To make up for the wait I'd been putting you through...

Here's an especially long one shot! The ending was kinda rushed though... Sorry about that... :/

This also has some REAL facts on Greek Mythology! So you'll learn a little bit about the Greek gods and goddesses.

I don't own Kickin it or Percy Jackson.

(I highly recommend for you guys to read the Percy Jackson series!)

Greek mythology project.

I hate Mrs. Vermin so much.

She just had to pair me up with the biggest jerk in school. The 'Verminator' as some have nicknamed her, set up a history project on Greek Mythology, based on the Greek gods and goddesses.

Now, I actually like Greek mythology, I find it quite interesting, really. Who killed who, who cheated on what god, you know, gossip from aeons ago.

(Plus the fact I love the Percy Jackson series, thank you Rick Riordan for creating camp half blood!)

I actually loathe being in history class. I hate listening to the old bat go on and on, exaggerating everything with her too-excited voice.

Oh that's an ancient artefact? Fascinating! Do show us a video that explains in intricate detail of the purpose of each millimetre of the damn thing!

There are a few topics in history that I am bothered with and they come up once every blue moon... And when flying pigs soar around our classroom. (You can guess how many times that has happened before!)

So when the wrinkled prune announced our new focus, flying pigs went everywhere. One was even dragging a turquoise moon behind it.

Then she announced who our partners were. Jacqueline and Eddie G., Patricia L. and Charlie B., Zia R. and James... I zoned out and watched my pigs glide swiftly around the room.

Then she called out: "Kimberly C. And Jack B.!"

My beautiful, flying pigs crashed to the floor and my moon shattered into a million little pieces.

No, no, no! I had thought. This cannot be happening! I tried convincing myself it was an awful dream and I'd wake up to the sharp sound of a ruler slapping my desk.

I knew by the sympathetic look thrown my way by my best friend, Julie, and the pointed look the ogre was giving me, that I was indeed conscious.

The minute the bell rang, I quickly hurried to the witch's lair-uh- her desk. I tried everything I could to convince her to let me not work with him. From offering to work by myself to pulling off my best teacher's pet moves.

It was absolutely sickening, sucking up to the stupid wart. All for nothing too, I had gone through hell and back for 15 minutes, only to have her tell me a simple 'no'.

I protested immediately, she interrupted and threw a pencil at my face. I looked at her with a shocked expression and she just seemed bored but I saw a gleam of amusement in her eyes.

I left with a huff, knowing that I couldn't change my terrible fate when it came to that heartless cow.

Did you know destiny hates me? I don't know what I did wrong but I'm pretty sure it was horrible.

I walked smack into the guy and went sprawling everywhere, scattering my books across the hallway while he stood there, unfazed, and laughed at me.

"Need a hand, sweetheart?"

"Sure, let me get my pocket knife and I'll slice yours right off." I snapped. His laughter boomed around me.

"Feisty."

I scowled down at the floor and started collecting my books. Ah, one missing. I spun around to see Mr. High and mighty smirking at me, missing book in hand.

"What's this? Your diary?"

"No, they're my history notes you twat. Now give them back." I demanded. He tutted at me and flicked through the book.

"These are some good notes, you know your geek mythology very well."

"Greek." I corrected.

"Nah, geek. Anyway, thanks for this, I'll just take it and you can just use that little brain of yours to remember all this." He looked quite smug and proud of himself.

"As much as I'd hate to tell you," I started. He interrupted, placing a finger on my lips.

"No, no. I know I'm amazing, I won't put you through torture just for you to compliment me. Wait. Yes, go torture yourself to compliment me." He removed the finger from my lips and waited expectantly in a snobby fashion.

I snorted. "You'd have to actually torture me to give you a compliment and even then I'd resist."

The jerk actually looked shocked at my response. I smirked at him. Then I remembered who he was partnered up with. My smirk left my face immediately.

He noticed the falter in my expression and grinned.

