Empathy- The Diaries of Olympus #1

Seven; The Best kind of Trouble

Seven; The Best kind of Trouble

Ice POV

I anxiously paced up and down the hallway outside the Principals office.

I didn't say a word I only paced back and forth, and back and forth, forming a kind of rhythm absentmindedly about the thirty first time I did it. 

Poseidon is sitting in one of the waiting chairs, leaning over, head in hands and silently watching me. His turquoise sea green rimmed eyes follow me as I pace and for some reason that makes me nervous. I find myself worrying if he thinks my hair is too long or that my face is too stubby. I mentally smack my own forehead. Why do I even care? I don't want to say it, but I know the answer.

I'm trying desperately to stay at mad at him but the way he's looking at me, the vulnerability in his eyes is my undoing. The way he's slouched over the, way that he's so silent, drowning in his own shame I...I just can't do it. I find myself pitying him. I find myself wanting to comfort him. He punched him he should get in trouble and yet...I don't want him to. He did it for me and... and even though it was horribly misguided its still sweet.

I stop pacing for a moment and run my fingers through my long, white blond hair. Many have told me its almost as white as snow. That's exactly what my father used to say about my mother. I close my eyes for a moment. Most days I try to forget her, I try to concentrate on finding Poseidon's mother. I know exactly how he must be feeling. I know because my mother went missing ten years ago.

When I open my eyes I find Poseidon staring at me, searching my face. I stare back, not wanting to look away for even a moment. I'm already lost, I swirling deep within the turquoise and sea green that is his eyes.

'Please don't look at me like that,' Poseidon pleads. He's biting his bottom lip, effectively gaining and holding my attention. I never noticed before that they were so dark pink or that they formed the perfect cupids bow...

'Like what?' I ask him, glancing quickly back up at his eyes, hoping he didn't notice the way I had been oogling his lips only moments before.

He looks up at me from under his dark lashes. Its almost as if he's afraid,'Like that. Like you...like you hate me.'

I sigh and kneel in front of him, placing my small hands on his knees. I know that the God Spurt has changed Poseidon quite a bit, physically. He stronger, he's faster, he's handsomer and more powerful than ever. But  I know that the Poseidon I met at the gathering is still there. He's still there hiding underneath this new, grander form. I better get used to it since this was the way he was going to look for all of eternity,'I could never hate you Poseidon,' I tell him gently,' Your the closest I've ever gotten to someone. I could never hate you even if  tried.'

'Are you sure?" He asks with disbelieving eyes,'My temper can get out of control sometimes. You could easily hate me if you had to witness it again.'

I shake my head,'What you did was brave. I could never hate you for being brave. No ones ever stuck up for me like that before. Thank you.'

'Your always welcome.'

Out of now where he's pulling me onto his lap and he's hugging me in the process. I'm shocked still for a moment before I return the hug. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face, hiding my giddy smile in his shoulder. What he does next shocks me further. He kisses the top of my head, almost making me squeal and whispers,'My lovely little snowflake.' Somehow his grip seems to get tighter. I don't mind though.

The door to Lord Prometheus' office opens and out strides Lord Prometheus himself. His black hair is slightly dishevelled and his brown eyes twinkle as he says,'Well isn't this the cutest thing I've ever seen.'

I begin to blush fifty shades of pink and try to get out of Poseidon's grip. He doesn't allow me though and after a few feeble attempts I give up, leaning into his touch.

'Come on in,' Lord Prometheus says and Poseidon finally releases me and we follow Lord Prometheus inside. I'm suddenly aware of Dionysus' presence behind us. I nearly turn around and smack him myself.

Lord Prometheus' office is ordinary looking enough. Its made up of a large desk in the center, one spiny black leather desk chair behind it and two comfy sofa chairs on the other side of it. There are open cabinets overflowing with files and pencils and paper are scattered across the top of them. Lastly there is an iris phone, a phone that allowed you only to iris message other people, and Lord Prometheus' name plaque.

Dionysus takes a seat in the chair on the left while Poseidon takes a seat in the chair on the right. I begin to stand there awkwardly when Poseidon suddenly pulls me onto his lap again. I'm still surprised but I really should have seen it coming. Poseidon chuckles lightly, sending vibrations through me,'Now that's what I call problem solving.'

When Dionysus opens his mouth to try and defend himself Lord Prometheus says,' I already know what happened. Poseidon you have two weeks worth of detention, you and Amphirhimridite may go. Dionysus,' suddenly his soft gaze has become ice cold and merciless,'You stay here with me. We have a lot to discuss.'

Poseidon and I take our leave quite quickly after that. We don't want to be there when the shouting starts.

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Poseidon and I were in the library, scouring the shelves for anything that might help us find his mother. My fingers were sore by now and my eyes were tired. Never the less, I kept searching in silent determination, as did Poseidon. The silence that settles over us is a comfortable one, and I realize that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, or be doing anything else in my lunch hour. 

Poseidon sneaks up behind me and breathes on my neck,'Hello snowflake.'

I jump, thoroughly startled,'Poseidon! Don't do that.'

He comes around to the other side of me, looking deep within my eyes,'Or else what?"

As he leans closer I gulp,'Or else nothing.'

He comes impossibly closer and glances down at my lips. I know I'm staring at his. Jut as our lips were about to touch the bell rings. He leans away, grabbing both of our bags as well as my hand,' We better get going, otherwise we'll be late.'

In third period Latin Lady Urania hands each person two journal notepads. She tells us that one of them will our non personal journal that we hand into her at the end of the year and the other is our personal journal. Most of the guys groan and mutter,'But diaries are for girl,' but Poseidon doesn't. Instead he eyes the black and green journals in his hands carefully.

I received a white one and a blue one. I lean to whisper in his ear,'Just imagine. We could call our combined record of personal events the Diaries of Olympus.'

He smiles softly,'The Diaries of Olympus. I love it.'