ღFour; Cursing and Cussing are for Cupid

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Scribble.

I’d been scribbling for thirty minutes, trying to ignore the irritating look of Eros. I refuse to believe that he was Cupid. Cupids didn’t exist. He must have been joking; I haven’t met him before.

But then again, his unnerving stare was starting to frighten me. He also tried his best to keep as much distance as possible between us. Why was he doing this?

Mr. Hariet was babbling around about the history of Greeks and such. He informed us that we’ll be completing a project that requires a lot of drawing. Hopefully, I’ll end up with Lexie again, since she and I were great doing this kind of thing together. And we’re also not allowed to be touched by anyone else, thanks to the overprotective Ach.

“Now, I want you all to pay attention here. This time we’ll be working with the Gods from Greek mythology. For example, you and your partner have picked Zeus. The task at hand is to learn everything about this particular deity, then to present everything you know three months from now. Failure to complete the task will result in an immediate fail. Is that understood?” Mr. Hariet explained to the entire class.

The jocks were simply laughing and horsing around, a couple of them groaning, “Whatever.” It wasn’t like the jocks cared about their grades. The only thing school-related they cared about were football and their reputation.

“We’ll start by your last names. Adamson, come here!” Mr. Hariet gestured William Adamson to come to the front, where he picked a name from the bowl. William must have been devastated, judging by the look of despair on his face.

“Jenkins. Albert Jenkins.” He muttered. William was one of your typical nerds, and Albert was a goof who didn’t work too hard in class.

Albert stood up and hugged William, then snorting back a sneeze. Ugh.

“I’m sure we’ll do well, Willy Wonka!”

Well, that’s too bad for him. I thought sourly. I have very good luck, so I’m sure I would get Lexie again.

“I trust you are in good hands, Jenkins.” Mr. Hariet gave him a dark look before proceeding to the next last names, “Callisto.”

Three more names came along before Mr. Hariet finally called my last name, “Hastings!”

I stood up and brushed past by Eros. Surprisingly, I felt the thick tension of air wrapping around us. There was a static electricity between us, albeit we didn’t even touch each other. I froze and he tensed. My eyes glanced upon him. He placed his arms on the table while he scowled at me, his worry lines increasing in intensity the longer I stayed in place. Eros’ eyes were glaring at me. The stupid, lovesick part of me thought his icy blue eyes were beautiful.

Seeing as I had no choice but to move, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to walk. I went to the transparent bowl and let my hand roam around, searching for Lexie’s last name.

Jackson. Please let me have Jackson. I pleaded mentally, Lexi Jackson, please.

It was as if I was in a cult and my whole future would change, depending on whose name was written on the slip of paper. I was about to open it and read out the name, but a voice suddenly interrupted the class.

“Ah, sorry for being late, I was busy making out with Chessily.”

Mr. Hariet sighed, “First day of senior year and you’re late, Mr. Austin Santiago.”

Austin smirked, “Better to be late than not to have attended at all.”

“Take your seat before I give you your very first detention of the year.”

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