Chapter 2
Vic's POV
Oh yeah, that nymph wants me.
I mean, who wouldn't? I'm super attractive, and strong, and fast, and, like, heroic and stuff. I have ladies practically drooling at my feet, but I'm like, "Ew," to that because I'm hella gay. Ladies are a such a no for me.
But Kellin? He is a big, two thumbs up yes for me! I mean, he's hot. I'm hot. We just work out so perfectly. I wonder why he doesn't see that. He should. Eh, I'll win him over. Maybe I'll be romantic. I can be romantic. I think. I don't really know how, but I guess ill work on it. All of it for Kellin. What can I say? He's the nymph hottie boyfriend material guy I never had. Of course I'm gonna fight for him. That's a total duh.
Oh, and I'm not letting that Mullins guy get to him. I'm like, really jealous of him. Why did Kellin pay him attention that one time instead of me? I'm way more handsome. And strong. Probably a ton lot smarter. Basically, I'm better than him.
And, unlike stupid 'Matty' I'm a demigod. That means half human, half... wait for it... god! I'm half god! That makes me so much better than him I can't even barely comprehend how much better. It's really that much better.
I'm a child of Hermes. The God of tricksters, thieves, and messagers is also a thing, I'm fairly certain that that's a thing he does. I don't really know my dad that well, I guess he just has not of Olympus stuff to do. Still, I'd like to meet my dad, even just one time.
Whatever, I mean, I'm okay. And I'm gonna be even more okay when I finally get Kellin. I know he'll cave to me, and I'm definitely not going to give up on him. No, I like the chase far to much for that.
Kellin's POV
"So, I might have kissed Vic today. I know, I know, I was supposed to HATE him, but it was an accident!" At least, that what I told Vic and my friends. Not exactly truth.
"It all happened in this adorable little meadow where cute little baby deer and stuff come to drink at the little stream. I was sitting on the edge of the stream doing my hair and singing." Now, I always make a fuss when people compliment my singing, saying it's awful, but I actually don't care. In fact, I like my singing. I just pretend I don't so I'll get complimented more and more and more. What can I say? I have my pride, and I do not deny for a second that I'm very vain.
"Anyways, little (let's be real here, I know I can barely talk because I'm a shortie, but that hero is like a midget) Vic comes along" he did more than just 'come along, he ran in killing a monster and looked really heroic and hot, but whatever the fu.ck, as if I even care.
"And he just kinda was all hot ish, and I felt really flustered around him, for once. My stomach did that stupid thumpy thin that I hate, and well, he flirted with me like normal. And I actually swooned! Ugh, kill me now. Oh my gods, I was just kidding! Put the knife down, don't take what I say so literally, what the actual fu.ck?!"
"Anyway, so I kissed him and he soo kissed me back, and tried to make it to further but I luckily regained myself. So then he tried to argue with me, saying I started kissing him and sh.it like that, but I told him it was an accident. And I told my friends that I just fell." I look up at Gerard, and he's still drinking in my words like elixir of life, or like I bet he drinks in Frank's baby gravy. I'm awful.
"What do I do?!" I ask him desperately. He giggles at my antics, and leans back on his fancy couch-y thing that he always seems to be on when I visit him, which is pretty much daily.
What can I say? Gerard is one of my very most amaze sauce besties! Of course I see him a lot. He also is the current king's son. I don't really remember the name of his dad, because to be honest I'm so old that they really just kinda blend together in my head. Most of them were as.sholes anyway, or bad in bed.
"I think" he says, sassily flipping his hair even though I'm not being a little bit.ch or something, Gerard is just a sass queen. "I think that you might like him, Kells, and I mean, like, you might actually like like him. " His eyes are wide and I smile at him. It's so awesome having him as a friend, he's amazing to gossip with. But then what he Saud sinks in, and I frown deeply at him. He thinks I like like Vic?
"What?!" I shriek at him. "No!"
He nods at me, totally smirking like a little sh.it. "More like what, yes!"
"Um, just no. I couldn't. Like, I'd have to be... mentaky desitune or something!" I argue.
"I think you mean mentally destitute, and honey, how do I put this ..." Gerard mock pauses. "Um, you are."
I flip him off and he collapses in giggles, and I only frown a little while longer, like two more seconds, before laughing with him.
After we calm down, I bring up the topic again. "But seriously, what am I going to do, Gee? I can't actually ... like like him, right?" He shrugs.
"If you do I won't blame you. Short guys are cute, take Frank for example." I laugh at that.
"Did he bang you extra hard last night or something?" I ask him, totally joking I swear! But Gee just smirks back at me all mischievous like.
"Or something."
"Gee!" I yell at him when I realize what he means, jumping up from my comfy chair as well. "You kinky little sh.it!"
He just lets his head back as he laughs again, gods that cinnamon roll is so giggly! "You know it," he sinks, jokingly.
I raise my eyebrow. "I sure hope not." Burn.
He raises his eyebrow to match mine. "Oh come on, you know you want some of this," he gestures to himself. I laugh.
"Sure, Hon. Just keep telling yourself that." I tease home. He fake pouts while I give at him, but then gets a lightbulb moment expression on his face.
"Oh. My. Gods! I just thought of a solution to all your problems!" Gee shrieks, jumping up from his couch and standing triumphantly in front of the huge mirror in his room.
"OMG, what?" I ask him, joining him in front of the mirror and making funny or sultry looks.
"I think," he starts while turning around enough to view his as.s in the mirror, "you should tell Vic that if he wants you, he has to fight for you."
"Oooh! Sounds romantic!" I squeal, before pausing. "Um..." I say after a few seconds, "what do you mean, 'fight for me?'"
"I mean that the Olympics are coming up, Kells. Just tell him he has to win, say, three events of your choosing and you'll go out with him." Gerard States simply. I shriek, eyes widening.
"Gee! You're a genius!" I hug him, knocking him over. We giggle and lay on the floor together, talking about nothing and everything.
Vic isn't going to have a clue what hit him.