"Having second thoughts, darling? What have you seen that you like?"

I almost puked right there and then.

"Give me my book, Brewer. I don't have time for this."

"My dear Crawford, everyone has time for me."

"And I will unfortunately have to spend too much of my precious time tolerating you for the next few weeks." I snapped

His eyes widened in surprise and amusement. "Oh! Is the dear Kimberly Crawford attracted to I? Jackson Brewer?"

"When a unicorn plays croquet with a genie."

"Who's winning?"

"Oh for the love of- We are partners, Brewer! That's why I have to spend time with you"

"Partners eh? We hardly know each other, Kimmy darling. Don't rush me."

"For history, you ignorant bat! The cranky donkey paired us up together and now I have to work on Greek mythology with the likes of you!" I spat

"Cranky donkey?"

"Our history teacher doesn't apply in the human category."

"Amen to that."

"And for the record, it'd be more like likely that you liked me, so don't make assumptions."

"I'll like you when I drink potato juice."

"Thought you already did."

"Don't think so highly of yourself."

"When you get off your egotistical throne."

"You'd be welcome to sit at my feet."

A silence had settled between us as I glared at him. I shifted my arms, to hold my books better and opened my mouth to say something, anything to cover the quiet, only to have the bell interrupt me. I sighed in frustration.

"Pay more attention in class, Brewer, and meet me in the school library at the start of lunch break. Don't me late." I warned. I threw one last glare at the brunette and marched away.

So that's how I ended up here, in the library, waiting for the almighty jerk that is Jack Brewer.

I had my knees up, my feet resting on my chair as I read paragraph after paragraph on the Greek gods and goddesses.

Let me tell you this, they had a freaky weird family relationship.

Oh your newborn son is too ugly? Why not throw him off mount Olympus?

Way to show the love, Zeus.

5 minutes. 10 minutes. 15 minutes. Half an hour. He's awfully late. I sigh and close the book on Perseus. I've read nearly all the books I've prepared, taken enough notes to fill both notebooks and planned almost the entire presentation.

That cocky ba-ahem- jerk, better have a good reason for being so late.

The clock ticks on, mockingly, indicating each second he's kept me waiting. I huff and start to eat my lunch.

Another 10 minutes pass.

I run out room to write in my notebook.

Another 5 minutes...

I've read nearly all the books to do with Greek mythology

I start clearing up my workplace, putting the books back, neatly arranging my notes into my bag and putting all the bits of paper I tossed aside, into the bin.

The bell goes.

Great.

He just stood me up. I start thinking of one hundred and one ways to painfully torture Jackson Brewer on my way to registration.

But isn't it a good thing he never showed up? I suddenly think. I didn't have to spend any time with him and I'm way ahead on the project than I'd planned.

I'm surprisingly a lot happier now and I even let a smile take over my face.

Don't get me wrong, I'm going to make sure he does do his fair share of work on this project, even if it kills me.

When he waltzes into registration with a smirk gracing his features, I pounce.

He's pinned to the wall, lifted off the ground. The only thing holding him up is my hand, grabbing his shirt.

Sometimes I don't know my own strength.

"Woah! Careful with the merchandise there, sugar."

"Shut up and listen." I spit "You didn't make it to the library at all during the whole lunch break and I don't give a damn if you forgot. I do care if you don't do any work though, you will contribute a fair share of work, if not more, into this project? Get it? Got it? Good." With that I release him and he falls to the ground in a confused lump. I glare at him, my eyes turning to slits.

"Tomorrow morning, you will have 5 pages of notes to give to me." I snarl. I scoff at him and stalk back to my seat, my vision red.

5 pages of A4, with 'note' written all over them, is what is presented to me the following day with a smirk.

I grit my teeth as I look at the offending papers.

"You've got to be specific, sweetheart, I thought this was what you meant." Cocky piece of sh-ahem-

I try to regain my composure, attempting to stay calm.

