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Chapter five: A Beckoning Battle (Part one)
4 reviewsIt pretty much involves battles between the teens...
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Okay, please review this chapter, even if it isn't my best. Also, I hope this part of the story will satisfy all the A/A fans out there.
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Theresa ran with a will to get away. She desperately wanted to get away from all the stress, the worry and the hurt. Finally, after vast moments of pure distress, she fumbled with her specialized key to open the janitors' closet door. Eventually she was successful, and wanted to retreat to the calm purifying solarium which belonged to Persephone.
As she jogged through the rather vast gymnasium, she felt many eyes peering in her direction. However she didn't really care about the curious eyes that engulfed her at the moment.
Theresa kept the same pace, with the same unbearable reality etched in her memory. She silently pondered on the delicate subject of her 'destiny' which relays to other powerful word: her 'fate'.
The solarium was abundant with peaceful surroundings, purifying any negative energy. It had many ancient tapestries, including one special tapestry with the four seasons. The wild ferns were unknown to Theresa, yet she felt as if she could connect with the foreign, exotic plant. The rug on the floor was so soft it felt as if Theresa was presently walking on a warm comforting cloud. Theresa looked in awe at the beautifully centered chandelier, obviously the main attraction of the room. It was pure gold that folded inward to form a partly blossomed rose. Hanging downwards were three short strands of crystallized beads, that shimmered in the light, like flower pedals in the early morning dew. Theresa squinted and focused her eyes on the strands, and found something very peculiar. However, the instant she saw it, the faster it disappeared. She imagined that she was still seeing illusions, which she thought were a result of how she feels. She took a deep breath of the pure aromas that filled the space. The aromas were of the essence of herbal teas, mixed with sudden spices and honey pollen flowers. Theresa gazed around calmly, an emotion that has been bundled within her too often.
She stepped down the large glossy steps, and around the vibrant violet cushions placed exactly to encounter a specific tranquility. Theresa assumed that her mentor was astray somewhere in the depths of the underworld. She smiled to herself as she silently glided past the many tapestries on the east wall of the room. Suddenly she stopped as she past a certain tapestry that was a deep browned red. Unlike the rest of the brilliant, vibrant tapestries, this one remained a dull fertile piece of history. She stepped backwards to visibly see it clearly, and gasped. Theresa had a feeling that this tapestry portrayed a miniscule clue to her supposed 'fate'. She jogged towards the gymnasium ready to encounter a certain someone with an idea bobbing in her head.
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Odie was desperately trying to maintain the pace while running laps, awaiting the arrival of a certain orange haired girl. Ares stated firmly to work out while they waited. Eventually Ares would consider going on without her, but was reluctant. The main reason for this was because he knew he'd never hear the end of it from Persephone. It would be something about not including a valued member of the team, and so on, and Ares didn't want to confront these complaints and lectures.
Odie continued, not bothering to even try to catch up with Atlanta and Archie who had entered the gym not long after Theresa burst in. He could smell a strong perspiration coming from under his shirt, and felt it begin to gain weight at every stride he made.
He was about to start his third lap (while Archie and Atlanta were on their sixth) when he found that Theresa was presently in front of him.
"Thank goodness you're here..." Odie panted "I thought I'd have to continue running all day!" Odie was exhausted, while he hung his head low while grasping his knees for support.
"Sorry...um look, you know Talia Winifred right?" asked Theresa casually.
"You bet I know her! She thinks she can outwit me, and is always in competition with me...grades wise that is..." Odie rambled
"Oh, so I guess you've already heard then..."
"Heard what?"
"I showed Talia this secret message in this... uh...detective magazine that I read...and she couldn't figure it out..." Theresa stuttered trying to sound convincing
"Is that a fact?"
"Yeah, and she told me that if she can't crack it then you certainly couldn't."
"I couldn't!" Odie was pacing vigorously, "If she thinks that a descendant of Odysseus couldn't crack a simple code, than she's got another thing coming!"
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to show you..."
"Let me see it!"
"Alright here" Theresa passed him the small piece of paper that she wrote the code in her vision on.
"I'll get to work on it as soon as practice is over."
