Chapter 8: Love And Hate
I realized something tragic today. Aphrodite never felt real love. With Ares? It's just play. With Hephaestus? No way.
Aphrodite's Pov:
I took another deep breath and was about to put the diary down when I heard a voice.
"What the heck are you doing?" Rae growled.
My eyes widened and I quickly put the diary on the counter. "This book was on the floor, so, um, I picked it up," I lied.
"Please," she seethed. "You read it! I thought we were friends!"
"That's not what THIS says," I replied smoothly, picking up the diary.
"Get. Out. Of. My. House," she said through her teeth, and as much as I tried to ignore it, I saw tears in her eyes.
I stormed out of the house and ran for a few minutes. Then I teleported back to the small house I lived in. I paced, walking back and forth on the shiny floorboards, running my fingers through my hair. I did this for a while, a whole five minutes, and then I realized it was five in the morning, and I had a date today. So I decided to go to sleep.
6:30 PM. That's what time I woke up, and I had a date at seven.
I combed through my hair and put it up in a messy bun, letting pieces fall in front of my face. I put on a short pink dress that was made of a thick material and curved around my hips. I wore matching pink spandex and white vans. I was hoping to get some comments.
After brushing my teeth, I then moved onto makeup. I didn't have any pimples, heavens no, but I still shaded my face. I put on winged eyeliner with pink eyeshadow and light pink lipstick. The doorbell rang.
I rushed down the stairs after grabbing a white purse with some necessities in it. Phillip was waiting for me, and he looked good.
"Woah, Ava," he said smiling."You look pretty." It wasn't the highest of compliments, but I'd accept it. I let myself blush even though I didn't need to.
"Thanks, Phillip. You look handsome." He offered his hand, and I took it. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"It's a surprise," he said throwing a cocky grin at me. It would have normally made a girl's heart flutter, but I couldn't be surprised anymore. We were in a jeep, a blue one. He looked like it was an ordinary thing to drive it, but if I had been paying closer attention I would have realized that he was only an eighth grader―he shouldn't know how to drive a car.
We went to a glassblowing place first,and he gave me a present. "I made this earlier for you," he said. "I couldn't get it any sooner." I opened it to find a lovely vase. It was able to hang from a wall and was small, only able to hold one or two flowers. Phillip then handed me a rose.
After that we went to the movies. He voted for an action movie, but as soon as I said romantic comedy he gave in.
The movie was pretty ordinary up to a certain point. I'd seen the plot line a thousand times (What, you can't do much on Olympus; it's boring.) but my heart still fluttered when the man realized he loved the girl. At that moment Phillip tapped my arm and I looked over to him. He put his hands on either side of my face and we kissed.
And I have to admit, I did want to yell 'Really? Right now? It's the best part of the movie!' But I let it go.
Being a mortal really does have its upsides.
Phillip dropped me off at my house and made no questions. I knew there was a part of a relationship that involved the couple to meet each other's parents, and I was glad that we weren't at that part because it would be kind of hard to explain on my part.
I felt like there was something wrong, though. I didn't know why, everyone was right for me! I'm everyone's type! Maybe I was just used to dating Ares? Maybe this is actually what it's like to be loved for who I am?
But, no. I remembered one mortal―Tristan McLean. He didn't know I was a goddess, but he loved me for me!
What had he said? That I wasn't the stereotypical girl that was down-to-earth. It was like my head was in the clouds, and he liked that. He had said that there were the moments of clarity with me, and that's one reason why he loved me so much.
Phillip? He was different. I knew love, and I thought this was it.
Just―a different kind of love. A new love.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'd be ever so happy
If you'd review
It's not that hard
So don't just follow
Review what you think
And don't leave me in sorrow
~giraffesplaycello