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For the Olympian children, if having Triton over is bad enough, school is worse.
It's not supposed to be worse, however. Most people would be jealous at their social lives. After all, being one of the richest, best looking students in the school would give you a lot of friends.
Or quote, friends, unquote, for that matter.
Ares and Triton would be surrounded by the jocks, Athena with her group of smart and pretty people. Apollo is always mobbed by girls and boys alike, while Artemis has her own group of hot (according to Apollo) girls that hates boys like crazy. Hermes has a group of troublemakers.
It seems that only Hephaestus, Hebe and Dionysus are the only normal in school.
Hebe Olympia was the daughter of Zeus and Hera, and was one of the nicer and kinder children of the Olympians. She was small and petite with long black hair and brown eyes, giving her a shy, quiet look, matching her personality perfectly. She was rather pretty so the only reason she's not mobbed by people like her siblings was because she was shy.
Hephaestus was alone mainly because he's not beautiful or handsome like his siblings, but even so, he has his girlfriend Aphrodite, an extremely pretty girl with caramel brown hair and eyes that's always changing colors.
As for Dionysus, it's because he reeks of wine and was usually asleep, which, in his dictionary, was another word for drunk. How he managed to smuggle wine into the school will forever be a mystery. And let's wish it remains that way.
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As usual, Hephaestus was seated by himself in the cafeteria, munching on a chocolate chip cookie and making a helicopter out of rubber bands at the same time.
Somebody slid in beside him. "Hey," Aphrodite said, smiling as she took her lunch out of her bag.
Hephaestus grunted in reply.
His girlfriend pouted. "Are you in a bad mood?"
He shook his head slightly, still concentrated on the helicopter.
"Hephaestus!" Aphrodite shouted, attracting looks from a few tables around them.
Finally, the boy looked up. "Sorry, Aphrodite. I was trying to make the helicopter work."
"Your inventions always work," Aphrodite frowned.
"No, you see, I'm trying to let this fly over and hit Triton in the head. Maybe stick some food in his hair in the process."
Aphrodite laughed, her voice like the chiming of bells. "That's genius! Oh, I got glitter here. Make it explode above Triton's head!"
Hephaestus grinned. "Right on it."
After another 10 minutes, the couple was ready.
"Ok, 'phaestus, aim, steady, LAUNCH!" Aphrodite whispered excitedly.
Her boyfriend obeyed. The helicopter flew three tables down and the sac of glitter suddenly exploded, right on top of Triton's head.
"Yes!" Aphrodite screamed. "Now run!"
The couple fled, laughing, with a very angry, glitter-covered Triton hot on their heels.
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Apollo watched, amused as his older half-brother launched his rubber band helicopter and dumped a bunch of glitter on Triton's head. His older twin sister sat across him, also watching, amused, as their cousin chased Hephaestus and his girlfriend out the cafeteria.
"Strange how Hephaestus acts so differently when Aphrodite is around," Artemis mused. "Especially when Aphrodite is a bitch."
Apollo tutted, a perfect imitation of Demeter. "Don't swear, dear," he said in a high-pitched voice, causing his sister to snort.
"Whatever."
"Anyways," Apollo said, "about Hephaestus, its called love."
The younger twin had spread out his arms and said 'love' in a dreamy voice.
Artemis rolled her eyes. "I'm finished," she said, standing up and packing her lunchbox. "You?"
"Almost," Apollo gobbled down the rest of his lunch, packed his lunchbox quickly and hurried after his sister.
"Okay, brother, you know the rules," Artemis began to lecture as the two of them put their backpacks against a tree. "When we go inside, pull the cap as down as you can without covering your vision completely. Try not to attract attention and don't smile, because that attracts attention." She pulled two caps out of her bag and passed one of Apollo.
"When did we start doing this again?" he asked.
"About 2 years ago when somebody decided to have plastic surgery," was the reply.
"I didn't have plastic surgery!"
"No," his sister agreed. "You didn't. But you look like it, making you exceedingly good-looking and your smile much too bright."
"Thanks for the compliment, sis."
"I wasn't complimenting you. You're an asshole."
Apollo pouted but decided not to say anything, not noticing the fact that his sister had cussed again. It seemed like these days, Artemis is starting to warm up at the idea at swearing.
Silently, the twins crept into the locker area, pulling their caps down. Technically Artemis doesn't need the cap because boys all know not to mess with her, but she still wore it since everybody knows that her brother will be next to her when they enter the locker area. Then, they'll get mobbed.
Just like every other day.
It was very annoying. Girls would swarm forward, loopy with love. They venerated Apollo's dazzling smile, sky blue eyes, and perfect, golden skin. They adored his carefree manner and humorous jokes. What they didn't know is that they were the jokes.
