Just a Kiss Goodnight

Just a Kiss Goodnight (13)

Geogiana's P.O.V

The car ride was massively awkward considering Alex kept staring at me. I was aware that I looked half decent but not that I was worth practically driving off the side of the road for.

We arrived at this stupidly expensive looking place that made me feel uneasy just to look at. I was just a little common girl, nothing special or anything amazing, so why should I want to be in a place that looks like the frikking queen visits for her snack breaks? 

When we entered the place disappoint on the idea it was grand at all. Practically everything was made out of dark wood that looked like it was polished every second of the day and the seats had comfy looking red velvet patches on them. Fancy as fuck to be completely honest.

“Table for Clarke” I half heard Alex say the the random guy who greeted us. I followed them to a small table at the back of the room next to a cosy looking fire and waited for Alex to pull my seat out for me, like all guys do in the movies. Bite me, I'm a hopeless romantic sometimes.

“You can pull your own seat out.” He grumbled and just sat down.

“I'm afraid my arms have gone to sleep due to your lack of manners and you're general douche attitude.” I snapped back, tapping my foot impatiently.

He scowled at me and eventually got up and pulled my seat out for me. I sneered at him and sat down. As it turned out, those comfy looking velvet bits were no where near as comfy as they looked. Alex sat again, his scowl still in place.

“I bring you to a fancy place and yet you still think I'm a dick, huh?” He asked, his voice going soft, catching my attention.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Alex, woohoo! Thank you so frikking much for making me sit in a stupid chair in a stupidly posh place. How can I ever thank you! Oh, baby, I love you so much.” I cooed before scowling again. “Get over yourself.”

“Where would you rather go then.” He snapped.

“Burger king.” I answered, grinning at my own comeback. Thinking about it, I really could just inhale a burger right now.

“Fine.” He said, standing up and offering me a hand.

“Really?!” I gasped, I could feel my eyes go wide and my grin getting bigger. “You're not kidding?”

“No, Georgiana, if you want to go to Burger King, we'll go to Burger King.” He said, a little sparkle in his eyes.

“YES!” I shouted, jumping up in an excited mess. Everyone else in the restaurant stared at me and a few old ladies made tittering sounds at me but I didn't care. I was going to freaking BURGER KING.

When we reached Burger King I was in a considerably better mood, maybe it was just the amount of crap they put in their chips but I didn't really worry too much about that.

“You seriously wanted a Burger King after all, huh?” Alex laughed as we slid into our COMFY booth. Screw you bloody velvet bits.

“Damn straight I did.” I laughed. On the radio Katy Perry's 'Peacock' came on and I started to sing to it loudly. “I WANNA SEE YOUR PEACOCK COCK COCK!”

I stood up on my seat and started dancing like a mad woman, dancing like a dick too. I don't know what came over me, I just loved this song and couldn't contain my happiness at eating at Burger King. “Stop acting like a BIATCH! C'mon baby, let me see watchu hiding underneath!” I sang at a hysterical Alex. A few of the girls in the place started to hum with me, laughing at me and giving me appreciative smiles. 

Alex stood up and lifted me off of the seat by my waist and hugged me close to him. “You, G, are utterly crazy.” He chuckled. I'd stopped singing by now and felt weirdly comfortable in Alex's arms, not that I'd ever let him know that.

“Crazy is just another way of defining individuality.” I laughed, pushing away from him and stuffing a few chips in my mouth. Still humming slightly.

“Attractive, G.” Alex said when I missed my mouth with a chip.

I scowled at him and threw the chip I was attempting to eat at him and missing, naturally.

“I'm going to have to ask you two to leave.” Called a supervisor of the store. I looked over at him and had to laugh. He was shorter than me – and that takes some going – and had really curly black hair and looked a bit like a kangaroo to be honest. “You can take your meals with you but please leave.” 

I continued laughing and ended up snorting as tried to stand up which set Alex off into a fit of giggles. We managed to get out of the store without too much hassle, thoroughly entertaining everyone else in the building along the way.

The drive home was far more entertaining. I turned the radio on in the car and sang along out of tune with every single song that came on and dancing in my seat, wriggling like a worm on steroids. Not that I've ever witnessed that, I'm just assuming that's what it'd look like.

We arrived home about 9:30 and I was ready to drop. “Alex!” I whined, “You know you want to carry me to our room.” 

He snorted at me. “And why would I want to do that?” 

“Because my daddy is Zeus and if you upset me he'll fry you.” I yawned, a grin half on my lips. Alex, sighed and picked me up bridal style, walking up the stairs and past his parents who just smiled at us in a sweet fashion and bid us goodnight. When we reached our room Alex dumped me on the bed, laughing when I just lay there, sprawled on the bed with my hair everywhere and my shoes still on. 

“Don't tell me you want me to undress you as well?” I could hear the smirk in his voice and sat up quickly. I wouldn't put it past him to try it.

“Asshat.” I mumbled, getting up and walking into the walk in wardrobe and changing into a tank top and shorts to sleep in.

I crawled into bed and a moment or two later the light went out and Alex crawled in next to me. I sighed and closed my eyes, reflecting on the day before I let sleep captivate me. Maybe I didn't really hate Alex. He'd been fun today... and being in his arms had been too comfortable to say that I hate him. As I fell asleep, I could feel my heart decide to skip a beat as I thought about him.... Damn Cupid.

Hera's P.O.V

“This is the last straw, Zeus!” I screamed, rage flashing through me at the speed of sound. “You told me you didn't have any other children and here you are with this stupid Georgia! She's just anoth-”

“Her name is Georgiana!” Zeus yelled at me, cutting me off.

“I DON'T CARE WHAT HER NAME IS!” I thundered. I clenched my fists into balls at my sides and bit the inside of my cheek to prevent me crying in front of my infuriating husband.

“Hera, you will do nothing to her and that is final.” He said, thunder echoing his decision. He stood and walked out of the throne room, leaving me there alone.

Then I let the tears flow freely down my face. He'd betrayed me yet again. With another silly, fragile mortal woman and there was a child to prove it. I could feel jealously and betrayal strive through my veins, a fiery hate for this mortal child of my husbands building strong within my chest. I'd get rid of her. In any way I could. And then he'd never cheat on me again, he'd never feel I wasn't good enough to be respected and loved.

Being a goddess isn't everything it's made out to be. Yes, we are immortal and have some epic talents but we still have the same family drama and all of the heartache a mortal does. We still feel and love and hurt.

I wanted her dead and I knew a goddess that would be more than happy to make it happen.