Troubled Olympians

Men's head and shoulders

Hermione debated on whether she should get her dress for the dance from Target, or that fancy french boutique that she couldn't pronounce the name of. Her mother would be devastated to know that her daughter spent 20 dollars on a dress. 20 dollars should be spent on bread sticks at a fancy restaurant. Hermione loved her mother...really. But sometimes she had one of those moments where she understood why her dad left. Her mother was crazy fancy. Hermione was completely opposite though, wearing tie-dye shirts and faded jeans. Meanwhile her mother wore designer bras. Most people were shocked to know that Hermione was the daughter of huge, rich, business woman Ariana Evans. Her mother thought that she'd dress her up in dresses, and put bows in her hair. Well, she was wrong.

Hermione chose the fancy french boutique, for the sake of making fun of the saleswomen accent, and makes faces at a bunch of popular bitches. She walked in, and nearly choked. The place reeked of perfume. A strange lady approached her,with a forced smile plastered on her face.

"Hello, 'ow may I 'elp you?" The women spoke in a thick french accent. Hermione forced down a laugh.

"I think I can look on my own, thanks." Hermione said, the woman nodded, and Hermione began examining a dress that look like it belonged on a queen.

"Oh, you don't want that one." A girly voice interrupted her thoughts. Hermione turned around to see that blonde, beauty queen from her school. She scowled.

"Why not?" Hermione asked.

"Because," Aphrodite said in a sugary sweet voice, and walked towards Hermione. "It looks like something Arte- Luna would wear."

"What's wrong with that?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Luna doesn't know fashion if it slaps her." Aphrodite giggled, thinking of Artemis and how dreadful she looked in that hunting jacket. Hermione raised her eyebrows at Aphrodite's...interesting attire and let out a small chuckle.

"Coming from you. Who goes out in a pink sparkly tank top anyways?"

"I do! And I look great!" Aphrodite cried as she ran her hand in her hair.

"You look like a monster," Hermione crinkled her nose in disgust "Not to mention, how much perfume are you wearing?"

"For your information this perfume is by Marc Jacobs! What shampoo do you use?" Aphrodite gingerly held up a lock of Hermione's golden brown/blonde hair and dropped it in disgust.

"You wanna know?" Hermione asked, in a serious tone.

"I...Yes." Aphrodite gulped.

"Come closer..." Hermione whispered. Aphrodite leaned in, taking deep breathes.

How bad could it be? Aphrodite chided in her thoughts

I mean, the worst it could be is Dove... Aphrodite continued until Hermione's lips were nearly touching her ear.

"Men's Head and Shoulder's"

Aphrodite screamed in horror, and ran out of the boutique, leaving Hermione smirking.

"Weak." Hermione chuckled.

"Where the hell did Scarlette go, I swear she-" Hermes stopped in mid sentence, observing the tall, lean girl with honey curls, who was smirking in triumph.

"She ran away in horror." Hermione answered, matter-of-factly.

"Oh..uh...you are?" Hermes stuttered.

"Hermione"

"Full...name?" Hermes asked.

"Evans," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Are you going to ask for my middle name too?"

"Uh, is your mother Ariana Evans...?" Hermes asked.

"Yes..." Hermione muttered.

"Oh...oh! Wow...I mean Ariana's so...wow." Hermes muttered.

"Yeah, I don't look like anyone Ariana would produce, right?" Hermione grumbled.

"Huh, what-"

"Because she's so perfect, and she's so sophisticated, and I wear converses with dresses!" Hermione spat angrily.

"I didn't mean it like-"

"Of course you didn't," Hermione grumbled. "That's what they all say."

And with that she left the store, leaving a very confused Hermes, behind.