Boys would come up to him, thinking that he's popular and could easily get a girl. They also want to come up to the legendary Olympus mansion, which is stupid because bringing friends back home without permission is against one of the ground rules of the Olympians.
Slinking in the shadows, the twins went past the locker area and arrived in front of the library. Immediately, Apollo ripped off his cap.
"Mission success!" he cheered and was about to go into the library when something unexpected happened.
He got mobbed.
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Artemis couldn't help but laugh as she watched her younger twin brother be swept away by the crowd of fans and lovers. Then she spun around, and jogged down the hallway to find her friends.
The Hunters, everyone called them, and Artemis couldn't help but feel proud.
The older twin found her friends hanging out in the locker area, chatting and doing their homework.
"Hey Zoë," she said as she settled down next to the dark haired girl.
Zoë nodded in response, completely focused on her Math homework.
"Have you guys heard about the new boy?" Asia, one of the younger Huntresses asked, disdain clear in her voice.
Phoebe scowled. "I saw him; he was in my class. Seems just like the men from Triton's group." She said 'men' like it's the worst thing ever, which, to the Hunters, it is.
At that moment, Artemis felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find boy with black hair swept into spikes and skin the color like wheat, reminding her unpleasantly of Demeter.
"Hello," the Huntress smiled pleasantly. "You must be the newbie I've heard of."
The new boy laughed. "Charming, aren't you? Do you want to go out sometime?"
Artemis stood up and turned to face him. "Close your eyes honey," she said, at the same time feeling sick in the stomach.
She wrapped her arms around the boy and drew his face closer to her. From the corner of her eye, she could see the other Hunters stiffen. The locker area was silent as everybody watched the 'eternal maiden' stand on tip-toes to kiss the new boy, a boy she met not 5 minutes ago.
But then, at the last moment, when their lips are less than an inch apart, Artemis suddenly kneed him in the stomach, back up one step, and punched him in the face.
"First of all," Artemis snarled, "I am 12; not yet dating age. And second of all, newbie, no one, and I mean no one messes with the Hunters, understood?"
Unfortunately, the boy is now unconscious.
The other Hunters cheered as Artemis sat back down, feeling in a even better mood.
"Sweet," Phoebe cheered. "That's a new trick!"
"In your face!" another Hunter shouted at the unconscious boy.
Artemis smiled. Nothing could lift up your spirit more than beating up a boy.
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"Okay, peeps, listen up," a group of boys are currently hiding behind a large bush, whispering to each other, planning a world domination. "Okay, you know the plan. Since I'm the quickest, I'll be the one to run and pull the alarm. The rest of you…" he couldn't help grinning.
The boys nodded, eyes bright with anticipation.
At that moment, the bell rang, and all of them hurried off to their classes.
The only class all 5 boys have together was Science, taught by a strict woman named Mrs. Clio.
Today, they were going to the lab to do something with melting wax. Perfect, since melting wax needs fire…
Class was going smoothly for a while before suddenly one of Hermes's friend lit his piece of wax on fire and holding it at an arm's distance with those pincer things, ran to the front of the room, showing it to Mrs. Clio.
"Look, Mrs. Clio!" he shouted. "It's on fire!" and then he 'accidently' dropped it right on top of her books, setting them on fire.
Mrs. Clio shrieked while trying to bat out the flames and Hermes ran to pull the fire alarm. Soon, the whole school was gathered outside with the exception of Hermes and his 4 friends.
They were in the lab, chuckling mischievously as they put out the small fire and high fived.
"Wait till I tell my siblings!" Hermes said, delighted.
"Tell us what?" A voice sounded at the doorway of the lab. They turned to find Athena standing there, feet planted onto the ground and hands on her hips, her stormy gray eyes narrowed at the boys.
Hermes gulped. There was a reason he never told his pranks at school to Athena; she disapprove of him breaking rules and can be extremely scary.
"Tell you… that we were melting wax today in class?" he suggested in a small voice. 'Wow,' he thought bitterly. 'That had to be the worst lie I've ever told in my life. Though it's not exactly considered a lie…'
"So," Athena said, her voice pleasant enough, "I believe this is your doing?"
Hermes thinks he nodded.
"Thank you so much!" his half sister exclaimed, thoroughly confusing him. "We were about to have a Chemistry test and I thought I failed it! Now I'll have more time to study"
'That's impossible,' a part of Hermes's mind muttered but his mouth stammered, "Y-your welcome?"
Athena ruffled his hair before leaving.
Hermes turned to his friends. "Did Athena just compliment me for breaking rules or am I dreaming?
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