"Okay, but remember, this is our little secret." Stated Theresa firmly
"Sure...whatever..." Odie walked away while examining the paper in a trance. Theresa smiled to herself; Odie wasn't the only one with a brain.
Jay was lifting weights with Herry as he noticed Theresa having a conversation with Odie. As Odie was walking away, deep in thought, Jay went up towards Theresa.
"Hey Theresa, I think you should get ready for combat practice, Ares is already upset that you delayed it so far." Jay told her casually
Jay was looking for a reaction of some sort, especially with the way she has been acting lately.
"I guess I should" Theresa replied flatly
Jay was astonished that she could cool off so easily after the sudden outburst of rage she had with Archie. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't detect the slightest hint of emotion in her eyes. Jay sighed to himself as Theresa headed for the change room. He missed those intriguing eyes that observed their surroundings with care. He remembered how her pair of eyes used to watch him with a tinge of love. He knew he might have been hallucinating, but ever since Valentines Day...no it was hopeless to ever imagine having a chance with her. It was hopeless to even try with a demonic god running around. It was so hopeless, that instead of sprinting towards Theresa to grab her by the shoulders, and express his hearts profound poems that taunted him each day, he walked in the opposite direction.
Theresa, on the other hand, was questioning her next move. She was alone in the change room, and didn't want to reencounter another 'shadow' of herself. She turned her head at a ninety-degree angle, watching her surroundings carefully. The room was shadowed, as the large indigo lockers were leviathans overlooking an omniscient scene. However, there wasn't a single trace of physical danger. It was just as if the darkening room was a supernatural emotion, slowly unwrapping itself to reveal a horrific surprise.
Theresa shook her head vigorously, willing herself to escape the feeling of pure solitude. Yet, as time slowly crept forward, her insides turned and raveled itself into an unbreakable knot. The knot became increasingly tighter, as her head felt as if it was perfectly in place to be crushed like a nut in between a nutcracker's jaw. She let a soft, yet powerful whine escape her dried, cracked lips.
Theresa felt a rush of air, as she quickly let her body drop to the glossy tiles, which now currently were tinged a deep, yet piercing red. As if on cue, Atlanta burst into the change room, retrieving her forgotten water bottle.
"Theresa!"
As soon as the name flew from her dehydrated mouth, the red that surrounded Theresa evaporated. Theresa felt her strength slowly recuperating, as she set her now dull sapphire eyes on her concerned companion.
"Leave!" cried Theresa with underlying trauma
"But-"
"I SAID LEAVE!" Theresa, now standing, hurtled herself at Atlanta's direction and shoved her out the door.
Atlanta was on the other side of the door, astonished and appalled by her supposed friend's actions. She didn't know what to do. She was debating with herself whether or not to reenter the room, but felt extremely disoriented. Not wanting to leave her friend in her blatant time of need, she managed to take a semi-confident step forward. However, found herself backtracking three steps as the shamed Theresa, changed in the proper attire for a workout, sped wearily by her.
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"Excellent! Now that everybody's here, we can finally start our designated training!" shouted Ares
They were all standing in a perfect line, as the sun's brilliant rays seeped through the stain glass windows that portrayed many blurs of colours, in forms that resembled ripples in a pond. They're eyes screamed in agony , as the scorching brightness of the sun snuck in under they're half shut eye lids that were reenacting blinds covering a pair of windows that overlook many events in life. The intensity of the massive sphere of fire and gas was slightly relieved, as a small wandering cumulus cloud passed across the sun's center.
"Since a certain female member of the team went galloping around to who knows where, we'll have to just cut through you're regular periods of education." He was staring directly into Theresa's eyes, as they fought a one-on-one battle in each others pupils. Ares got a sick feeling in his abdomen, and knew that feeling only too well. However, he kept his bitter worries sealed within his mind, waiting patiently to deliver them to Hera later on.
"Oh great, a whole day of gym class, now I know I'm living my nightmare." Odie groaned.
Atlanta rapidly shot her hand above her oval shaped head.
"What is it Atlanta?" asked Ares
"Does that mean were going to miss lunch?"
