Perspective of Jessica
I never thought high school could any more weird. Boys, grades, evil teachers, learning what a mitochondria is, but now, crazy Greek myths that are somehow real. Perfect!
It started out as any normal day. I struggled to get out of bed, as usual. I showered, got into 'nice' clothes and went downstairs to see a waffle and some scrambled eggs waiting for me. Dad said goodbye before he left for work, and I had to make the long and painful walk to hell.
That's when it started to get weird. As soon as I got here, I saw a group of about six big brutes ballroom dancing with each other. While everyone else just laughed at them, I managed to sneak around them and into the school.
Once inside, I got to my locker and put all my stuff in it, only keeping my French binder for first period. I met up with my best friend, Lauren, so we could walk to French together.
"I heard we got a few new students," she said to me as we walked down the hallways.
"New students?" I asked her. "I thought we were the poorest school in the district, why would anyone transfer here?"
She shrugged, "beats me."
We made our way to our French class, not talking to anyone since I was her only friend, and she was was mine. There were two kids standing next to the French room, just talking. One, the taller one, had his back to me. The other one had a nervous expression on his face, but he nodded repeatedly to whatever the tall guy was saying.
We walked in, making our way to the back of the class as we heard the late bell ring. We sat down, waiting for our teacher, Mrs. Scherzer, to stand up and take role.
"I hear we have a new student today.." She said, looking around the class with a frown. "But he doesn't seem to be here.."
As soon as she said that, the door opened and that kid who was standing next to the class walked in. Every single girl in the class let out a gasp. And when I say every single girl, I mean every single. Even me, who refused to ever get distracted by guys, found myself in a state of shock.
The boy was beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen anyone more attractive in my entire life. He wore normal blue jeans with a pair of sneakers. On his torso was a blue stripped zip up sweatshirt with a hint of an orange shirt showing at the top. But his clothes weren't the important things, let's focus on his face, shall we?
His jaw was chiseled perfectly, and his mouth was curved in a devilishly handsome and friendly grin. There was nothing very special about his nose, but the rest of his face made it seem like there was. His skin was very tan, and his hair was nice and neat on top of his head. His eyes were deep blue. So deep, that I could see them perfectly from sitting all the way at the back of the room.
"Ah, here he is.." Said Mrs. Scherzer, "class, this is..." She looked down at a paper in her hand. "Maximilian... Le, tux?"
And then he spoke. As if he wasn't perfect enough already, he had the most amazing French accent. What a kid like this was doing in a school like this, I have no idea.
"Actually, it's pronounced Le Too. And please call me Max," he said with that same friendly grin of his.
Mrs. Scherzer nodded and sent him to a seat in the back of the class. And wouldn't you know it, that seat was right next to mine. I've never been good with boy, or people in general. But I knew I couldn't talk to this boy, there was no way. As he took his seat, a couple of girls whispered things to him.
"Cute accent, are you from France?"
"Can you say your name again for me, please?"
"Your eyes are so blue!"
"Do you have any plans for prom?"
"What's a prom?" He asked the last girl, to which all of the girls just giggled.
"Holy hot..." Lauren whispered into my ear. I just nodded, trying not to look at him.
The class felt a lot longer than usual. Mrs. Scherzer asked simple things, like how to translate some sentences. The new kid, Max, answered every one in perfectly fluent French, which didn't seem fair. He was a native speaker, why was he taking French 1?
Finally, the bell rang and all the kids stood up. Some of the girls said goodbye to Max, but not me and Lauren. We hurried out of there, only to be called back by a gorgeous French accent.
"Excuse me? You forgot.. Your, uh..." He looked down at the small book in his hand and narrowed eyebrows, as if he couldn't read it.
I hurried back, grabbing the book from his hands and reading the top word, "vocabulary book... Thanks.." I turned quickly, and ran to my friend.
Once we were in the hallway and out of earshot from Mr. Incredible, Lauren finally spoke up.
"Oh... My... God..." She said, taking breathes between her words. "I think I'm gonna fangirl."
I shook my head with a laugh, "get it together. He's just some guy."
"A really hot guy..."
"Whatever. Come on, let's get through this day."
Besides first period, of course, the day went by pretty quickly. All my classes went smoothly and not a single teacher yelled at me (new record). Finally, it was time for lunch, the only other period that me and Lauren got to have together. We sat down at our table, which was meant for four, but only us two ever sat in it.
We talked about our classes, sharing funny things that happened and pretty much just engaged in girl talk. While we were conversing, I heard a strange language speaking to my right. It definitely wasn't English, but I somehow understood it just fine.
My mind translated it into something like, can we sit here?
I looked up to see Mr. Incredible, or, Max, standing there with a tray of food in his hands. Next to him stood a shorter kid with curly brown hair looking very awkward. The two didn't seem like they would be together, but I wasn't about to question it.
I nodded, to which Max's friendly grin changed to an almost perfectly flat line. Lauren, on the other hand, sounded very confused.
"What was that? Was that French?" She asked, looking back and forth between me and Max quickly.
"No." Max replied. "If you don't mind... Lauren, is it? Can I talk to Jessica alone?" Suddenly, Lauren's eyes turned glossy, and she stood up, walking towards the exit of the caferteria. All Max said was, "thank you."
"What the hell was that?" I asked, suddenly realizing who I was talking to before looking down.
"Just a little trick of mine." Max said, sitting on the seat where Lauren once sat and motioning for the scrawny awkward kid to sit next to him. "I know this is gonna sound a little bit crazy, but I'm positive that you're the one. Tell me, which one do you have? A mother or a father?"
I'm guessing I looked rather offended, before it changed to compete shock. "How'd you... I, uh... I have a father but... Mom left after I was born.."
Max smiled, something that someone didn't typically do after someone else had just told him that one of their parents left them. But wow, could he pull it off.
"Excellent. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but please, hear me out. The Greek gods and goddess, you know them, right? Well yeah, they're real. You're one of their children, and we've been sent to retrieve you so you don't get hurt. Let me formally introduce myself," he reached his hand across the table, "hello, I'm Maximilian Le Toux, son of Aphrodite. And this here is Tanner Recker, son of Hermes. Let's talk."
