I'm back from my holidaying, yeah. So I'm starting on this fic, and later I might start the sequel to A Random Christmas Story, which needs to be planned first, I guess. This fic is going to be JxT and all, and it's going to be a real gag where everything goes wrong for Jay, almost like a bash-Jay day, so uhm yeah, be warned. Anyway, I'm a Jay fan, so don't worry, things will turn out better for him later. But only much later.

Disclaimer: To keep it short and sweet, I don't own Class of the Titans, unfortunately.

Chapter 1

Jay yawned sleepily as his History teacher droned on and on. He'd just pulled a late night the day before, what with fighting Cronus and all, and he was seriously bushed. Especially since he'd stayed up late and fried his brains over thinking how to save Atlanta, who had been kidnapped. Thankfully, they'd found her back and one-upped Cronus. The downside was that he escaped yet again.

At least today was the last day of school, which meant he could go sailing, plan more Cronus-centric plans and hang out with his friends and girlfriend.

"Jay, what can you tell from the ruins of the Indus Valley Civilisation?" the History teacher snapped angrily, probably having noticed his sleepiness.

"Uhm..." He stood up awkwardly. "The ruins show that people were very organised and advanced in the Sciences."

"How so?" the History teacher said, relentless in her attempt to embarrass him in front of the class.

"The streets were wide, laid out in perfect grid patterns and were parallel to one another. That shows they were organised. Their drainage system was very advanced for their time. They were deep to hold more sewerage water, and they had a slight slope so that the sewarage could flow down faster and more effectively due to gravity. Some drains even had covers, probably to prevent the pungency of the sewarage water from escaping. That shows they were pretty advanced in the Sciences."

"Okay, sit down," the History teacher growled, turning away. She couldn't fault the boy since he got all his facts right, much to her annoyance.

Jay breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he should stop dozing off for now.

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The bell rang, effectively snapping him out of his sleep. So he had fallen asleep again.

Slinging his bag onto his shoulder quickly, he made his way out of the classroom, as did his cheering classmates. The History teacher was shouting some reminder of their homework, but they couldn't care less, all of them. The holidays had arrived, and that's what mattered the most.

He stumbled out of the classroom and into the hall, amidst the crowd that was surging forward and pushing him. Feeling relieved to finally be free, he went to find Theresa.

She was standing by her locker, talking with one of her classmates. They were laughing and deep in conversation, and yes, the classmate was a guy. Jay wasn't one to feel jealous; he wasn't the envious type, but he couldn't help feel territorial over his girlfriend. Well, at least Archie was worse.

Approaching with caution, Jay carefully walked up to Theresa. He knew that when he got too territorial, she'd get miffed at him. A little protectiveness, she enjoyed; pushing it out of balance, and she would get angry. And he didn't want to push her buttons and let them get into some quarrel during the long-awaited holidays. After all, he wanted to spend some time with her, not have her ignoring him in a huff.

Seeing him, she immediately said goodbye to her guy friend and came over to give him a hug. Okay, that just about made him feel much better.

"Jay, hey, there's something big I need to tell you," Theresa rushed. "And that is -"

"Is it something to do with Cronus?" Jay asked, the permanent worry lines showing again. What if someone had been kidnapped again? What if Cronus was busy destroying downtown now? What if Cronus had gotten the gods? Wait, the latter was impossible, if not he would have known, but...

"No!" Theresa glared at him, whacking his head lightly. "It's nothing to do with Cronus."

"Oh, good then," Jay replied, rubbing his head ruefully. "What is it?"

"You see, my dad invited me back for the holidays, and I was thinking, maybe you could -"

"What?" Jay stared at her incredulously. "You're thinking of going back when Cronus could be running amok in the city?!"

Theresa frowned. "Didn't I go back the last time too? Anyway, Hera approved my request, and she said you could join me, if you wanted. To meet my dad. You know, you're my boyfriend now, you should -"

Jay cut into her sentence yet again with his own desperate one. "But I can't! We can't! The world needs us, we can't go on full-time vacation right now. Not after Atlanta got kidnapped. What if it happens again? I don't want to be away when the team needs us."

Theresa bowed her head low, hurt staining her voice as she said, "I should have known you'd react that way. The world will be fine, Jay. It has always been, and it always will be, under our somewhat protection. Could we just take a break for once?"

"But..." Jay scratched his head, feeling like he was put in a spot. His duties or his girlfriend - which should he choose, exactly? If he picked his girlfriend, his duties might suffer because of it. But if he picked his duties, he might lose his girlfriend forever (this wasn't the first time they had that same argument, you can guess).

And he did love her - a lot.

Biting his lip, he finally relented, gently pulling his tearful girlfriend in his arms. "Alright, alright, I'll go."

"You will?" Theresa raised her eyes to him, looking suddenly more cheerful and hopeful. Maybe she thought she had heard wrong, or that she was just hallucinating due to her prolonged dreams that this would someday happen.

"Yeah, yeah." Seeing her brilliant, charming smile, he smiled weakly in return, knowing he couldn't resist her full-fledged smile. Suddenly, something struck him and he said hesitantly, "Wait. But what if he doesn't like me?"

"He will! Stop worrying! You're a straight-A student, a great sailor, a good leader and the best boyfriend. What's not to like?" she pleaded a little, giving him her best puppydog look. "Please Jay. You already said yes. You can't back out now..."

"Okay, okay..." Jay couldn't bear to say no. For one, the puppydog look was always the most convincing, and backed with the little stuff she said that fed his ego... Ahem. Anyway, he didn't want to disappoint her.

But little did he know what he was getting himself into.