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  I let out a small indignant huff, “I’m not high maintenance. Why would you even think that?” He smirked knowingly and I decided then that I didn’t want to know. Whatever it was he was about to say would only further sour my mood and that was the last thing I suspected I needed when I was going to be around Charlotte.

  I still didn’t know if I could trust her and every time she smiled at me it always felt like she was the python and I was the mouse. I worried that one misstep and Charlotte might ruin my entire social life for eternity – if it turned out Atlas was right and we were immortals. Already I needed to up my game because I was out of the loop as the last to arrive to Olympus. I moved away from him quickly, heading down the hallway and concentrating on finding my way to the pool.

  “Where you off to in such a hurry?” He was still right behind me, following me like a fly that couldn’t be lost or killed. Persistently annoying no matter how many times you swatted at it or threw it into bookshelves.

  “Does it matter to you?”

  “Everything in Olympus matters to me, it’s my castle. I’m the King.”

  “Well, if that’s your logic then I don’t have to tell you because as the Queen it’s my castle too and I’m entitled to my secrets.” He grinned at me like the Cheshire cat and it only made me angrier, “what now?”

  “You admitted you're Hera.”

  “I didn’t.” But I knew I had. I frowned to myself as I quickly tried to save myself, “it was a slip of the tongue and it won’t happen again because I’m not her.”

  “Well, if you’re not Hera. Then once again, I’m entitled to knowing where you’re going.” He had me there, I realized he had cornered me and I scowled in frustration.

  “Fine, whatever. Charlotte is having a pool party with the girls.”

  “Ooh! A party. I love parties… especially parties with half naked women frolicking around. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I tagged along would you?” There was no use in arguing with him because I knew that whether I said yes or no he would come along anyways, if only to annoy me further. I returned to ignoring him because that was the easiest thing to do. He had bested me in every other attempt at outsmarting him I’d made. I didn’t like the idea of having met my match.

  Though, having Aidan at the party did offer one valuable upside. If he was there I could flaunt and flirt with another guy in front of him, rub it in his face a little bit and see if he did see me as his property, as his ‘Queenie’.

  “You know, you never denied wanting me earlier.” He said from behind as he followed along like a lost puppy. I frowned to myself knowing he was right; I was too annoyed at the time to even think about saving face later.

  “Did you say that?” I went for the ignorant route, pretending I hadn’t heard… but the moment the words left my mouth I could almost feel him smirking from behind me. He knew exactly what I was up to and I worried he might do or say something about it. Luckily for me Aidan kept it to himself and, thankfully, changed the subject.

  “Do you even know where we’re going?”

  “Of course.” I snapped, scowling once again. Truth was though; I’d forgotten a while ago to think about needing a pool. Once more we were hopelessly lost.

  Chapter 6

  After that, Aidan took over, explaining that I was unreliable and bound to have us going in circles for hours. At the same time, everyone else would be wonderfully buzzed on fruity cocktails and lounging on chaises.

  He also told me that he didn’t want to disappoint the women of Olympus by not showing up at all, when it was almost expected of him to crash the party. He simply couldn’t let their fragile young hearts get hurt.

  The more he talked the more I found myself wondering if this was all an act. Perhaps he was projecting the persona of a complete ass merely because it was what was expected of him. He was good looking and arrogance had to come with it, he put on an extreme act of self-absorption to keep everyone happy and at an arm’s length. No one would question what was under such a seemingly vapid layer, if he peacocked around like he did.

  It was clever, but then I wondered if maybe I was giving him too much credit. I couldn’t shake the memory of the man that escorted me home last night, the one who was completely different from this character.

  Something inside of me, some voice I didn’t recognize, said give it to him. Give him the credit because, like you, he needs someone to see under the routine for the lonely boy underneath. I scoffed aloud at this idea; unable to believe my own consciousness had offered that kind of solution.

