Mythology High (On Hold)

Chapter 9

*Medea POV*

Today was Thursday, which meant I had to spend the entire afternoon shopping with my best friend Circe to find the perfect outfit to wear to the first football game of the season. Jason had asked if I would come, and then afterwards go get something to eat. I was so excited, I could not wait for some time with him when we weren't studying. When I told Circe she was thrilled for me. Right after school we went shopping. We rode the bus to the mall, and we began searching. 

Circe is a total fashion freak. She digs for expensive fabrics and good stitching. She understands what colors look good on who, and even writes a blog titled, "Fashion Don'ts", where she takes picture of horrible outfits people wear and shows how they could have done it better. Fortunate for me Circe was my personal stylist. She knew the exact colors that would make me stand out and flatter every inch of me.

She took me right away into Muse. She pulled dozens of red sweaters, navy skirts, yellow blouses and shoved me towards the changing room. I put on a tight fitted red sweater dress that went to the middle of my thighs. It fit me in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination. I flipped my long dark ash brown hair over one shoulder. My green eyes looked intense with the red complimenting perfectly. Circe poked her head in.

"Hon, you look hot! No boy, not even Jason will be able to resist you in that," Circe smirked. I looked back at my reflection, a smile crossing my face. I did look good.

"You think so," I asked.

"I know so. Hon you'll shine brighter than the stadium lights."

"Thank you so much."

"It's my pleasure."

**********TIME JUMP**************

I sat fidgeting on the bleachers. I hadn't seen Jason or anyone I knew, so I was sitting alone. I saw a few familiar faces from last year that I remembered. Daedalus was sitting with his arms crossed angrily while a younger looking boy with blonde hair chatted up a storm. Towards the front I saw Echo and Pandora looking through the bleachers and giggling about something. A boy I remembered as Actaeon was talking to a girl with a cola brown pixie cut and a T-shirt that advertised some archery tour. I drummed my fingers. Circe didn't want to come, because she thought the idea of sweaty guys chasing after a leather ball to be unappealing, so I was stuck alone. I looked around to see if there was anyone I could stand to talk to for a few hours. As I scanned the crowd my eyes landed on a fiery ginger. His black T-shirt had line of sweat tracing down his spine as he lent over a girl with short blonde hair. 

I stood up quickly. It was Hyperion. And the girl who he was hunched over I hadn't been able to see from sitting, but when I stood, I could tell who it was. Theia, the girls life Hyperion and I had ruined. Well I wasn't going to let him hurt her any more.

"Hey, what do you think you are doing?" I asked Hyperion angrily. He looked up. His eyes scrolled across my body where my dress hugged my curves. I broke eye contact with him and looked at Theia. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, not looking at me. I glared at Hyperion.

"What did you do to her?" I snarled.

"I didn't do anything to my girlfriend," Hyperion snarled back. I looked down at Theia. She still didn't look at me, but I could tell she was holding back tears. I grabbed Hyperion's collar and pulled him to the bottom of the bleachers, at a distance that Theia couldn't hear.

"Why? Why did you get back together with Theia?" I asked.

"Why do you care, I thought you had no interest in me," he said, a cruel smile dancing on his lips.

"Just because I don't like you, doesn't mean I can't look out for those who can't help themselves. I know exactly what would have happened to me if Jason never rescued me from your slimy grasp," I snarled. Hyperion mimed being stabbed in the heart.

"That hurt, beautiful. Really it did. Where's your boyfriend anyway? I haven't seen him around today," Hyperion acknowledged. I looked down. I knew whatever I was going to say, Jason wouldn't be here to protect me.

"I can protect myself. Besides, you wouldn't dare do something in such a public setting."

"Wouldn't I," he responded, coldly. "That didn't stop me last time." Before I could react, he was tracing his finger down my spine. I shivered in enjoyment, but I stopped myself. This isn't right, it's Hyperion, he has a girlfriend. I took his hand off my back.

"You have a girlfriend," I whispered.

"She wouldn't dare speak against me," he whispered. I looked back at her, and Hyperion followed my gaze. She was staring at us, until she made eye contact and looked away.

"Hyperion just leave her alone," I asked. He kissed my cheek as I swallowed a scream.

"You have no reason to think that Theia will stand in the way of my affections." With that he got up and made his way back to Theia. She started to speak, a look of fear on her face. Hyperion slapped her across the face, a red hand print left on her face. She covered the mark with her hands and stayed silent. I looked away. 

What had I done?