Okay, I do NOT own Class of the Titans. I do happen to own the character Synara and her legend. That's it.

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Chapter 2: Unpredictable Flights

"I can't stand flying," Atlanta said behind clenched teeth as the plane shook. She white-knuckled the arm rests, keeping her eyes on the intricate design on the back of the seat rather than on the moving clouds outside her window. By all means, they could of take Hermes' portal easily, but there were some minor technical difficulties dealing with the time zones which could of resulted in the teens ending up in 1983, rather than present time.

Theresa smiled behind her Cosmopolitan magazine, biting her lip to hold back a giggle. Atlanta shot her a dirty look, relaxing her fingers a bit around the arm rest. She shook her head at the cover of the magazine.

"What?" Theresa side-glanced over at Atlanta quickly before moving her eyes back to the article.

"I really wish you would read something else for a change," she said, her face in disgust.

"What's wrong with a Cosmo? Don't you wanna know how Jessica Alba gets those rock-hard abs?" Theresa stared at Atlanta, almost disgusted by her comment. Atlanta scoffed quietly, pressing the buttons on her arm rest that controlled the television channels.

The seven were not the only ones on the plane. Atlanta and Theresa occupied seats in the middle, Theresa having an empty aisle seat next to her and Atlanta getting the window seat. Jay, Archie and Herry sat four rows behind them, having to deal with a whining child behind them, and a loudly snoring Herry beside them. Across the aisle from them were Odie and Neil. Neil busied himself with his music, moving around in his seat to the invisible tune in his head, while Odie ignored him and amused himself with his PSP. An old lady near the front of the plane was telling her life story to a helpless middle-aged woman, and the sounds of how planes flew back in her day reached the back seats.

"If I hear her say our generation is the worst one more time…," Archie closed his eyes in frustration as the old woman complained loudly about the music 'now-a-days'. Jay smiled and handed him a pair of headphones. Archie nodded in thanks, having something to listen to rather than the loud woman.

Jay jerked his shoulder up again as he felt Herry's forehead fall onto it again. Herry grunted at the movement, and moved his head back into place, looking up at the ceiling, his mouth hanging open. Jay flipped through the tattered paperback, finding his place in the book again, having it be his fourteenth time reading it.

He looked up as he heard the low whistle come from a couple rows in front of him. Theresa had just gotten out of her seat, when two older boys caught sight of her, one of them whistling at her as she walked down the aisle. She shook her head as she walked, pausing as she reached to Jay's seat.

"Are they bugging you?" Jay asked, setting the book down on his lap and looking at the two men in between the seats.

Theresa shook her head, smiling at him. "I can handle it, Jay, I'm a big girl," she glanced back at them one more time before continuing down the aisle, reaching the washrooms.

Jay turned back to find Archie staring at him intently. Jay mouthed the word: 'What?' to him. Archie just blinked at him and turned back to the small screen, concentrating on the news caster.

Jay shrugged it off and picked up his book, finding his place once again.

"Aha!" Theresa exclaimed, causing an older man to jerk awake ahead of them. He huffed at her angrily and turned away, preparing to fall asleep again.

"I wasn't reading it!" Atlanta dropped the Cosmopolitan magazine, crossing her arms and looking out the window, only having to gag slightly and turn back to the small television screen.

"Yes, you were," Theresa sat in her seat and picked up the magazine, finding the page that Atlanta was reading. "'Pleasing Your Man…?' Atlanta!" Theresa gasped and looked at her young friend.

"No! I wasn't reading that! Oh, my god," Atlanta's eyes widened as she covered Theresa's mouth. She slumped in her seat, trying to disappear.

"Don't worry, no one's looking," Theresa said, smiling slightly. She quickly glanced around at the other seats, confirming it before turning back to Atlanta. "Well, what were you reading?"

"It was the other page," Atlanta mumbled, staring at a birthmark on her arm with bizarre interest. Theresa nodded at flipped the page.

"Oh," she grinned, her eyes zoomed across the page, only to make her smile grow even wider. "'Etiquette on Pursuing Your Guy Friend'", she read out loud, but only loud enough for the two of them to hear. Theresa raised her eyebrow at Atlanta, who looked away.

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" She muttered, sitting up in her seat. Without waiting for Theresa's response, she grabbed the headphones, and flicked the channels on the television.

Theresa side glanced at her, feeling a bit disappointed for not talking about it. Whatever it was. She opened the magazine again, finding a new page to read over. Moments later, one of the flight attendants bent down towards her, a drink in her hand.

"This is from the two men over there," the flight attendant, her name 'Katherine' after Theresa read it, pointed at the two men who whistled at Theresa earlier.

"I didn't know you could do that on a plane," Theresa said, setting the magazine down and taking the drink from flight attendant Katherine. Katherine shrugged and smiled at Theresa, smoothing her uniform and walking down the aisle.

"Are those from the two guys?" Atlanta asked, sliding the headphone down to around her neck. Theresa nodded, glancing down the aisle to the two men. The first, a brunette winked at her, the second, a blond, casually waved. Theresa tipped the drink towards them, taking the tiniest sip to please them.

"Your not going to drink that, are you?" Atlanta asked, watching Theresa put the drink down on the tray, now out of sight from the men.

"Of course not," she said, picking up the magazine and flipping through the pages like nothing happened. "I can get my own drink, thank you very much," she sniffed. Atlanta shrugged, putting the headphones on again.

Half an hour later, another stewardess by the name of 'Carlene', stopped at their seats, asking if they had any garbage.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Theresa smiled, picking the drink up and tossing it into the black garbage bag. Carlene smiled kindly at her, motioning to Atlanta.

"Do you know how much longer we have until we arrive?" Atlanta leaned across Theresa to ask. The stewardess Carlene thought about it for a moment.

"Around 45 minutes, give or take," She smiled at Atlanta who groaned and slumped back into her seat.

"She's not good with flying," Theresa whispered to Carlene, picking her Cosmo up. Carlene nodded and gave them another kind smile before moving on to the seats ahead of them.

"Hey, at least there isn't any turbulence," Theresa said, nudging Atlanta's arm.

Suddenly, the pilot's voice cracked above them. "Folks, we are about to head into some cloud cover, and there may be some possible turbulence. Sorry for the inconvenience." Atlanta groaned. The speakers beeped as the pilot tapped out from the system.

"It'll be fine," Theresa patted Atlanta's hand as she gripped the arm rests again. The plane suddenly shook, causing both of them to sway in their seats. A child wailed behind them, followed by the mother's anxious shushing. Atlanta took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting her chin rest on her chest.

"Amazing how you can do all these extreme sports, but throw a plane at you, and you almost pass out," Theresa said, shaking her head. She kept her hand on Atlanta's, rubbing her fingers softly. "You're like Archie and water." She laughed quietly at this as the plane shook again, causing the child to burst out crying again.

Atlanta clenched her teeth, waiting for the horrible motions to stop.

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Okay, end of chapter. That's much better, isn't it? What I meant to say last time, is that I'm kind of a ficwad person, rather than a fanfiction one. But, I'm trying this out, and hopefully it'll work. Just, don't go looking this up on ficwad, because it's much worse over there, trust me.

Luckily, I got to fly for the first time this summer, so I know what's it like to go through turbulence. My very first time flying and the plane's shaking almost the whole way there. It was still pretty fun though.

Okay, enjoy this chapter; Chapter 3 will be coming shortly! I just gotta re-write it, that's all. K YIKES

Christina!

PS: Sorry about the inconvenience! I'm still trying to get used to fanfiction. Sorry!