"No, the final battle will take place after lunch." He replied
Herry was delighted that they wouldn't miss a minute of lunch. He rubbed his abdomen with care, and strode to Ares to give him a smile that resembled a lopsided, upside down rainbow. Ares, a little disturbed by Herry's profound obsession for food, quickly strode down to the other end of the line.
"Alright, this is how it's going to work," he paused for breath and continued,
"Everyone will fight with their fists, if you know what I mean. The winner of each team will face each other until only two remain. After lunch two of you will fight until everyone's eliminated, except for the winner."
He looked around expecting to see some sort of reaction that mortals were famous for. Ares sniggered quietly to himself; any emotion besides fury for the enemy was a waste of time. Or at least, that was his opinion on the delicate subject of 'feelings'.
"So get in to partners already!"
As usual, Theresa and Jay paired up, Atlanta and Archie were partners, which left the three boys with one another, Herry playing the winner of Odie and Neil.
"Actually, I think everyone should switch partners today, so the fights aren't as predictable."
So, obeying orders, Jay paired up with Herry, Atlanta with Odie, Neil with Theresa and Archie playing the winner form Herry and Jay.
Atlanta smirked down at Odie, he could beat her in a math test, but fighting was her specialty. She was the huntress, whereas he was the insignificant creature with its only defense being to run away. Odie, having the keen senses of a prey, was watching with care at what Atlanta was doing. Unlike a helpless creature, he had the advantage of being a descendant of the great Odysseus. He read her eyes perfectly, as she dove in for the kill. She ran with her full speed, and Odie predicted this move and jumped out of the way. Atlanta, knowing her prey, like every good hunter, was planning on that move. So, she ran past him, tripped him when he least expected it, and by the time anyone could make out what was happening, Odie was pinned to the ground with Atlanta's foot on his chest.
"Well that was embarrassing." complained Odie as he limped to the 'loser' side of the room.
"You'll live." Replied Atlanta
Neil had no chance of winning against Theresa, even if his luck amounted to a million dollars. He smirked to himself as he pulled out his mirror to gaze at his fighting stance. He was famous for the move that consisted of blurring his enemy's vision, thus disorienting them until they fell with an absurd clumsiness. Theresa rolled her eyes at the thought of Neil's surreal predicable habits.
"What's wrong Neil, afraid you'll break a precious nail?" taunted Theresa bemusedly.
Everyone heard the scorn in her voice, indicating that she was dead serious.
Neil felt a lump pain in his throat, as he normally would when Atlanta insulted him, and meant it. Readying a full comeback he stated, rather timidly,
"At least I have a precious nail to break!" He hesitantly put his mirror in his back pocket, knowing it would not make a difference while facing the new Theresa. Theresa, not caring about gym class in the first place, dove towards Neil. Neil, surprised by this gesture held his hands in front of his face, and stood there like a deer paralyzed by a car's headlights in the middle of the road. However, instead of bashing him up, she took his non-callused hand, and readied herself to break his precious nail on his index finger. He gasped, and screamed, "Alright! Just please don't destroy perfection!"
He ran to the losers' side, as Theresa went to the winners'.
Jay was finishing up his job with Herry, as he was all brawn and no wits. Jay played Toro with Herry, who was acting as the bull, and lunged at Jay. Jay waited for the right moment, and sped to his right Herry, unfortunately smashed into a pillar, but had no serious harm done to him. He grunted in defeat and joined the other boys. Archie came up to Jay for a long, tedious battle based with misunderstanding and tension. Misunderstanding and tension enabled thanks to a certain female psychic. It wasn't obvious at first, but later on, they realized they were both lost in the same world, where there was only one other possible habitant. Archie swung a punch at Jay (they were all wearing protective gear) and Jay drooped, not able to continue the droned battle. Archie of course knew he had the upper hand, since Jay was tired from his long fight with Herry.
Theresa and Atlanta were sitting on the bench, recuperating the energy they once had. When Archie had finished his fight, Atlanta volunteered to face him, much to Theresa's relief, and utter disappointment.
