Author's Note: As promised, I put up TWO chapters this time! Hope you're all enjoying my story and are eager to see what happens next!
Disclaimer: We all know I don't own Class of the Titans, because if I did, Archie and Atlanta would be together by now!
Under Her Spell
It was Saturday night. Atlanta was lying on her bed, wallowing in self-pity. The past week had been a nightmare. Archie hadn't talked to ANY of them. Instead, he spent his time making out with Isobel every free chance he got. It was so difficult, not being able to fool around with him, not being able to go for rides on his motorcycle, not being able to fantasize about her lips grazing his…..
'No, stop it right now!' she instructed her mind, 'You do NOT have a crush on Archie! He's your best friend. Best friends aren't supposed to fall in love with each other!' Or is that what always happened? She thought about past programs she had seen on television. Two best friends ALWAYS fell in love with each other on those. 'But this isn't television,' she reminded herself. She thought about her feelings for Archie. How they'd gotten so close over the past few months. How she couldn't go an hour without hearing his voice. How a day seemed worthless if they didn't have some kind of story to share about it. She thought about how he never left her side when they were fighting Pan, how he cared for her when she was infected by the Seeper. She remembered that he was the only one who could snap her out of being hypnotized by Arachne, and how when Neil had been taken by the Stymphilian birds, he hadn't worried about their blonde-haired friend, but asked if SHE was okay. Before she could ponder those thoughts any longer, a knock came on her door. "It's open!" she yelled at whomever it was. The door opened and Theresa walked in. "Come on," she said, "The dance has already started and you're not even dressed!" Theresa herself was wearing a gorgeous sequined golden dress with ruffles at the end, her long hair done up in a high ponytail. "I'm not going," Atlanta told her. "Oh yes, you are," Theresa said, pulling her friend off the bed, "If you didn't, I would have bought you a dress for nothing!" "You bought me a dress?" Atlanta sniffed, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "Of course I did!" Theresa exclaimed, giving Atlanta a hug, "Now come on, we've got to hurry!"
Atlanta couldn't believe it. In the last twenty minutes she had gotten dressed, made-up, and gotten her hair done, all by Theresa. The two girls started to walk to the stairs, but when they got to the top, Theresa pushed Atlanta ahead. When the boys saw her, they all voiced their appreciation. "What have you done with Lanny?" Jay asked. Herry whistled appreciatively, and Neil said: "Atlanta, you're a total BABE!" Atlanta laughed. Theresa HAD turned her into a walking miracle! She had given her a long purple slip dress with light embroidery at the front to wear, with strappy white high heels for her feet. She had put on some mascara, light pink lip-gloss, and some navy blue eyeliner to "accentuate her gorgeous pupils". And last, but not least, she had done her hair up in a high bun, but let a piece of it down in a corkscrew curl. It wasn't what Atlanta was used to, but even SHE needed to feel like a princess sometime! "Down boys," Theresa said, coming up from behind Atlanta, "Where's Atlanta's date?" "Date?" Atlanta asked, confused. "Right here," a voice yelled from the other room. For one wild moment, Atlanta thought it was Archie, but then she remembered that he had already left for the dance with Isobel. "Contestant number one, come on down!" Theresa called. Odie stepped into the foyer, wearing the same yellow plaid suit he wore when they were staking out the museum a couple months ago. Atlanta walked down the stairs laughing. "I know I'm not Archie, but will I do?" he asked. "You were definitely my second choice," she smiled. "Then shall we?" he asked, holding out his arm. "Let's," she answered, taking it. Then they all headed out the door to Herry's truck.
And at the school, Archie and Isobel were already on the dance floor. "This is boring," Isobel commented. "Yeah, I'm not that fond of dances myself," Archie told her, "The only reason I came is that Atlanta…" "What is it with you and this Atlanta?" Isobel asked angrily, "Is there something going on between you two?" "Of course not," Archie said, "We're just friends, I told you." "Ohhhh… I know that," Isobel said, her frown fading. She rested her head on Archie's shoulder. "You're just such a great guy, I don't want anyone to steal you away." Archie smiled and kissed her. "Let's get out of here," Isobel said, "I want some alone time with you." "I don't know…" Archie hesitated, "I kinda wanna talk to my friends. I need to apologize to them. I've been kind of a jerk the past few days…" "Oh come on, Archie," Isobel said, staring at him. Her eyes began to glow, and Archie could feel his thoughts buzzing again. "I guess we could for a few minutes," he said. "Good," Isobel said, "Because I want to show you something!" She grabbed Archie's wrist and steered him out of the gym.
'Good, good,' Cronus thought to himself, watching the two through his spy-pool, 'All is going according to plan!'
Very short chapter, I know. I just had a bit of writer's cramp. Sorry. Just so y'all know, I am NOT, I repeat, am NOT turning this story into an Odie/Atlanta shipping. I just needed a date for Atlanta, and Odie seemed like a cute choice. It will eventually turn A/A again, don't you worry!