  Giving into Aidan like that was like standing in the bullring and wrapping the red cloth around your waist to wait. I wasn’t going to make myself a target for him and I certainly wasn’t going to get in the line of fire after how he was acting after last night.

  Aidan could do without me and I without him. Neither of us needed the other and it was safer to keep it that way.

  “Aha!” He’d opened one last door to reveal the swimming pool. I had to say; when Charlotte described it as ‘a hot water spring in the underbelly of the mountain’ I had imagined something akin to a dark, dank cavern with a small hot tub sized dime of a pool with naturally hot waters. I pictured being stuffed in, side by side with the other girls as we sat around gossiping when… Well, Charlotte had to work on her descriptions.

  By the entranceway, there was a small rectangular wading pool that merged into the massive oval shaped pool from there. The bottom of the pool had been laid with tiles in an artistic fashion giving a distinctly Greek feel to the whole place.

  The water was crystalline blue, shimmering and inviting. I wasn’t much of a swimmer but the water’s appearance certainly made me want to dive in and enjoy it.

  Around the edge of the pool were statues, carefully carved to match, I assumed, Hunter’s face as Poseidon. The other statues I didn’t recognize but assumed that they belonged to the faces of lesser water Gods. Directly across from us was a small, half temple no doubt a recreation of the former glory that would’ve been erected in Poseidon’s honor.

  From there a marbled edge ran around the pool giving us floor space to lay out lounge chairs and tables should anyone need one. Girls were in their swim suits, laid out and sunbathing under a natural light I couldn’t find the source of, while others milled around like waiters holding trays filled with glasses of cocktails. I spotted Dana, one of the girls with a tray, and she smiled at me.

  I realized then she wasn’t a Goddess herself but a servant of Charlotte’s. Maybe she preferred the term handmaiden, I didn’t know.

  I also spotted a couple guys there I didn’t know, despite the idea of today initially being a girl’s day; and then there was Charlotte. She wore an intricate bathing suit of bright red. The fabric almost appeared as though it were strips of crepe paper someone had wrapped around her bottom half before trailing up to the top half and wrapping around her breasts before tying it off with a bow on the back.

  On me, a bathing suit like that would’ve compressed my chest and made me look like I had no endowments to speak of, but on her it almost made hers look bigger than normal.

  I would’ve never been able to pull of something like that. Whereas she glowed with all the expected pride of someone who knew they looked amazing. Even her hair was perfect, the ends seemed to curl perfectly despite the wetness and hang sweepingly along her back.

  A surge of jealousy ached through me as she came toward us. I wish I could effortlessly appear flawless like her. Instead I was carelessly thrown together. An hour before, I had adored my beautiful white suit, now I felt frumpy in comparison to this Goddess. Heaving a sigh, I glanced away to look at my feet, embarrassed by my own appearance.

  “For the record, I think you look much more beautiful.” Aidan’s voice came out of nowhere and wrapped around me like a bear hug. Why had he said that? Had he read my thoughts?

  I felt him brush past me and move toward Charlotte who grinned and latched onto him with possession. I didn’t understand where his c
omment had come from, but still I was somewhat grateful for the vote of confidence.

  “Oh, hey Savannah.” Charlotte smiled and pretended as though she hadn’t even noticed me next to Aidan when we walked in.

  Biting back a sarcastic comment I smiled at her and moved forward, “hey, hope you don’t mind I brought the big guy along.” I patted Aidan’s elbow and he looked down at me with a cocked eyebrow and an expression that clearly read ‘excuse me?’

  “Not at all. Aidan’s always welcome, whenever.” She let go of him but not completely. Charlotte deliberately moved to the side I was on, slipping herself between Aidan and I. Pushing her arm through his, guiding him away toward the deck everyone was lounging on. I shook my head to clear the disbelief before taking after them slowly.

  While everyone greeted Aidan as he went past only a few people acknowledged my arrival, mostly the servers who I guessed had been paid to welcome everyone to the party.

