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A/N: This is a joint account, where the storeis are written by two of us me (dazzeling diamond, who wrote this chapter) and rubyinnle (also known on another account as/; wings of corrugated irony). This is our first venture into "Class of the Titans", so please review with any comments you have on the characters and storyline. We will let you know who writes each chapter accordingly, but ultimately it ends up changed and edited by both of us.

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Chapter 1:

"BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING"

"Could that bell be any louder?" Atlanta complained, covering her ears with her hands. Swarms of students brushed passed her and Theresa, desperate to remove themselves from the school halls on a Friday afternoon, before the start of summer vacation. Locker doors slammed in succession, creating the cacophony that filled the halls. Theresa smiled, for someone who appeared so tough and full of spunk, Atlanta did have her whiney moments.

The pair continued to walk down the halls, their only plans were to collapse in their dorms for the night. Theresa, for one, was extremely content with the uneventful activities they'd planned…makeovers, gorging on cookie dough, perhaps the odd teen flick, but mostly…the complete avoidance of anything remotely connected to Greek mythology.

She sighed involuntarily, as the two moved towards the dorm in no rush, allowing the non-boarding students to fly by them on their race out the school doors. Atlanta turned to her friend, noting the vague distance in her eyes.

"Ok, what's up? 'Cause I know you miss Jay and all that jazz….but we are still going to have a fun summer break, yeah?" Atlanta said pointedly. She adored her friend, and didn't want her spending the holidays slumming over the fact that Jay was away to Greece. Theresa released another sigh.

"It's not about Jay," she replied slowly, his tanned face flashing pleasantly through her mind, as they continued at a comfortable pace. Take care of yourself... he'd said, his warm brown eyes full of concern, as he let go of Theresa's hand to board the plane. He'd wanted to say more, she'd sensed it as he let go of her hand with a heavy reluctance. Yet he said nothing after that, he wasn't normally speechless. Their leader always had words for them.

Atlanta's wide eyes peered at her inquisitively, interrupting her thoughts "Welll then…What is it?"

She watched her friend swallow uncomfortably, tucking a loose wave of red-gold hair behind her ear, before biting her lip. "Oh, come on Theresa, we know each other too well…so quit stalling!" Atlanta barked, her voice full of a friendly impatience.

"Well," Theresa began, as she placed her books in a straight stack on the dining room table, before shifting into the kitchen to dish out a half eaten bag of chips. After picking out a few chips, she tossed the bag to Atlanta and followed her to the awaiting couch in front of the TV.

"I'm still a little…shocked…and um, shaken, from all the stuff I did earlier," Theresa finally stated.

Atlanta raised a perfectly interrogative brow, which made her entire countenance quite striking assisted by her flaming red hair, "Are you talking about the chocolate you overheated in Home Economics which then burnt and exploded in the microwave?"

Theresa smiled for a second, something which had been foreign to her for an incredibly long time. "No, silly," she chimed, popping another potato chip in her mouth while reaching distractedly for the remote.

"Then what? Is it school? Is it that new girl on the hockey team, the one who's desperate for your position, who you told off and she had a fit? Is it Neil's vanity and how he was staring at his reflection in the school trophy cabinet and then you came and laughed at him and stole that stupid compact of his? I can't read minds…That's supposed to be your job!" She finished. Atlanta was tired, tired of having to search her friend for every hidden detail. For being so close to Theresa, Atlanta felt like she was usually the one doing all the sharing.

Theresa awkwardly continued to try turning the TV on, but to no avail. "Why isn't the darn thing turning on?" she muttered in frustration, still pushing the buttons.

"Uh, Theresa," Atlanta piped up, interrupting her furious button pushing. "What?" Theresa snapped.

"That's your cell phone…not the remote," Atlanta answered.

Theresa glanced at her hand, and sure enough it was her cell phone, the very expensive one her father had sent over from Japan for her birthday…two months ahead of its actual release. She'd taken to using it, instead of her PMR, for casual calls.

"Oh my God, Atlanta, I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to snap or anything, it's just that, I'm still in shock…I can't believe all the stuff I said, and did to you guys, and Hera and everyone…I mean, I almost destroyed them…I was that out of control. It just sickens me to think I could have hurt you guys," Theresa burst, an image of Jay entering her mind. Jay, he'd saved her from herself…and she nearly destroyed him…all of them.

