Chapter 6: New Kids

Guys, this story is going to pretty short I assume. Maybe 10,000 at most. ALSO: I made a typo in a chapter, when I said Rae's name is Rae Key. The other chapter is correct. Her name is Rae Black, like Sirius Black.

Aphrodite's Pov:

Lunch that day was… interesting. Two of the new kids sat with us. Abby and Phillip, and although I liked them both, it was weird. It was like they already knew each other before they came to the school. Like they had some history, and it was bad.

Being the goddess of love and beauty, I knew they hadn't broken up after dating or anything; it was more like they both thought they were superior after something happened.

"This has hairs in it," Phillip said, looking closely at the taco meat. He sniffed it. "I'm not sure this is meat as much as it is poop." I gagged.

"Well," I said, standing up. "I think that's all I will eat of this."

"Same here," said Abby. We walked to the trash bin and threw out our lunches, then stacked our trays. "Boys can be so gross sometimes," she said, walking back to the table with me.

"Yeah, and they're obsessed with the weirdest of things," I replied. I didn't mention that I thought it was cute. That was my goddess side kicking in, and I just had to kick it back.

As we neared the table, I saw Kayla, a friend of mine, sitting at the table, smiling rigidly at something Phillip was explaining to her. I felt bad for her sometimes, I knew she was bullied by some people and all Kayla wanted was friends. She would be nice to ANYONE if it meant she would have someone to be close to, and that theory of mine was proven when I found out that what Phillip was telling her was just interesting facts about sharks.

Once we got back, Phillip looked at me and started to obviously flirt, and I have to admit, I was startled. For one, I wasn't a goddess. I wasn't… beautiful. If he liked me, it was for my personality, and I wasn't used to that.

"Do you like swimming?" Phillip asked me. Okay, maybe it wasn't obvious flirting, but I'm the goddess of love and beauty, so to me it was obvious.

"Not where there are sharks," I replied, giving him a look.

"Are you kidding? They're amazing!" he said in shock.

"Okay, well you can go swimming with sharks and after you get your legs bitten off, you can tell me how fascinating it was. I bet you'll get tons of chicks," I said sarcastically, giving him a thumbs up.

Phillip smiled, and dimples were revealed. His eyes took on a greenish tint, and for a moment I was startled to how much he looked like the mortal hero, Percy Jackson. "Well, maybe when you visit me in the hospital, you know after I get my legs bitten off, boys will see how caring you are and I'll have to chase them away, legless and all." I smiled back at him.

"What's up?" Rae sat down next to me with her lunch tray.

"Nothing much," I replied.

"Doesn't that food look more like-" Phillip started. I reached over the table quickly and slapped my hand over his mouth.

"Don't you start," I said, flicking my pointer finger at him. "At least one of us has to eat."

"I think I'm wise to not ask," Rae smiled at me.

Abby shook her head sternly. "No one is wise by not asking questions," she said. That was… weird. I looked at her, confused. She was acting although she was better than all of us. There was an awkward silence before Kayla broke it.

"Well, trust me, you do NOT want to hear what he was saying," she joked awkwardly. Abby broke a smile, though it was obviously forced, and looked down at the book she had started reading.

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When I got to my temporary mortal home, it was late. Rae and I had gone to Starbucks and hung out there for a while, chatting and doing homework. It was now 10:07 PM. I brushed my teeth, and drifted into a calm sleep.

I woke up the next morning with severe bedhead. I missed my days as a goddess for that reason, but not that much. I showered, ate breakfast, and I donned a plain white tank top and a light blue cardigan that hung loosely around my torso. My hair was put into a messy bun and a plain brown headband. I wore dangly earrings. I added black leggings and flats, and ran out the door with my school stuff.

I walked into homeroom early, like usual. Phillip was already there, and I put my bag down on the chair next to him and sat on the desk.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I'm kind of feeling… bummed today, I don't know. Silly, I guess. I don't have any reason for it."

"I think I might know something that will cheer you up. Do you like writing?" I asked him, pulling out my laptop.

"Yes, if it's about the right things," he replied shrugging.

"Well, there's this website- fanfiction. net, and you can write off of books or movies or myths, and other people read your stories. You can also read theirs."

"Cool, do you write about anything?"

"Yeah, but I'm not good. I write off of Greek Mythology." I blushed. I didn't want him to see my writing.

"Can I see it?" he asked.

"Ummm, it's private," I said quickly.

"Okay," he adjusted. "Can I see the website?" he asked looking up into my eyes. He tilted his head ever so slightly.

"Sure," I said. I was an expert on boys.

"You wanna go out sometime?" I froze. Phillip was asking me out.

"Sure!" I replied.

"How about tomorrow? I'll pick you up at seven?"

"Sounds good!" I replied. I was REALLY happy. I kne

Rae chose that moment to walk in. She looked fabulous. Her dark brown hair was parted three times, making three french braids down her head, all winding into another braid. She wore a short pink dress with tights and black flats. She made it look so good, and for the first time ever, I felt ugly. I had become this… mortal. I had changed my beautiful features, and this boy liked me anyway, but what if he liked Rae more?

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(A/N: That was a Friday, and now it is Friday night. Ava and Phillip are going on a date Saturday at 7. Right now Ava and Rae are having a sleepover at Rae's house, and Rae doesn't know Phillip asked Ava out.)

Rae and I sat on her bed. We had been playing "kiss, marry, kill," for a while now, and it was getting boring.

"What about truth or dare?" I suggested.

"I don't know…" She replied. "I'll play, but only if we can decline dares, and it can't leave my room."

I nodded. "Good with me," I said and held out my hand playfully. She shook it. "I'll ask you first," I said. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare. I'm a rebel."

"Lick the floor." She groaned and stared at the floor.

"But I haven't cleaned it in forever!" she complained. I stared at her asking with my eyes, "what can you do?"

She got down on the floor, touched her tongue to it, and stood back up with an evil glint in her eyes. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." I said instantly.

"Lick the floor!" I laughed and did it.

"Now," I said. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who do you like?"

She looked down at the floor, blushing. "Phillip.

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