Tainted Love

***a little info for those who haven't read the Heroes of Olympus:

So this takes place at a demigod camp called Camp Half-Blood. Everyone there has a Greek god for a parent and lives in their godly parent's cabin at the camp. Will is the son of Apollo, the god of the sun and healing. Patrick is a son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Will is gifted with Apollo's power of healing. When he heals or, in theory, gets emotional, his freckles shine with sunlight. Hope you like it! :)***

I felt my body slam against the Apollo cabin. His hands were tangling with the curls in my hair. I thought This couldn't be happening, not to me, not with him.

But yet here I was, so I decided to enjoy the moment as best as I could and pressed my lips harder against his.

Patrick, being a child of Aphrodite, knew what he was doing. He fell into a type of rhythm, his hands moving up my body in sink with our lips.

I pushed back against my cabin and he gently kissed my lips. Oh, his lips were so soft. I had thought that me being, well, gay would stop anything like this happening. But every moment with him was becoming better than the last.

I didn't know for sure if Patrick felt the same way until now. Of course I found him attractive, with his dark brown hair and freckles that moved with every motion of his face. The dimples that appeared when he smiles or went in for a kiss were more than swoon worthy.

Every girl wanted to be with him...and so did I.

I felt his breath on my neck as I clutched the back of his shirt. I had always worried that I would never be happy, that I would always just live life in fear of being rejected. But now I know that I can be happy. I can love and have them love me back.

Patrick pulled away looking at the ground and slowly smiled, bringing his freckles to his eyes. He started to laugh a little, which made my freckles glow with sunlight as I blushed. I nervously laughed with him, not knowing what else to do.

"What's so funny?" I asked, hoping it wasn't something I had done.

Patrick looked at me with a completely different face from the one that he pulled me back here with. That one was sweet, kind, loving. This one had poison on the tongue and fire in the eyes.

"I just can't believe," he started as he took a couple of steps back, "that it's finally going to happen."

"What?" I asked as I gave a nervous half smile.

"I'm going to finally complete the right of passage for an Aphrodite child."

I took a step back. I didn't want to believe what I was hearing. All the stupid children of Aphrodite thought they had to complete a "right of passage" to appease their mother.

They had to ruthlessly break a heart. They had to hurt someone so bad that the broken would always feel the loss of that Aphrodite child.

After Piper arrived and she refused to do it, many followed her path. I asked Patrick how he felt about it, not wanting to be the broken heart that completes someone's "right of passage".

He said that he couldn't stand the idea. He said that he would never do that to a person. He said...

"You were really into that, weren't you?" He asked viciously as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I grabbed the back of my father's cabin for support. "Wh-what are you saying?" I half whispered, struggling to hold back tears.

Patrick gave me a look of fake sympathy as he came and cupped my cheek with his hand. "You really do like me, don't you, Will?"

I looked away as he still held my face and a tear came rolling down my cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb as carefully as he had kissed me.

He put a finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to meet his. He looked as if he would go in for another kiss, but instead he passed my lips and went for my ear.

I could feel his warm breath on the side of my face.

I closed my eyes tight as he hovered close to my ear, wishing to have never met him. Wishing to have never looked into his dark chocolate eyes. Hating myself for ever falling in love with him.

He gently laughed in my ear. "I'm straight, you freak."

All my body weight fell against the back wall of the Apollo cabin. I couldn't fight back the tears anymore.

He had done it. He had completed his right of passage.

He had broken my heart.

He looked back at me as he took a few steps back, smirking the whole time. He stepped closer towards me and tried to make eye contact, but I refused. I just pursed my lips and looked straight above him as my tears silently rolled down my cheeks.

"Now the only thing," he viciously laughed, "is to decide whether or not if I should tell the rest of the camp your little secret."

I looked at him in shock. Aphrodite's children were always a little underhanded, but this was low, even for them.

"Oh don't want me to, do you, Will?" He said noticing my shocked expression.

"Well..." he said, biting his thumb nail and taking a few steps away from me with his back turned as he toyed with me some more. "I guess I've caused you enough pain. I mean who knows!" he said as he whipped back around to face me with an evil grin on his face. "Maybe after me, you'll be too hurt to ever love again, let alone another guy. So I guess this can stay our little secret." He winked at me, making my freckles shine brighter under the tears as I clenched my fists with rage.

"Anyways, once I pass the threshold of the Aphrodite cabin, I'll get my mother's blessing. Then everyone will know that I have finally broken a heart. And hey," he called back to me as he started to walk off, "maybe I'll get extra credit for an extra damaged heart!"

I heard him laugh as he walked off, leaving me alone.

My legs immediately grew weak after he left. I slid down against the cabin wall and hit the cold earth beneath me. I put my head down on my arms and began to silently weep.

I thought about what Patrick said, how he called me a-a freak. As if I hadn't thought it myself. I thought that something was wrong with me for liking other guys; that I was messed up in the head. And now that someone who I actually had feelings for said it to me, I just don't know...

After a couple of minutes of sitting on the ground crying, I slowly stood up, deciding it was better to leave now then risk getting caught and having to answer questions for why I was crying.

I wasn't sure what to do or where to go. I thought about how Patrick told me I would possibly never love again, maybe not even love another man.

That was the first thing I had to do, I decided. I couldn't let Patrick win. I wouldn't let him change me. No matter what, I was going to let myself love whomever my heart chose.

But there was always the danger of being tricked, of being played. I knew that that wound would never heal, not even with all of the healing of my father. I knew that I would forever be weary of anyone and everyone I felt attracted to.

I cringed, tasting the poison Patrick had set in me. I may never be able to fully trust again.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and remembered how Patrick did the same with his lips; as if he had to wipe myself off of him.

The memory shot a blindfold rage threw my body as I clenched my fists and hit the wall of my cabin . I leaned against the wall, breathing hard.

"Never again," I swore. "Never again."