Sequel-of-the-series part 4:

The depressed feeling never left me. How could that impolite, rude, no manners, pimple actually attacked my face? Why, of all places, my face? I heaved a loud beautiful sigh, everyone in the classroom shot me a look of envy for my flawless beauty. Something, I know was destroyed by the bad villain, pimple.

"These are the students from Greece." The potbelly scratches his disgustingly huge nose. I realized that the potbelly is the total opposite of me. His nose is huge, mine is exceptionally beautiful shaped; his lips are bigger than sausages while mine is sexy and extremely kissable. His eyes are so tiny that I can't see anything, unlike mine, beautiful and luring. His face is greasy and mine is very smooth. However! I realized, with great horror, that we has something in common. The ultimate ugly disease: Pimple!

NONONONONO! How can we actually have something in common? The pimple that invaded his face actually invaded mine! NO! Oh dear, mortals, mourn for me, mourn for my flawless face. I am smart, and I am proud of that fact. I have an admirable voice, I won't deny it. My body is sexy, I admitted. I am awesome, no one doubt that. Furthermore, my face, the most beautiful part of my body actually has a pimple.

"So these twins are going to stay in our school for a week, apparently…" Eew, Eew, Eew, he's actually picking his nose now! Am I really going to stay in this disgusting dump for a week! "Now for some introductions." He put the finger he used to pick his nose into his mouth.

"P… Phoebus." I introduced with an extremely depressed tone that I bet the class became just as gloomy. I felt nauseas, that disgusting potbelly.

"Diana." Artemis introduced, with happiness. Her thoughts are so obviously exposed to the super, extremely awesome me: 'There's so many girls, tons of girls. Hmm, I can recruit more huntresses and form an army!'

There are times I wondered if Artemis is lesbian, she is so obsess over girls like me. No wonder we are twins. "Thank you," Potbelly placed his hands and fingers he used to pick his nose with on my shoulder! NO! My seductive, slim, wonderful, and beautiful! Of course, as politely as possible, I slapped his hands away. "It seems that they are living with Elizabeth Kate currently… Hmm, will Fiona, please go and get two more chairs for our guests so that they can sit near Kate?"

A pretty girl stood up. Compared to the goddesses and gods in Olympus enjoying their time of their immortality, she looks average. "I'm Fiona, the class representative." She gave me a wink.

What a playgirl, unlike me, who only kept a limited of ten girls at a time. I shall not let the harem of women, awaiting my return on Olympus, down, so I just ignored the girl. I know, you must be thinking the hottest of the hottest of the hot Apollo actually turn down a girl? But, as you said, a girl. I only play with woman.

After potbelly left, girls started crowding around me, bombarding me with questions. (Hey, I did learn something during my study session with Artemis.) I am not surprised, for a hot person like me to be surrounded by cute people, who are not as cute as I am. In other words, I'm perfect. Nothing can win me, because I am the first, the ultimate one and only hot person except…

"Phoebus? You had a pimple on your face." someone pointed out.

I felt my beautiful jaw dropped open, Artemis laughed aloud. "Good job, darling, what's your name?"

"Fiona." The girl stood out. I'd never liked her since just now. How could she actually point out a flaw to an immortal's godly beauty?

"I challenge you, Diana!" My beautiful voice stunned everyone; they froze, like what I had expected.

"Fine, what?" We got into an intense argument where the outcome is already predicted. I will win, of course, no doubt.

First, music. I won because Artemis is totally tone-deaf. As for studies, Artemis won by luck as she can never win the smart me. I won the population test because I am highly attractive and very hot. Artemis won the Archery test, because I missed the last shot as a beautiful and hot only woman in the school, known as the infirmary nurse, passed by me. In other words, it's a draw.

By the time the day ended, we're all dead beat. There is no winner, however, I have already form a fan club: Apollo's Wonderfully awESOme ME. =AWESOME. What a wonderful sounding name, as expected of me! "Phoebus! GOGOGO!" They screamed, and I made a pose while they take picture for memory.

"Phoebus," Artemis smirked, "let's have another challenge, whoever that finds your lyre first win. The winner gets to order the loser to do three things."

I hesitated. I already knew Artemis wanted to order me to:

1. Not to be so awesomely hotter than her.

2. Let her call me 'little brother' instead.

3. Let my harem be her huntress.

Usually, I will give in to her as she's younger. However this time, my pride will not allow it. "Fine." What a great deal. Probably she does not know, my lyre and I has this unbreakable bond because it loves my hotness as much as I love my hotness too. What a wonderful deal! As a very hot, wonderfully beautiful, person, I will win. Only if Pimple gives up invading my beautiful face.

{A/N: Sorry for not updating for so long, and I know this chapter seems so... rushed? I'll edit it ASAP and make the necessary changes. Kind of really busy nowadays, therefore, please forgive me this time! . SORRY! I'll rush it to make it as perfect as arrogant Apollo, hopefully, by this weekend. Once again, sorry people. Please review so that I know which parts I should change and which part I should leave it as it is. Thanks, and enjoy!}