He thrusts the sheets right into my face. "Here ya go, sweet cheeks! Take 'em! I worked extra hard on this so I think you need to finish the rest of the project. It's only fair."

I punch him square on the nose.

A string of colourful words flow easily out of his mouth. He glares at me. I glare at him. His glare falters. My glare hardens. He grins. I see red.

"You throw a nice punch, sweetie. You could've even given me a nose bleed. Say, why don't you join my karate dojo? It'll fix up the flaws in your fighting technique and you get to spend more time with me." He waggles his eyebrows.

I punch him in the same spot, harder this time.

An even more colourful choice of words spill out of his face hole along with a trail of trickling blood. I smile sweetly at him.

"How about you fix your nose first before my fighting techniques?" I turn serious "Get some work done." I scoff at him again leave him there in the school hallway, bloody nose and speechless.

At lunch, I take out the biggest encyclopaedia I could find on the Greek gods and hurry towards the cafeteria.

I spot my victim sitting at the corner of the room, laughing with his mates. I instantly glare and make my way over to him, book in hand.

Oh goodie, he's facing away from the table.

The minute I reach him, I throw the big, fat encyclopaedia onto his lap and he immediately winces along with the rest of the guys at the table.

"What's this, sugarcube?" He asks, his voice a few octaves higher than usual.

"This," I spit at him "Is your new best friend. You will spend most of your time with it. You will read it. You will know the whole thing inside out and you will write an entire essay with this."

"Essay?" He asks meekly

"The project requires at least one essay and that is your part of the work, seeing as I've nearly done everything else. 5,000 words Brewer. No less. And I'm being generous."

"Come on, sweetheart, you don't really expect me of all people to-"

"I do and you will. I've informed our history teacher on how our presentation will work and she knows you are in charge of the essay. You fail to write it, you fail. It's as simple as that."

I walk away, leaving him speechless again.

It's 6:13pm and I'm currently lying on my bed, reading a book that's very important for the project.

...OK, it's actually the fourth book from the 'Percy Jackson and the Olympians' series. It may not be the type of research the teaching verruca expects but it has some legit facts on the Greek gods.

A ring of the doorbell pulls me from Daedalus' Labyrinth and I go to answer it.

I'm not expecting a shaggy brunette to be at the front steps of my house. My jaw must have hit the ground as I stare at him in shock. How does he know where I live?! Is he stalking me now?

"How did you know where I live?" I ask, mimicking my thoughts "Are you stalking me?"

The boy chuckles. "Nope. I'd have loved to see your reaction if I had told you yes, though. Bet it'd be funnier than the look on your face now."

I instantly close my mouth and glare at him. "Brewer. How do you know where I live?" I repeat. He gives me a funny look, as if he's wondering if I'm joking. I raise an eyebrow.

"We're neighbours, darling. We have been ever since you moved here some months ago. I've been living in the same house for years, it'd be more likely you were stalking me."

"Neighbours?!" I splutter "You live next door?!" He confirms it with a nod of his head. I hold up one finger, indicating I'll just be a second. He nods again, confused.

I jog to the bottom of the staircase and yell up it. "MOTHER! FATHER! WE NEED TO MOVE HOUSE!" I walk calmly back to the slightly ajar door and open it up again, revealing an amused Jackson Brewer.

"Planning on avoiding me, sweetheart? Remember we're partners now, and we need to stick together!" He says the last part in the cheesiest voice and I snort at him.

"Can't wait for it to be over..."

"Heard that."

"Don't care."

"That hurt, sweetie. That really hurt."

"Why don't I get my nun chucks and I'll show you how much I can hurt you."

"Feisty."

"Shut up."

"You'd have to kiss me first." He smirks. I make a face at his suggestion.

"What do you want, Brewer?"

"You."

I roll my eyes. "Hilarious, I'm laughing on the inside, don't worry. Now, seriously..."