"Ready for this Arch?" teased Atlanta
"You bet!" confirmed Archie
Archie swung at Atlanta, who visualized Archie as a great bear, more of a challenge than the insignificant prey that she previously hunted. He drew a breath and kicked at her, with the rear end of his heel in front. She aimlessly grabbed it, and swung him around like a toddler swinging a rag doll by its feet, till the doll didn't have a limb. Archie wasn't a rag doll. He twisted his weight to his right horizontally, spinning rapidly while bringing Atlanta down with him. Competition overwhelmed them, as they struggled on top of one another. She pounded with her protective fist, but could not withhold Archie's firm grasp on her abdomen. Finally, accepting defeat, she raised her hands in surrender. As she did so, Archie uncontrollably fell closer on top of her, stomach touching stomach. He couldn't control what happened next. He peevishly looked downwards and gulped embarrassed and betrayed by puberty. He turned a bright hot pink, and fumbled to stand up. Atlanta of course was humiliated by the fact that eyes were piercing on both of them.
Archie wasn't sure what to say to her. He gratefully acknowledged Atlanta for not saying anything about...well, his little accident involving a private area. The others thankfully didn't notice that portion of the humiliation, and grimaced at the position they were in.
"I didn't see him go that pink since the mention of Theresa this morning." sniggered Neil, a little too loudly. Theresa glanced at Archie, and regretted looking up. Archie remembered everything that happened concerning him and Theresa, his encounter with her in a towel, and the uncanny incident that happened earlier. Remembering these unforgettable memories brought his cheeks to a hot simmer. He cursed Neil under his breath and finally found the courage to speak up.
"Atlanta can I talk-" he stuttered, while watching her shift wearily.
"Uh, we can, talk at lunch."
He beat himself up inside, and then beat Neil up, with full force. Why did his little 'outbreak' have to ruin things with Atlanta? He also reminded himself that all the uncomfortable drama was happening ever since he met up with Theresa in the morning, and took a slight interest in her well-being.
"Well, she is the 'Queen of drama" he muttered under his breath.
Ares rolled his eyes at the gang's displayed fighting, as the lunch bell rang. He knew this was going to be a long week. Little did he know how correct he was.
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Okay, that chapter was kind of long...and boring, so please review anyway, even if it did kind of suck. I promise it will get more exciting, and I'm sorry for taking so long. Also, please note that this story is going to be stretched out and long, so it may take a while to complete it. So please R&R!
Magic144
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Theresa ran with a will to get away. She desperately wanted to get away from all the stress, the worry and the hurt. Finally, after vast moments of pure distress, she fumbled with her specialized key to open the janitors' closet door. Eventually she was successful, and wanted to retreat to the calm purifying solarium which belonged to Persephone.
As she jogged through the rather vast gymnasium, she felt many eyes peering in her direction. However she didn't really care about the curious eyes that engulfed her at the moment.
Theresa kept the same pace, with the same unbearable reality etched in her memory. She silently pondered on the delicate subject of her 'destiny' which relays to other powerful word: her 'fate'.
The solarium was abundant with peaceful surroundings, purifying any negative energy. It had many ancient tapestries, including one special tapestry with the four seasons. The wild ferns were unknown to Theresa, yet she felt as if she could connect with the foreign, exotic plant. The rug on the floor was so soft it felt as if Theresa was presently walking on a warm comforting cloud. Theresa looked in awe at the beautifully centered chandelier, obviously the main attraction of the room. It was pure gold that folded inward to form a partly blossomed rose. Hanging downwards were three short strands of crystallized beads, that shimmered in the light, like flower pedals in the early morning dew. Theresa squinted and focused her eyes on the strands, and found something very peculiar. However, the instant she saw it, the faster it disappeared. She imagined that she was still seeing illusions, which she thought were a result of how she feels. She took a deep breath of the pure aromas that filled the space. The aromas were of the essence of herbal teas, mixed with sudden spices and honey pollen flowers. Theresa gazed around calmly, an emotion that has been bundled within her too often.
She stepped down the large glossy steps, and around the vibrant violet cushions placed exactly to encounter a specific tranquility. Theresa assumed that her mentor was astray somewhere in the depths of the underworld. She smiled to herself as she silently glided past the many tapestries on the east wall of the room. Suddenly she stopped as she past a certain tapestry that was a deep browned red. Unlike the rest of the brilliant, vibrant tapestries, this one remained a dull fertile piece of history. She stepped backwards to visibly see it clearly, and gasped. Theresa had a feeling that this tapestry portrayed a miniscule clue to her supposed 'fate'. She jogged towards the gymnasium ready to encounter a certain someone with an idea bobbing in her head.