  I helped myself to a cocktail from Dana’s tray and smiled at her, “got a bit lost getting here.”

  “I assumed. But I’m glad Aidan helped you.” She raised an eyebrow almost questioningly but I didn’t bother to acknowledge it, only walking away to see who else was there.

  I was sure that she thought that I was sleeping with Aidan behind everyone’s back. Something about that made me uneasy, as though she was going to go and tell everyone. Then I’d have everyone looking at me like I was some easy girl.

  Then again, that would be rather hypocritical considering my absolute certainty that any of the girls in this room would jump at the chance he had offered me last night. Nonetheless the idea that someone would spread the rumor that we were having a torrid love affair behind closed doors made me uncomfortable.

  Charlotte certainly gave me the impression she thought something along those lines. She had cut me off from him and had yet to let go of his arm completely as she led him around to say hi to everyone. He didn’t seem bothered by it either; almost enjoying the attention the other girls were giving him.

  But Charlotte’s clinginess set my stomach in knots of jealousy, a feeling I wasn’t entirely content with. I wanted to do something rash like push her in the pool and grab him myself; the suddenness of this violent and vengeful thought surprised me. Even the urge to follow through was strong and surprising. No one had ever made me feel this possessive and desirous before.

  I’d almost forgotten about my plan to make Aidan jealous, his “beautiful” comment having thrown me for somewhat of a loop. But when I saw a boy making his way over to me, a charming grin on his face and the features of an angel to match, it all came rushing back. I put on my brave face, preparing myself mentally for the work that needed to be done to initiate the plan. This would be exactly the sort of revenge I was fine with dishing out.

  “Hey.” He said, coming to a standstill at my side. The once over he gave me wasn’t lost, due to his lack of subtly but I smiled, comforting myself with the idea that this would be easier than ever.

  “Hi… I’m Savannah.” I offered my hand and smiled. He quickly shook it before letting go, seemingly not the handshaking type.

  “Hunter. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

  “Nope.” I laughed flirtatiously, shaking my head doing a quick examination of him myself before settling back on his face. He was tall, more than a foot taller than me and athletically built.

  I would’ve guessed that he was a surfer. His naturally dirty blonde hair was tinted with grown out blonde highlights and a couple days without showering had left his face sprinkled with stubble. His accent completed the image: he was a stereotypical Bondi Beach Aussie.

  He lacked a shirt due to the nature of the party but his board shorts contributed to the whole beach bum vibe I got from him. When I thought about it, he probably was a surfer given the fact that he was Poseidon.

  “I recognized you though from all your statues.” I teased, nodding in the direction of the marble bust closest to us. He laughed, though not in a way as to suggest he was embarrassed.

  He nodded, “yeah, I think Atlas went overboard in designing this place. Everywhere I turn I see myself. Not that bad. I don’t think, at least.” He flashed a bright smile before offering me his arm, the charm of the action seeming false with his otherwise jock type personality.

  “Let me get you a sausage or something.” There was a smirk lingering on his face as he turned toward the barbecue I had missed on my first glance around the area.

  “Oh, sure. I’m starved.” I grinned again before looping my arm through his as Charlotte had done to Aidan, taking a chance to look over at Aidan to see if he was looking. To my disappointment, Charlotte had him engaged in some conversation with two of the servers and a frown momentarily crossed my features. Not wanting to dwell though I quickly painted on another grin and followed Hunter.

  “Gees, how much do you work out?” I teased again, my hand squeezing his forearm and craning my neck to look up at him. He seemed to like that I had pointed it out and launched into a detailed explanation of his regime. I laughed appropriately, kept a firm grip on him and smiled much my face began to hurt but I was certain I was sending the right signals.

  At the grill, I was introduced to Royce, who as it turned out was Hephaestus, the God of fire. I supposed it made sense then that he had been put on barbecue duty.