"I'm serious, pumpkin. I need a favour..."

I stare at him blankly. "No."

"You don't even kno-"

"No. I won't help you with the essay, that's your job." I huff and attempt to slam the door in his face. He lodges his foot into the corner and I can practically hear the crack when the door crushes into his foot. I can feel him wince and I feel bad... For like a second. Idiot needs to let the blonde have her dramatic exit, even if it is just a door slam.

"C'mon Crawford hon'. I don't know anything about Greek mythology!" I hear him plead from the opposite side of the door. I'm still attempting to close it, even with his foot lodged in the corner.

Yes, I'm crushing his crushed foot, I'm that nice of a person.

"Read the book I gave you!" I yell in response

"But it's boring!" He whines

"Be honest, have you read anything at all?"

"No! I open it up and I'm instantly greeted by naked statues! You really shouldn't be looking at that, Kimmy darling, it's not appropriate."

"It's not what you think that is, you idiot! Those statues are art! Priceless pieces of art! Representations of what people thought the gods and goddesses looked like!"

"Didn't know the Greeks were into por-" I throw open the door and clamp my hand over his mouth

"Don't you dare say that disgusting word in front of me, in front of my own house!" I warn. He reluctantly nods and I release my hand.

"Okay I'm going to sound a tad but weird, sweetheart... What was going through the minds of the sculptures when they sculpted the-" he notices my glare "Man's special place." He finishes carefully.

My eyes widen in shock at his question and I'm pretty sure I've just turned a deep shade of crimson.

"Tease red." He says

"What?"

"Nothing, others would get that though..."

"I'm not one of 'others' then am I?"

"You should be."

"But I'm not."

"Potassium."

"Ah. You do hold a smidge of information in that supposed hollow head of yours." I scoff "Use that to do your essay. Goodnight, Brewer." I shove his foot back outside and slam the door in his face.

Finally.

I stomp upstairs to my room and flop back onto my bed. A few minutes later, I hear something hitting my window.

Curious, I peep open a curtain to reveal a smirking jerk. I narrow my eyes at him and close the curtain.

He continues throwing rocks at my window. I continue to ignore him.

Until he throws one so hard, it shatters right through the glass. I gasp and run to the window.

"You're paying for that, Brewer!" I yell down at him

"Help me with the essay! Please! I'm BEGGING! I never thought I'd ever beg!" He shouts back

"And I thought I'd be a mermaid by the time I turned fifteen so I guess we were both wrong!" I march away from my window and scream into my pillow.

Crash.

Another rock.

Crash.

He's purposely breaking my window.

Crash.

That bloody twat.

"Fine!" I scream. "Tomorrow night, I'll help you! Now stop smashing my window and open up your damn wallet because you sure as hell are paying for the damages!"

"I knew you'd see it my way, Kimmy darling."

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"I second that." A voice says behind me. I spin around and see my older brother. "You two have to be setting a world record for the loudest shouting match."

"She was screaming at the end." My dad's head pops out from behind my door "Get him to pay for your window cuz it's either gonna be you or him."

I nod.

"And watch your mouth, Kimberly. Your mother didn't appreciate the language you used." He says sternly

I nod again.

"Good girl!" He beams. His head disappears and I can hear his footsteps walk back downstairs

"Still there, sweetheart?" I hear a shout from down below. I groan, can't he just go?

"I got this." I look up to my brother in surprise. "Trust me." I nod, still cautious of what he might do.

"Oi, Brewer!"

"What, blondie?!"

Fantastic.

"Get the hell back to your house!"

"Why?"

"Cuz I told you to!"

"Not good enough a reason, buddy!"

"I'm offended, no cutsie names like sugar for me?"

"You're too ugly!"

Fabulous.

"Get lost, Brewer!"

"When you sprout a full head of hair, you balding giraffe!"

Without warning, my brother grabs the big vase in my room and chucks the contents out the window.

