A/N: So, it's finally happened. I have managed to revise this story. Some of the chapters have remained the same, however a few things within those chapters have been added or taken away. And, unlike the other version this one will see more truths being told between Archie and his siblings.
Disclaimer: I don't own Class of the Titans
It was another typical day at Olympus High. However, the fact that the Spring dance was coming up made everyone (especially the girls) more excited.
"Who do you think is going to get 'cutest couple'?"
"Either Jay and Theresa, or Archie and Atlanta."
Herry groaned in annoyance. It was only a dance and everyone was treating it like senior prom. Plus, he didn't like people gossiping about his friends and teammates behind his, or their, back. He turned his attention back to the teacher. He was giving instructions on what to do for the latest assignment. Writing class had to be the most boring class of all.
I can't wait for my wrestling lesson with Hercules this afternoon, Herry thought.
"Hey, Herry, you done?"
Herry looked over at Archie. From the look on the Warrior's face, Herry concluded that he had already finished.
"Closet poet," Herry muttered.
Archie felt his face burn.
"Shut up," he hissed.
Herry went back to his assignment. Archie was the elite of Writing class. Everyone asked for his advice (except Herry), and he was the teacher's favorite.
Maybe because he can reinact the battle of Troy, Herry fumed bitterly.
The bell rang.
"Finally," Herry said.
The halls were filled with restless students in seconds.
"I swear, Mr. Ryes is out to get me," Herry moaned.
"He gave us the easiest assignment on Earth," Archie countered.
"Easy?" Herry spat.
"Herry, you wrestle with Hercules and knock giants flat without breaking a sweat, but you can't do a small Writing assignment?" Archie asked.
"A sixteen page poem on the battle of Troy is not easy," Herry fumed, waving the sheets paper in front of his friend's face.
"It's easy if you know the story," Archie pointed out.
"Can you help me?"
Archie looked up at his brawny friend.
"Please, Arch? I can't afford another 'F'," Herry pleaded.
"You're asking me for help?" Archie asked.
"Archie, please will you help me?" Herry begged.
"I never thought this day would come."
"Archie."
"Okay, I'll help you. But, on one condition."
"Anything."
"You have to do the rest of my homework, just for tonight."
"Deal."
"What do you have your head in, this time?"
"Herry's Writing homework."
"Shouldn't he be doing that himself?" Ares asked.
"It's no big deal, Mr. Ares, I really don't mind," Archie insisted. "Besides..." He closed the books with a triumphant smile. "I'm done," he announced.
"Good," Ares said. "Now, give me fifteen laps for making me wait."
Archie took off like a bullet. Ares shook his head as he watched his student race around the Olympic sized training gym.
"I'll never understand mortal ways," the god of war muttered.
"Archie, you're my hero!"
Herry nearly crushed Archie in a Hercules sized hug, or more like a death grip.
"Mr. Ryes gave me an 'A'. You got an 'A'."
"Glad I could help. Now, will you let go?" Archie choked.
Herry released his friend.
"So, what did he say?" Archie asked as the two friends made their way to Math class.
"He said you must've helped me and that anything you helped with deserves an 'A'," Herry explained.
Archie shook his head. He had never failed a single Writing assignment. The lowest mark he had in the class was a "B", and all that had to be written was a family description. Archie's was either made up or a complete lie. Jay, Odie, Herry, Atlanta, Neil, and Theresa knew family was a touchy subject around Archie. They didn't know why, though. He never spoke of his life before coming to New Olympia. Whenever someone asked him about his home life he would always steer the conversation in a different direction. After so many failed attempts at trying to understand why Archie didn't like talking about his family, the team finally let the subject drop. They would find out sooner or later. Archie always hoped that it would always be later rather than sooner.
Archie found it hard to concentrate in this particular Math class. He was somehow dreading going to the Secret Wing. His sixth sense probably wasn't as strong as Theresa's, but Archie had a growing anxiety about something.
"Mr. King?"
Archie snapped back to reality.
"What are the roots of 2x+5x-30?" the teacher asked.
"Uh..." Archie stammered.
He knew this. Odie had only gone over it ten times with him back at the Brownstone.
"It's...hold on," Archie muttered.
Something hit him in the side of the head. He picked up the paper ball and opened it. He recognized Odie's handwriting instantly.
Thank the prophecy for needing Odie, Archie thought.
"I'm waiting, King."
"I'm thinking."
Archie pretended to write out the workings and answers on the piece of paper. It was a good (or lucky) thing Neil was in his Math class because the teacher hadn't seen the paper being thrown. But, it was ripped out of Archie's hands before he knew the teacher was there.
"Well, King, I'm impressed. And, here I thought you were just interested in poetry."
Archie felt himself turn red as his classmates laughed. The only ones who weren't laughing were himself, Herry, Neil, and Odie. Archie suppressed the urge to jump up and strangle the teacher.
"Okay, back to work!"
The laughing subsided and the class fell quiet. Archie didn't dare take his eyes off his notebook. Whatever awaited him in the Secret Wing couldn't be any worse than this.
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