  The conversation that followed between the three of us was small and typical; my attention split the entire time between being flirtatious with the two boys and glancing at Aidan waiting for a reaction. The only one I was managing to get was a lot of whispers and sharp glances from the other girls. They didn’t seem to like the fact that I was engaging two of three eligible bachelors at the party. But then again, I wasn’t interested in them even if I seemed to be.

  Hunter, in stereotypical jock surfer boy fashion, didn’t appear to have much going on besides an overwhelming love for himself and the ocean. Royce on the other hand was sweet and unassuming but more someone I could see having a brotherly relationship with and not sexual.

  It was hard to admit but I was somewhat disappointed that Aidan hadn’t even noticed or reacted to the attention I had received from the other two boys.

  Something in the back of my mind told me that I shouldn’t be put out, considering Aidan had told me his self that I wasn’t his type. But I supposed that a part of me had hoped he was exaggerating. Further still, if I were his Godly wife surely Zeus wouldn’t like the affections of other men directed toward me. At least, this was the impression I got from all the stories I knew about the God of the Gods.

  “Don’t tell me you took the time to put that outfit on without any intention of getting in the pool.” Royce had swum over to me, leaning against the wall and sizing me up as I took everyone else in.

  “C’mon… it’s not going to make you melt. I promise.” He jokingly crossed an x across his chest and smiled at me.

  I returned the gesture but shook my head, “nah, it’s fine. Marco Polo hasn’t been my thing since I was like 6.” I teased back but Royce wasn’t buying it.

  He shook his head at me, “your loss…” He turned as though he was going to swim away, when he turned suddenly and reached out, hauling me over his shoulder and swimming out into the middle of the water. I shrieked in surprise, laughter bubbling out of me as I flailed.

  “Put me down. Royce, I mean it. I don’t want…” Before I could finish what I was saying he complied and dropped me right down into the water. Although he was well meaning and playing around, when I resurfaced I found everyone laughing at my expense. I felt my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment.

  The feeling didn’t last long before someone swam under my legs and tugged on them as they surfaced. Hunter stood, having managed to settle me somehow on his shoulders and towered over everyone.

  “Who wants to play rooster?” He grinned as I gripped his head, teetering a good foot over everyone else who joined in. The game didn’t last long since there were only three participating males and none of
the girls wanted to put another girl on their shoulders.

  Charlotte, unsurprisingly, climbed on top of Aidan while Royce shouldered a redhead I didn’t know yet.

  Before the game had even ended Charlotte and Aidan had given up, secluding their selves in the corner of the small rectangular wading pool and, to my dismay, were making out.

  My stomach knotted in discomfort and I kicked my legs slightly, nudging Hunter with them as I bent over to see his eyes.

  “You think you could come back to my apartment afterwards? I need some help moving furniture and you seem like the guy I need.” I smiled as he nodded

  in agreement before slipping me back into the water. Once we were all sufficiently pruned and cooler than before, we made our way out of the water once more. The girls took to the lounge chairs, while Royce and Hunter sorted out more food.

  Everyone settled in, enjoying drinks, food and company. We had nothing to want for and it was nice. I wasn’t used to this sort of life.

  My own had been filled with years of hard work, school and stress. I had needed this kind of vacation without even realizing it. But then again, if I was to accept that I was a Goddess this was the type of life I was destined to have from here on out.

  My every whim would be catered to, people would always be around for company and I could hardly complain of the types of guys that were about. None were sore on the eyes at all.

  Particularly one.

  His absence though didn’t go unnoticed to me, nor to the others when someone pointed out Charlotte was missing too. One of the other Goddesses made a passing comment to a friend about how neither was to be found now.

  Her friend replied softly, “yeah but they’ve been hooking up since they got here. They came on the same day.”

  Something raged inside of me then, twisting and poisoning me with jealousy. A voice in my head yelled angrily that Charlotte was supposed to be a virgin Goddess and running around with a hedonistic God was not the way of maintaining one’s chastity.