Brilliant.

"Flowers? For me? You shouldn't have!"

"You're lucky I didn't throw the vase with it!"

"I'm flattered, how do you know I like lily flowers?"

"Shut up, Brewer!"

"The balding Crawford is trying to scare me?! Oh how precious!"

I've had enough of these two. I yank my brother away from the window and shove him out my room.

As for him...

I stick my head back out.

"Lovely to see you again, sweetheart." The boy's hair is drenched and plasters his face like a mop.

"Get the hell back home, Brewer. Otherwise you can say goodbye to any help I'm offering you!"

"Oh, so you're offering me it, now?"

"Go home, Brewer."

"I could do with a better offer, sweet cheeks..."

"I'll throw the vase."

"...I'm going"

"So Aphrodite is some hot chick that was forced to be married to an ugly dude called Hephaestus? Then she gets it on with Ares?"

I cringe at his crude representation of the information.

"Let's move on, shall we?"

"Fine by me. This stuff is like some messed up reality show." He shrugs

I snicker at his response and flip the book open to a page on Poseidon, God of the Sea.

"Ah, the old fisherman guy, with the beard... My favourite."

I continue tutoring him on the gods and goddesses of Greek mythology and he continues throwing in stupid comments and crude explanations.

"So if reality was Greek mythology, I'd be Hercules! The coolest of them all!" He states proudly, puffing out his chest.

I snort at him.

"On a side note, Perseus was a much better hero..."

"Oh yeah?"

"He slayed Grogon Medusa."

"Pretty sure that was Hercules. I remember because a son of Zeus killed the snake chick."

"Perseus is a son of Zeus."

"No! He's the son of Poseidon!"

"That's Percy Jackson, you idiot. I'm not talking about that demigod."

"So there's a son of Zeus called Perseus?"

I nod.

"He was the one that killed the snake chick?"

I nod.

"How'd she get snakes for hair?"

I raise an eyebrow. That wasn't where I thought this conversation was going... I sigh and answer him.

"Well before she had snakes for hair and turned people to stone with them... She was a beautiful woman."

"Okay."

"She dated Poseidon for a bit..."

"The old fisherman got a beautiful woman as a girlfriend?"

"He's one of the three major gods, looking like an old fisherman won't really affect his moves to get girls."

"I bet," he snorts "They say no and then he drowns them. Lovely chap he'd be."

"That's a really horrible way to think about it."

"Don't get all mushy with me, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes at him. "Anyway, they um did it at Athena's temple, Athena is the goddess of wisdom, so Athena got pretty angry at that... Next thing you know, medusa's got snake hair and Athena's got quite a grudge on Poseidon."

"Two things: 1. She didn't kill him?!"

"Gods can't be killed."

"2. You got that off the Percy Jackson series!"

"So what if I did? It's true to to Greek Mythology!... Wait. How do you know what that was in the books?"

"I have a sister. She fangirls so much about the series. Seriously, sweetheart, I basically know the whole plot of Percy Jackson and the Olympians."

"You do know there's another series called Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus?"

"Bloody brilliant."

I roll my eyes and shove the encyclopaedia in front of him and point to his laptop. "Go. I've tutored you and you know more stuff in Greek mythology now. Write the essay, Brewer."

His head falls back and he groans. "I don't wanna!" He sounds like a child.

"You're gonna have to repeat history."

"Fine!" He says, exasperated. I snicker at his kid-like behaviour.

I'll admit, spending these past few hours with Brewer wasn't... Terrible.

Suddenly, something strikes me. I'm surprised, shocked and quite bashful at my new realisation.

I take a deep breath and march over to him. I'm not one to beat around the bush but I don't want to be incredibly blunt. I debate on how to say it subtly until the perfect idea pops into mind.

"Oi, Brewer."

"Yes, sugarcube?"

"The Griffin's winning."

He smirks "Knew it. Potato juice would be lovely, sweetheart."