**********
Odie was desperately trying to maintain the pace while running laps, awaiting the arrival of a certain orange haired girl. Ares stated firmly to work out while they waited. Eventually Ares would consider going on without her, but was reluctant. The main reason for this was because he knew he'd never hear the end of it from Persephone. It would be something about not including a valued member of the team, and so on, and Ares didn't want to confront these complaints and lectures.
Odie continued, not bothering to even try to catch up with Atlanta and Archie who had entered the gym not long after Theresa burst in. He could smell a strong perspiration coming from under his shirt, and felt it begin to gain weight at every stride he made.
He was about to start his third lap (while Archie and Atlanta were on their sixth) when he found that Theresa was presently in front of him.
"Thank goodness you're here..." Odie panted "I thought I'd have to continue running all day!" Odie was exhausted, while he hung his head low while grasping his knees for support.
"Sorry...um look, you know Talia Winifred right?" asked Theresa casually.
"You bet I know her! She thinks she can outwit me, and is always in competition with me...grades wise that is..." Odie rambled
"Oh, so I guess you've already heard then..."
"Heard what?"
"I showed Talia this secret message in this... uh...detective magazine that I read...and she couldn't figure it out..." Theresa stuttered trying to sound convincing
"Is that a fact?"
"Yeah, and she told me that if she can't crack it then you certainly couldn't."
"I couldn't!" Odie was pacing vigorously, "If she thinks that a descendant of Odysseus couldn't crack a simple code, than she's got another thing coming!"
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to show you..."
"Let me see it!"
"Alright here" Theresa passed him the small piece of paper that she wrote the code in her vision on.
"I'll get to work on it as soon as practice is over."
"Okay, but remember, this is our little secret." Stated Theresa firmly
"Sure...whatever..." Odie walked away while examining the paper in a trance. Theresa smiled to herself; Odie wasn't the only one with a brain.
Jay was lifting weights with Herry as he noticed Theresa having a conversation with Odie. As Odie was walking away, deep in thought, Jay went up towards Theresa.
"Hey Theresa, I think you should get ready for combat practice, Ares is already upset that you delayed it so far." Jay told her casually
Jay was looking for a reaction of some sort, especially with the way she has been acting lately.
"I guess I should" Theresa replied flatly
Jay was astonished that she could cool off so easily after the sudden outburst of rage she had with Archie. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't detect the slightest hint of emotion in her eyes. Jay sighed to himself as Theresa headed for the change room. He missed those intriguing eyes that observed their surroundings with care. He remembered how her pair of eyes used to watch him with a tinge of love. He knew he might have been hallucinating, but ever since Valentines Day...no it was hopeless to ever imagine having a chance with her. It was hopeless to even try with a demonic god running around. It was so hopeless, that instead of sprinting towards Theresa to grab her by the shoulders, and express his hearts profound poems that taunted him each day, he walked in the opposite direction.
Theresa, on the other hand, was questioning her next move. She was alone in the change room, and didn't want to reencounter another 'shadow' of herself. She turned her head at a ninety-degree angle, watching her surroundings carefully. The room was shadowed, as the large indigo lockers were leviathans overlooking an omniscient scene. However, there wasn't a single trace of physical danger. It was just as if the darkening room was a supernatural emotion, slowly unwrapping itself to reveal a horrific surprise.
Theresa shook her head vigorously, willing herself to escape the feeling of pure solitude. Yet, as time slowly crept forward, her insides turned and raveled itself into an unbreakable knot. The knot became increasingly tighter, as her head felt as if it was perfectly in place to be crushed like a nut in between a nutcracker's jaw. She let a soft, yet powerful whine escape her dried, cracked lips.
Theresa felt a rush of air, as she quickly let her body drop to the glossy tiles, which now currently were tinged a deep, yet piercing red. As if on cue, Atlanta burst into the change room, retrieving her forgotten water bottle.
"Theresa!"
