Book! IDK what to name it

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Chapter One: Trouble’s My Middle Name Ryan had always felt like he was born with one foot in the world of mischief and the other in the realm of speed. His dad, Hermes, didn’t exactly help with the whole “stay out of trouble” thing—after all, who could resist the call of a good prank when you had the god of trickery and travel as a father? The camp buzzed with the usual chaos—sword fights, archery practice, and the occasional accidental explosion from the Hephaestus cabin. But Ryan wasn’t interested in any of that today. He leaned against the stone wall of the training grounds, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, letting his gaze drift lazily over the scene. Everyone was so caught up in their little worlds, it was almost too easy to slip away unnoticed. Without a second thought, he pushed off the wall and slipped into the crowd, effortlessly weaving his way through campers. A few noticed him, of course—his natural charm and speed made him hard to miss. But Ryan wasn’t here to make friends. He wasn’t here to do anything that required actual effort. Today was about freedom. As he approached the edge of the camp, his heart began to race. Not from fear, but from the thrill of the chase. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but it didn’t matter. He never did. He cut through the trees, dodging branches and rocks with ease, the world around him blurring into nothing. The wind rushed past him, his feet barely touching the ground as he weaved between shadows, like the son of Hermes he was. But just as he was about to duck under a low branch, he crashed straight into someone. "Whoa!" Ryan stumbled back, trying to catch his balance, but only partially succeeding. He looked up to see a girl—tall, with fiery red hair that almost seemed to catch the sunlight like flames. She stood there, arms crossed, watching him like she’d seen this kind of thing a thousand times before. “Oof! Sorry about that,” Ryan said, flashing her a grin as he straightened up. “Didn’t see you there.” He took a step back, examining her with a smirk that could only mean trouble. The girl didn’t move, not even an inch, but her eyebrows raised in an almost skeptical challenge. “You sure about that? You were going pretty fast.” Ryan shrugged, unfazed. “Speed’s kind of my thing,” he said, his grin widening. “I don’t exactly go slow for anyone.” “Maybe that’s why you keep running into people,” she shot back, her tone sharp but not unfriendly. She gave him a once-over, clearly sizing him up. “I’m sure the camp’s full of people who’d love to see you crash right into them.” Ryan let out a laugh, leaning against the nearest tree as if he’d just been casually hanging out there all along. “Nah, they’ve seen me do worse. I’m basically a walking disaster, and they love it.” The girl raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a humble brag or just a warning?” “I’m not exactly known for being humble,” Ryan replied, giving a small shrug. “Besides, I don’t really need to warn anyone. They figure out pretty quick that I’m not the ‘follow the rules’ type.” She let out a huff of a laugh, the corners of her mouth lifting just slightly. “That much is obvious. You look like you’re about to cause some chaos. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when it blows up in your face.” Ryan leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “You really think I’d get caught up in my own mess? Nah, I’ve got everything under control. I’m like… untouchable.” The girl looked at him, unimpressed. “Is that why you ran straight into me? Untouchable, huh?” Ryan couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up, clearly entertained by her no-nonsense attitude. “Alright, alright, maybe I’m not totally untouchable. But I bet you weren’t expecting that, huh?” She shook her head, the smallest of smiles tugging at her lips. “I wasn’t expecting a reckless, speed-obsessed kid to barrel into me, no. But now that it’s happened, I’m starting to think you’re trouble.” Ryan straightened up, his grin widening into something almost dangerous. “You’re right about that. Trouble’s kind of my thing. But hey,” he added, flashing a wink, “I don’t do boring. And trust me, you don’t want to be around here without a little chaos to spice things up.” The girl tilted her head, studying him for a moment, before letting out a sigh. “Maybe I’ll take my chances. But if I get stuck cleaning up your mess, I’m holding you responsible.” “Fair enough,” Ryan agreed, holding up his hands as if to say ‘I’m not the one to blame,’ even though he definitely was. “But when everything’s a mess, you just gotta roll with it.”