The Olympians Chapter 1

POV- Eurydice

I hated to wake up screaming. For one, my mouth always tastes disgusting in the morning. And, two, my "lover" of sorts comes to check up on me. And when he does so, I'm usually standing around in my underwear pondering my stupid dream. I don't like nightmares. They're inconvenient... And distract me. And the sight of me in my underwear tends to distract my "lover". And when it does, I enevitably miss the first two class periods of the day.

I snarled as I combed my hair out, both in frustration and anticipation. Not only was I having ridiculous dreams for the first times in actual CENTURIES, and my dyed red hair was fading back to black. Very frustrating. Not a good sign either. Didn't know why, but it wasn't.

My eyes flashed black in the mirror in my anger, and I was once again reminded of the dream. iWho the hell was that girl?... And why does she think she has any right to talk to me about my father?!/i I didn't like either of them. Particularly not my father. I was not inclined to like him, since he had tried to assassinate me on several occasions. The girl wasn't as bad, just arrogant... and obnoxious.

But today I wanted to go to English and Math. Well, not so much the English, but I had to get throughit to get to Math, and if I was going to miss one period, he would be determined to make me miss two. iIf you give a mouse a cookie, he wants a glass of milk.../i "And probably where themilk came from... Damn horny mouse...," I said.

So I was determined not to be caught in my underwear.I quickly dug through the pile of clean clothes that had accumulated on my floor, and found a one of the school-issued uniform skirts. iWait.../i It was a weekend. I had no classes. iAnd the schoolgirl thing would just encourage him.../i I found a pair of jeans instead.

I could almost HEAR him deciding to "check up on me". I hurriedly danced awkwardly into my pants and nearly got a mouthful of floor. THe shirt was a bit more difficult... He would see buttons as a challenge in the obstacle course... Otherwise, he would just try to get here before I had it all the way on. iSneaky bastard.../i

I almost dove into my shirt, not bothering to see if it was clean or not, and when he didn't show up, I threw on a sweatshirt just to spite him.

Then I put on high top shoes. iha!/i He would have to untie them to get my pants off... A very comforting thought indeed.

Just as I began to laugh as I gloated, wiry arms pulled me backwards until I slammed into a decievingly soft ches.

"I hate you...," I muttered, hanging my head in defeat.

"That's not nice... I was just coming to check up on you." I could almost SMELL the innuendo.

"Who's that Check-Up-On-It song by again? Beyonce?"

"Right now, I don't really care." I tried not to cringe when his nose brushe dmy collarbone. I was too TIRED! "Anyway, I haven't seen you in a month," the brunette man said, trying to rationalize.

"You're lucky it's Saturday, Hermes." And lucky that you're a god...

"I'm always lucky." Again, because you're a god...

"I still think I hate you right now."