As soon as the name flew from her dehydrated mouth, the red that surrounded Theresa evaporated. Theresa felt her strength slowly recuperating, as she set her now dull sapphire eyes on her concerned companion.
"Leave!" cried Theresa with underlying trauma
"But-"
"I SAID LEAVE!" Theresa, now standing, hurtled herself at Atlanta's direction and shoved her out the door.
Atlanta was on the other side of the door, astonished and appalled by her supposed friend's actions. She didn't know what to do. She was debating with herself whether or not to reenter the room, but felt extremely disoriented. Not wanting to leave her friend in her blatant time of need, she managed to take a semi-confident step forward. However, found herself backtracking three steps as the shamed Theresa, changed in the proper attire for a workout, sped wearily by her.
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"Excellent! Now that everybody's here, we can finally start our designated training!" shouted Ares
They were all standing in a perfect line, as the sun's brilliant rays seeped through the stain glass windows that portrayed many blurs of colours, in forms that resembled ripples in a pond. They're eyes screamed in agony , as the scorching brightness of the sun snuck in under they're half shut eye lids that were reenacting blinds covering a pair of windows that overlook many events in life. The intensity of the massive sphere of fire and gas was slightly relieved, as a small wandering cumulus cloud passed across the sun's center.
"Since a certain female member of the team went galloping around to who knows where, we'll have to just cut through you're regular periods of education." He was staring directly into Theresa's eyes, as they fought a one-on-one battle in each others pupils. Ares got a sick feeling in his abdomen, and knew that feeling only too well. However, he kept his bitter worries sealed within his mind, waiting patiently to deliver them to Hera later on.
"Oh great, a whole day of gym class, now I know I'm living my nightmare." Odie groaned.
Atlanta rapidly shot her hand above her oval shaped head.
"What is it Atlanta?" asked Ares
"Does that mean were going to miss lunch?"
"No, the final battle will take place after lunch." He replied
Herry was delighted that they wouldn't miss a minute of lunch. He rubbed his abdomen with care, and strode to Ares to give him a smile that resembled a lopsided, upside down rainbow. Ares, a little disturbed by Herry's profound obsession for food, quickly strode down to the other end of the line.
"Alright, this is how it's going to work," he paused for breath and continued,
"Everyone will fight with their fists, if you know what I mean. The winner of each team will face each other until only two remain. After lunch two of you will fight until everyone's eliminated, except for the winner."
He looked around expecting to see some sort of reaction that mortals were famous for. Ares sniggered quietly to himself; any emotion besides fury for the enemy was a waste of time. Or at least, that was his opinion on the delicate subject of 'feelings'.
"So get in to partners already!"
As usual, Theresa and Jay paired up, Atlanta and Archie were partners, which left the three boys with one another, Herry playing the winner of Odie and Neil.
"Actually, I think everyone should switch partners today, so the fights aren't as predictable."
So, obeying orders, Jay paired up with Herry, Atlanta with Odie, Neil with Theresa and Archie playing the winner form Herry and Jay.
Atlanta smirked down at Odie, he could beat her in a math test, but fighting was her specialty. She was the huntress, whereas he was the insignificant creature with its only defense being to run away. Odie, having the keen senses of a prey, was watching with care at what Atlanta was doing. Unlike a helpless creature, he had the advantage of being a descendant of the great Odysseus. He read her eyes perfectly, as she dove in for the kill. She ran with her full speed, and Odie predicted this move and jumped out of the way. Atlanta, knowing her prey, like every good hunter, was planning on that move. So, she ran past him, tripped him when he least expected it, and by the time anyone could make out what was happening, Odie was pinned to the ground with Atlanta's foot on his chest.
"Well that was embarrassing." complained Odie as he limped to the 'loser' side of the room.
"You'll live." Replied Atlanta
Neil had no chance of winning against Theresa, even if his luck amounted to a million dollars. He smirked to himself as he pulled out his mirror to gaze at his fighting stance. He was famous for the move that consisted of blurring his enemy's vision, thus disorienting them until they fell with an absurd clumsiness. Theresa rolled her eyes at the thought of Neil's surreal predicable habits.
"What's wrong Neil, afraid you'll break a precious nail?" taunted Theresa bemusedly.