Atlanta was silent. She too, remembered Theresa's aura, her primal force, which Persephone had been honing to hold more power, take over ever part of her friend, angst and all, and render the Gods mortal. Normalcy, control…everything Theresa had been craving and bottled up, had driven her aura to destroy the Gods…to destroy any purpose for there to be heroes.

"Don't worry Theresa…you didn't do anything permanent, all's well that ends well…I mean…I, I…don't know how to answer this…Jay's better at the talking than I am," Atlanta mumbled, before perking up "But I do know, that the Gods themselves have forgiven you, and so have we, so you don't need to panic anymore, yeah?"

Theresa glanced at her friend, a very potent fear in her emerald eyes as she met Atlanta's calm ones. She wanted to say more. Yet she knew Atlanta would not be able to handle it, despite being the good friend that she was. But how do I know it won't happen again…how do I know that I won't go out of control, and hurt any one of you…Theresa wondered, as Atlanta switched on MTV.

"Sup guys?" called out a male voice, African-American in accent.

"Yeah, sup?" seconded a deeper male voice, followed by a third, rather prissy voice screeching, "YOU! YOU have my mirror! Gimme it!"

In their respective order, Odie, then Herry came forward…while Neil lunged at Theresa, only to be restrained by the collar of his next season Dolce & Gabbana shirt. "Easy there," Herry said, his hand firmly gripping Neil's collar.

"Oh here you go, I don't think I could stand to see a grown model cry," Theresa taunted, a smile plastered on her face as she dangled the mirror in front of Neil's nose. Herry conveniently let go of Neil's shirt, while Theresa' simultaneously dropped the gold mirror.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," Neil cried, as he hit the ground with a thud, his arms outstretched to catch the gold image reflector, before it met its unfortunate demise upon the dormitory floor. Luckily, he mirror fell straight into Neil's manicured hands.

He stood up, straightening out his shirt, turning to Herry and Theresa, who were in hysterics. "Ok, ok, laugh now…but don't ask me for help when the debutante ball rolls around! Sweet mother of Gucci…People these days," Neil popped his collar and put on his Ray Bans, and smoothed his platinum blonde hair, before strutting out of the room.

Everyone glanced at each other, before bursting into uproarious laughter. Neil's antics never got old! Odie and Herry pulled up a couple of stools and sat down near the girls.

"So," said Odie "What are your plans for the summer, going anywhere, doing anything?"

Atlanta shook her head "Nah, I'm pretty much stuck here…I know, 'whoopee," she made a sarcastic circling motion with her pointer finger "but it'll be good, and the only lessons we'll have are with our mentors, so it should be fine,"

"I know, even though they seem to think we've defeated Cronus, they still want us to keep training…weird," commented Herry, delving into the potato chips bag.

Odie nodded "Yeah, I suppose it's like any muscle, if you don't train it, you lose it, and they wouldn't want that for us,"

The others continued to talk while Theresa stared at the TV, giving everyone a convincing portrayal of a concentrated viewer, focused on advertisements. Sure she was staring, but seeing couldn't have been further than the truth. She didn't want to hone her powers; the last time she did, she nearly destroyed everyone. There was always an uncomfortable pause in her train of thought whenever any of them mentioned the Gods…or anything related to training.

"Where's Archie?" Atlanta chirped, attempting to sound nonchalant. Odie and Herry exchanged glances.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" teased Herry. "Shut up!" Atlanta shrieked, throwing a pillow at Herry, for whom it may as well have been a feather.

Odie shook his head and said "He wouldn't tell us in so many words…something about help with his Chemistry homework from yesterday, he wanted to stay behind and get help from Svetlana Vodianova, that foreign exchange student…she's actually really good at chem. In fact, today she and I tested the distillation of par—"

"Ok…ixnay on the school talk….and seriously, Archie? Chemistry? Svetlana? That Russian bombshell, with an accent as thick as honey?" Atlanta shrieked, a little louder and higher than she intended.

"Well, done Atlanta, I see your metaphors have improved, spending time with Calliope have you?" Odie retorted, referring to the Muse of Epic Poetry "Besides, don't tell me you actually believe his spending time in the lab will lead to other kinds of chemistry…"

She flung another well-aimed pillow at Odie, while he and Herry carried on laughing. The three of them continued to talk, unaware of Theresa's silence. Or perhaps, they simply believed that the infomercial for the Cyclonic Vacuum 5000 she was watching, was too riveting to avert her attention from.

