didn’t get driven insane.
Malcolm pushed up his glasses before scooting his chair out from his desk and getting up. Maybe, just maybe, a walk would help clear his mind instead of sitting here all day not getting any work done because of stupid feelings!
He pushed his chair in before walking outside the athena cabin and closing the door. Thankfully the coast was clear of a certain brunette.
Malcolm stuffed his hands in his pockets before walking off. The dying grass crunched under his feet as he walked on, the coldness was surprisingly harsh. Maybe he should have brought a jacket with him. Stupid thoughts getting distracted.
The blonde had ended up humming trying to get rid of those pesky little thoughts away from a certain someone. Although obviously it wasn't working. He grumbled under his breath as his thoughts drifted back to the boy. An image was sitting in his mind of him, his fluffy hair, messy and covering his face with that smirk of his.
I mean like, what the fuck? This boy can't stop being so perfect can't he? Gods how he hated him!
Looking up at his surroundings it seemed he was near the combat arena. How the hell did his thoughts keep him so caught up that he made it here? Whatever. Malcolm kept walking towards the strawberry fields. But just as he continued walking he heard a certain voice. Godsdammit.
He turned to see Connor Stoll waving at him and running over. Fucking hell.