Chapter 3

"Ok so let me get this straight, you want me to teach you how to be a mortal and I will get one wish in return?" asked Missy cautiously.

Ares just nodded in amusement. "Yes, that was my proposition." Missy just stared at him. "Are you kidding me?"

"I don't kid," he said.

"No, of course you don't," she said mostly to herself. Why did he come to her out of all the outgoing people? Was she special in some way? Or was this some type of practical joke?

Missy looked up at him and glared. "That's not funny at all. Who asked you to do this? Was it Sabrina? How much did she pay you?" Ares just stared at her with a baffled look. "Who is Sabrina?"

Missy just picked up her books and walked out of her room to go to her class that was probably already over. She stopped when he grabbed her arm, but didn't turn around.

"I'm serious. I need you to do this for me." When Missy turned around she saw that even though his voice was expressionless, his eyes gave away all the hope his voice didn't have.

"Alright," she whispered so softly that at first she didn't think he heard her. She opened her mouth to repeat herself but stopped herself when a smile broke out on his face.

He looks better when he is smiling, Missy thought.

"Well first off, you need to get different clothes," she said.

"What is wrong with this?" Ares looked down at his armor.

"Just trust me, ok? People won't give you an easy time around here if you wear that. I have some extra money, so we can go buy some new stuff real quick before my next class." With that, Missy started down the hallway.

She stopped when he grabbed her wrist. "We don't have to, I'm a God remember? I can simply wish a pair of new close on me." He gave her a teasing look.

"Oh no, you can't do that now. You're a mortal now, and mortals can't just wish clothes on them." With a final smirk, she turned around and started down the hall again. "You could at least tell me your name," said Ares.

She turned to look at him with the same smirk still on her face. "I'm Melissa, but you can call me Missy." Ares finally caught up with her and looked at her.

"Nice to meet you, Missy."

They took Missy's whole lunch break just trying to find "suitable" clothes for Ares. He finally agreed on a black, long sleeved shirt with jeans and a pair of running shoes. Once they got back to campus, Missy dropped Ares off at the main office. "Ok, I'll leave you here to get registered while I go to my next class."

"What do you mean by registered?" Ares was just plain confused about this mundane world. "You just have to go into there and ask the nice lady to register for school. How old are you? Wait, don't answer that. Just say that your birthday is… August 12, 1991. Then you would be twenty like me. After you're done, just got to my dorm and wait for me there. If you see my roommate, just ignore her, she is a little strange." With a final smile she left Ares just standing there with a blank expression on his face.