Everyone heard the scorn in her voice, indicating that she was dead serious.
Neil felt a lump pain in his throat, as he normally would when Atlanta insulted him, and meant it. Readying a full comeback he stated, rather timidly,
"At least I have a precious nail to break!" He hesitantly put his mirror in his back pocket, knowing it would not make a difference while facing the new Theresa. Theresa, not caring about gym class in the first place, dove towards Neil. Neil, surprised by this gesture held his hands in front of his face, and stood there like a deer paralyzed by a car's headlights in the middle of the road. However, instead of bashing him up, she took his non-callused hand, and readied herself to break his precious nail on his index finger. He gasped, and screamed, "Alright! Just please don't destroy perfection!"
He ran to the losers' side, as Theresa went to the winners'.
Jay was finishing up his job with Herry, as he was all brawn and no wits. Jay played Toro with Herry, who was acting as the bull, and lunged at Jay. Jay waited for the right moment, and sped to his right Herry, unfortunately smashed into a pillar, but had no serious harm done to him. He grunted in defeat and joined the other boys. Archie came up to Jay for a long, tedious battle based with misunderstanding and tension. Misunderstanding and tension enabled thanks to a certain female psychic. It wasn't obvious at first, but later on, they realized they were both lost in the same world, where there was only one other possible habitant. Archie swung a punch at Jay (they were all wearing protective gear) and Jay drooped, not able to continue the droned battle. Archie of course knew he had the upper hand, since Jay was tired from his long fight with Herry.
Theresa and Atlanta were sitting on the bench, recuperating the energy they once had. When Archie had finished his fight, Atlanta volunteered to face him, much to Theresa's relief, and utter disappointment.
"Ready for this Arch?" teased Atlanta
"You bet!" confirmed Archie
Archie swung at Atlanta, who visualized Archie as a great bear, more of a challenge than the insignificant prey that she previously hunted. He drew a breath and kicked at her, with the rear end of his heel in front. She aimlessly grabbed it, and swung him around like a toddler swinging a rag doll by its feet, till the doll didn't have a limb. Archie wasn't a rag doll. He twisted his weight to his right horizontally, spinning rapidly while bringing Atlanta down with him. Competition overwhelmed them, as they struggled on top of one another. She pounded with her protective fist, but could not withhold Archie's firm grasp on her abdomen. Finally, accepting defeat, she raised her hands in surrender. As she did so, Archie uncontrollably fell closer on top of her, stomach touching stomach. He couldn't control what happened next. He peevishly looked downwards and gulped embarrassed and betrayed by puberty. He turned a bright hot pink, and fumbled to stand up. Atlanta of course was humiliated by the fact that eyes were piercing on both of them.
Archie wasn't sure what to say to her. He gratefully acknowledged Atlanta for not saying anything about...well, his little accident involving a private area. The others thankfully didn't notice that portion of the humiliation, and grimaced at the position they were in.
"I didn't see him go that pink since the mention of Theresa this morning." sniggered Neil, a little too loudly. Theresa glanced at Archie, and regretted looking up. Archie remembered everything that happened concerning him and Theresa, his encounter with her in a towel, and the uncanny incident that happened earlier. Remembering these unforgettable memories brought his cheeks to a hot simmer. He cursed Neil under his breath and finally found the courage to speak up.
"Atlanta can I talk-" he stuttered, while watching her shift wearily.
"Uh, we can, talk at lunch."
He beat himself up inside, and then beat Neil up, with full force. Why did his little 'outbreak' have to ruin things with Atlanta? He also reminded himself that all the uncomfortable drama was happening ever since he met up with Theresa in the morning, and took a slight interest in her well-being.
"Well, she is the 'Queen of drama" he muttered under his breath.
Ares rolled his eyes at the gang's displayed fighting, as the lunch bell rang. He knew this was going to be a long week. Little did he know how correct he was.
***********
Okay, that chapter was kind of long...and boring, so please review anyway, even if it did kind of suck. I promise it will get more exciting, and I'm sorry for taking so long. Also, please note that this story is going to be stretched out and long, so it may take a while to complete it. So please R&R!
Magic144
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