"Good to hear laughter," entered a new voice. Everyone looked up, including Theresa. Athena, Goddess of Wisdom stood before them, her hair, a vivid purple crop, was somewhat luminescent under the ceiling light

Herry stood up with a bashful sort of respect, twiddling his fingers "Hi Athena….so….what's, um, what's fo—"

"Dinner?" she finished, with a smile.

"You know me so well!"

"Welll…I was thinking of doing a Moroccan lamb today, with a side of Mediterranean vegetables and cous cous….and then for desert some baklava, sound good?" Athena offered.

"Sounds like…food. Perfect," replied Herry.

"Oh, but in the mean time… you've all been called," added Athena, as she put on her apron. The teenagers exchanged puzzled glances. A meeting? At the start of their summer vacation?

"Greeeat…" groaned Atlanta "Just when we were starting to loosen up,"

Athena's striking face took on a smile, highlighting her high cheekbones "Don't panic, it's not an emergency or anything…Hera just wants to have a chat with all of you,"

A Chat…what fun! Theresa murmured inwardly. Then she paused mentally, shaking her head. I have got to stop acting like this…it was my stupid bottled up attitude that nearly hurt them in the first place…No, I won't do it again. I must make a change, she thought defiantly, standing up all of a sudden, yanking Atlanta's arm and pulling her to her feet.

"Ok…ok…we'll go," Atlanta conceded "Uh, anyone know where Neil went? He's going to need to come too,"

Odie acknowledged this, and left the room to find Neil. Just then Theresa's cell phone rang; she glanced at the screen, a message from Jay flashing brightly. Then she couldn't help it, she had to smile. Atlanta noted the sly happiness on Theresa's face, and then grinned herself "A little message….from someone special?"

"Mhm…I will check it later, right now, we've got Greek Deities to deal with… Shall we?" proposed Theresa, not a hint of contempt in her voice. The others nodded, appreciative of her behaviour change.

Then, the unmistakable voice of Neil interrupted the silence "Ok, ok, what's all this about seeing Gods? Because I was just watching 'America's Next Top Model'…and Tyra was about to eliminate someone! I hope its Chelsea…her nose irritates me an—"

"Yeah, Yeah…shut it, Neil…we've been called, so we gotta go," Atlanta commanded.

His features took on that of a crying puppy "You're all so cruel to me!" he wailed. The others laughed. They had to admit, with Neil around, there was always a sense of "lightness". He always managed to relax everyone.

Theresa's phone rang again; her gaze re-directed to the screen, only to see a second message from Jay. Breathing deeply, she mustered all the energy she could to stop from ringing him right there and then.

"Come on people, we'll swing by the chem. lab and pick up Archie…" Atlanta paused to mutter something under her breath, not unrelated to the 'Russian bombshell' "…and then head over to the Gods," The others trailed behind her as she exited the building.

"I wonder what they've got in store for us this time…" Theresa murmured curiously, as she followed the others.

Unaware that Neil had heard her, she jumped when he replied, "I'm hoping it's 'cause they want a makeover… I mean I know 'Grecian Goddess' is one of the hottest styles, and Donatella loves it, but I'm thinking they could experiment with their wardrobes a little more…I was thinking… " he spread his hands in front of him, acting out his envisioning "…Nouveau bohemian! What do you think, Theresa?"

Theresa smiled widely, a bold and honest smile, one that truly felt uplifting. "Yes, Neil, that's exactly why we've been called, so you can work your magic on their wardrobes, that's definitely it," she said, giggling freely and placing a friendly arm over his shoulder.

"No one ever takes me seriously," Neil whined, like a four year old pageant girl "Oh well, off to the Gods…hmm, I wonder if I can get Hera to experiment with some liquid liner…"

"Neil!"

"Ok…ok, no makeovers," he relented, noting Theresa's raised brows "at least, not right now…"

Having reached the janitor's closet, the gang, now accompanied by Archie, clutching his chemistry homework like some sort of relic, waited while Atlanta placed her medallion in the space for it on the door, opening the portal.

Atlanta sighed as they stepped through, muttering to herself "Here we go…summer vacation? Here we come…" With that, the group entered the portal, unaware of what all awaited them.

Ok...so the first chap wasn't the most eventful...but we promise, there is plenty of action to come :D

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