The Demi-Gods

Chapter 3 - Braless // edited

Aphrodite screams, clutching her baby pink towel tightly to her chest, hoping not to drop it. She looks at her intruders and realise it's Harry, mystery boy and two other boys all dressed in similar attire, snooping around her room waiting for her to come out the bathroom. When she came into the room and screamed they all looked up, startled. One of them knocked over a lamp and it smashed into pieces and scattered around the room, but nobody took notice of it.

Those mother fucking whores will pay for not knocking.

The one that knocked over the lamp racked his eyes over Aphrodite's body and let off a loud wolf whistle.

''I knew you said she was hot but she is fucking-'' She cuts him off harshly, before screaming at them, almost making her voice go hoarse with the sheer power and volume coming out. The roundhouse kicks she would love to do right now astounded her, but of course they'd be aimed at the balls.

If only I wasn't just in a towel.

The thoughts flowing through her head was only natural as anybody would act the way Aphrodite acted.

''Get out now!'' They all look at each other and laugh. The kind of laugh that was as sweet as honey only if it was not directed at you, but when it was you felt like you may just blow up and take these bitches out with you.

What a lovely picture to paint, Aphrodite mused.

Aphrodite grabbed her other outfit swiftly and ran back into the bathroom, clearly pissed off which you could tell from the angry red of her cheeks to the blood-shot, fury coated eyes.

''Come back and lets play cat and mouse.'' One of the boy cooed from my bedroom. How she'd love to send his head through her wall, but it would ruin the paint from his bleeding and there'd be a ginormous hole in the wall too. It wasn't worth the trouble honestly.

She puts her outfit on in record time before realising that her bra was in the other room. She silently cursed herself for her stupidity. She must have dropped it on the way and she was in too much of a rush to realise that she had dropped it.

Looking around, she discovered a tooth brush and tooth paste and finished her morning ritual.

Aphrodite puts her ear to the door to see if she could hear any voices from the other side of the heavy, dark, oak bathroom door. After hearing some noise she decided to take a bit longer. She looked in the mirror, surveying her given outfit. Dark brown combat boots, tight but stretchy jeans and a form-fitting long-sleeved black shirt, with her hair still wet from the shower with a slight curl starting at the tips.

She decided that she may as well enter the pit of hungry lions head first. Bra less. If only they were actually lions, it would be less humiliating and less painful.

Oh what the hell, lets start this party.

Aphrodite put her hand to the door knob and started pushing it open, trying not to catch any attention to try and attempt to sneak out and get her bra back. However, someone opened it from the other side, startling her, causing her to fall forward onto the intruder. Big, warm friendly hands steadied her. She looks up to discover a smirk on the boys face who caught her, the one who broke her lamp. The asshole.

He lifted his hand and she turned her head in time to see her bra in his hands. A low growl starts at the back of her throat when he didn't immediately give it to her. Faster than the eye could see, she snatched the bra back and quickly ran back into the bathroom, remembering to lock it just as someone tried opening it again.

Putting the bra on, Aphrodite lent against the wall to try and calm her erratic breathing which had taken residence from her being so pissed off. She vaguely heard thunder crash in the background before she thought back to what just happened.

What the hell just happened?! I need a plan to get these boys out. Cracking her knuckles, wrists and neck Aphrodite starts scheming a plan.

Why does everyone think people think you shouldn't crack your knuckles?. Yes it is manky, but get over it, you don't see me complaining over you biting your nails or picking your nose do I? No. So shut up and grow up.

After half an hour of sitting on the toilet seat and needing a drink, Aphrodite couldn't come up with anything. So she decided to do what she did best.

Force them out the room with violence.

Double checking her appearance, she tied her hair up into a high ponytail and sprayed herself with a pink grapefruit body spray that she found next to the shampoo and conditioner. It was time.

Unlocking the door, she grabbed the huge oak's doorknob and she swung it wide open before she could change her mind.

In the room, a couple more boys had entered, making 6 of them. Looking towards Harry she thought, Get out now. Harry smirked, showing a slight dimple with a twinkle in his eye and shook his head no. Your loss. At that he looked slightly puzzled but left it at that. She wasn't going to lie, when she had tried to calm down her temper it had just got worse.

Whilst blanking her mind, she walked to the first boy and punched him in the gut before he knew what was happening. Slightly dazed and breathless he asked,

''What was that for?'' Stupid question really.

''I'm really not a morning person and I haven't had my morning dose of caffeine yet. Sorry dear, did that hurt?'' Aphrodite sweetly replied, wanting to wind the boy up enough to make him want to retaliate.

The other boys hadn't moved since punching him, assuming it hadn't hurt him. His friends all laughed at Aphrodite, but she quickly silenced them all with a well-place right hook to the stranger's jaw. Adrenaline was now coursing through her veins, and with that her punches got harder. The boys started crowding round them in a circle, eager to see a girl beat a boy up.

Aphrodite punched the boy again in the gut to get him to bend over, she then lifted her knee in a final blow and-

She stopped. Completely, most annoyingly and suddenly stopped. Like she was frozen. All of his friends started laughing at her again, about how she was helpless.

Damsel in distress moment much?

Lightening struck outside, causing everyone's faces to be bathed in a yellow light, the only thing louder than the rain from the storm was the next rumble of thunder.

The boy she was beating up face was starting to swell already, with a bit of blood trailing down his face. He said,

''Revenge, babe, is sweet.'' With that he punched her in the face. She felt her face crumple slightly in pain but she covered it quickly. Stunned and helpless she glared at the boy before starting to concentrate on getting the control over her limbs again. When she delved into her mind to concentrate she discovered a black haze over it and she imagined a fan blowing it all away. Feeling her control over her limbs come back she was happy.

Surprised it worked, she quickly blocked the second punch swollen-faced boy was about to throw. Stunned, he hesitated. Quickly, she kneed him in the balls, causing him to go down like a sack of potatoes.

"How did you know to stop the effects? It took us ages to figure it out!" One of the boys bellowed out, one of the two that had entered whilst panicking about her bra situation.

''I think I'll go now. Let yourself out'' Ignoring the question but feeling proud for figuring it out, she turned with a flourish and then left the room leaving her bedroom full of dazed boys.

Boys are so bizarre.