Olympus College

Your problem, not mine.

His striking eyes once again met mine as he shifted to lean on both of his muscular arms propped up against the back of the couch.
"You're with Eros?" He asks.

I blink in confusion. "We met today."

"Looks like you got friendly pretty quickly," he notes.

I roll my eyes. "Why do you care?"

He sighs. "Just try to stay away from him. He may seem friendly, but he's untrustworthy."

"Since when do you care about my relationships?"

He tilts his head in acknowledgement, a single blonde curl falling onto his forehead. "Since they affected me. I know you're new here, but if I have to witness one more infamous Eros-love-triangle, I'm quitting college."

"Sounds like that's your problem, not mine," I chuckle.

He raises an eyebrow in confusion. "I don't think you're taking my advice seriously."

I clap my hands. "Ding-ding," I indicate. "It's because I'm not. You're an entitled brat, and I don't care about what you have to say."

I can hear a faint growl of frustration from his throat, only sealing my growing satisfaction.

Eros walks up to the two of us, and folds his arms as he looks at Apollo with distaste.

"Apollo." He states plainly.

Apollo fakes a smile. "Hey, Eros."

"You harassing Hermes?" Eros cocks his head and glares at Apollo.

"Nope, I'm actually about to head home,"
Apollo counters. He then leans down, places his calloused hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, his warm breathe tickling my neck and sending a rush of energy down my spine. "Just trust me, okay?" He whispers. "Eros isn't a good guy."

With that, he stands up straight and walks out the door, taking an attractive goddess with him.

Eros sighs and shakes his head in distaste. "I really don't like him."

"Me neither," I calmly admit. Apollo disliking Eros makes me like him more.

"It's late," Eros mentions. "I'm heading back to my dorm before this party dies out. Would you like me to walk you back to yours?"

I shake my head. "I'm fine, thank you though."

"No problem," he smiles. "I had a great time tonight. You seem fun, I'd like to see you again," he admits.

"Me too," I agree.

He pulls out a notepad and pen from his pocket and scribbles down something, then hands it to me.

"Here, this is my dorm room number and my cell."

"You have a cellphone?" I ask in surprise.

"Yeah," he rubs the back of his neck. "I think they're a useful invention for the gods too. A lot of gods are too stubborn to use them, but I don't mind."

"I entirely agree! Not many people have one." I pull out my phone. "I've had this one for a while now, I updated it though; made it god-worthy if you will."

Eros chuckles. "That's really cool, you'll have to call me."

"I will," I assure him, taking the note with his handwriting and putting it in my coat pocket. "I'll see you around, Eros."

"You as well, Hermes," he replies, sinking his hands into his pockets as he walks out the door. I leave soon after, making sure to say goodbye and thank you to Circe.

The night air is slightly chilly, and when I check the time, it reads 2am. I sigh and fold my arms.

I can still feel the warmth of Apollo's hand on my shoulder.

Why did he care to warn me? If it really was about Eros, he's even pettier than I originally suspected.

I sigh and open the door to my dorm.

It's been an exciting night.