Olympus Crazy Book One: The Warrior and the Flower ((ANDER))

Chapter Three: "Meeting Victoria"

Ambrosía sank into the seat next to Victoria, her best friend and adoptive sister. The two discussed the latest volume of Black Butler, endlessly arguing about who would own Sebastian Michaelis. However, Ambrosía won and Victoria agreed to take Pluto- the demon hound with an affinity to running around naked. Rather than chat about manga characters, Ambrosía asked about her sister's relationship. The slightly shorter woman said that her boyfriend, Ryan, had dumped her.

"What about you and Cris?" Victoria popped a fry into her gums.

"He's being a douchebag wanker again..." Ambrosía slumped her face into her Italian Sub.

"Brosía, why don't you just dump his sorry arse already?" Victoria unmercifully bit into her chicken sandwich.

Ambrosía pitied the poor thing, vaguely listening as her younger sis droned on and on about how Cris King was a useless waste of human resources. Something tugged at the edge of Ambrosía's mind, and she found herself falling asleep. The poor lass had a nasty habit of succumbing to slumber at the damnedest times, something no doctor had been able to explain.

Victoria shook her head, shaking her sister and sighing. The little Italian girl fell out of her seat and onto the cold, dirty cafeteria floor. Luckily, Andy had happened to walk by a moment later. He carefully helped the sleeping beauty back into her seat, trying unsuccessfully to ignore how perfectly she fit into his arms. The awake sister smiled, thanked him, and strongarmed him into sitting next to the woman whose even breathing was an unassailable hint that she was asleep, thanks to her Narcolepsy.

"So, Andy Biersack has come to college?" Victoria's eyes sparkled.

"Yep," he ran his fingers through his hair.

Victoria was easily attractive, even with her thick brown hair that somewhat hid her eyes. She had long, brunette curls that nearly reached her elbows, thick Harry Potter glasses, and skin so pale that it almost matched Andy's own skin. Victoria's round cheeks were extremely child-like and her eyes held a gleam of innocence. But, they also danced with knowledge and his years with Ashley Purdy have led Biersack to recognize pervertedness even in the smallest form. For some weird reason, Andy really had the urge to call her Hecate.

Hecate?

"So, is Kellin going to stroll by next?" Victoria rested her hands in her palms, smiling.

"I'm pretty sure that Kellin decided against the whole college thing," Andy chuckled.

Ambrosía mumbled in her sleep, her tired voice affecting Andy's nether regions almost as much as his mind. He crossed his legs, straining to remember the last time he heard someone recite poetry, in Ancient Greek, whilst sleeping. He couldn't think of any...

"She does this a lot, sorry..." Victoria shook her once more.

This time, the Italian sister rose. She stretched and yawned, looking normal and not like some weird girl who speaks old languages in her sleep. Ambrosía bid her sister good morning, not aware of the man next to her.

"Technically... It's afternoon," Andy reminded them.

"So it would seem," Ambrosía yawned again.

"So, how are your reports going?" Victoria asked.

"Finished it," her sister shrugged, eating her sandwich.

"Still researching," Andy shrugged, chowing down on some chicken.

"What myth are you doing?" the younger sister asked.

"Heracles's labors... Hey, did you know that he totally told this gir-"

"He told a girl that if she helped him defeat the hydra, that he would marry her. Only, he didn't keep his word? Oh yeah, I knew that. Ambrosía told me that when I was seven and she was twelve," Alison chuckled.

"I take it mythology isn't your thing?" Andy laughed.

"Mythology is my thing... Kellira is more into anime," Ambrosía answered, danger dancing in her diamond blue eyes.

"Which animes?"

Not that he really knew any...

Cris made his grand entrance then, effectively killing the humor. His dark, angry brown eyes scorched Andy through and through repeatedly as he grabbed hold of Ambrosía's elbow. Cris jerked her out of her seat, nearly knocking over Victoria and Andy in the process.

"We need to talk!" Cris growled.

Ambrosía let him tow her away, not sure what to expect. Cris could be a real shithead when he wanted and he was just rude most of the other time. She knew that their relationship would end today, before she had given him her first anything. Amber wasn't interested in kissing or making love to someone as versatile as Cris King. And he seemed to know it, but he also seemed to think that Ambrosía had had ideas of giving her firsts to a certain someone else...

"What I do with my body is my own concern, Acrisios," she held up a hand and glared.

"SO YOU ARE SHAGGING HIM!"

"Acrisios Johnston King! I AM STILL A VIRGIN!" she bellowed.

Before she could get angrier, and perhaps violent, Ambrosía turned on her heels and fled.