Ilios High School - The Iliad but its a highschool drama

II. Odysseus Laertes Is Blind

CW/TW: drugs, mentions of non-consensual sex.

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What did Odysseus know? He was a nerd who just so happened to be popular. Popular by association? Popular due to his valuable intel? Both are most possible. More possible than because he is 'attractive' or 'plays football'. Which are the only other two common factors between the popular male crowd. 

Either way, Odysseus found himself chatting to multiple people at the party. He knew, though, despite all this sweet-talking he was receiving, most of the students wanted something for him.

For example, he knew Alexandria wanted to know if her friend was interested in her crush. And then with Calais, who needed to know if he was being spoken about behind his back by his 'friends'. 

Odysseus knew the answer to both but he wasn't going to tell people this. Tired of being spoken to, he excused himself and tried to find the hot topic of the day: Achilles and Patroclus. He needed more evidence of his conspiracy. 

If he caught them redheaded would be great but by judging both of their characters he figured it was going to take a lot more than that.

Not realising he had zoned out again, he found himself face to face with Clytemnestra. 

"Odysseus!" 

"Evening, Clytemnestra," Odysseus blinked.

"I saw you-know-who," she said in a lower voice, cautiously looking around.

"Who are you referring to?" 

"Miss 'I thought I could get away with cheating on Odysseus'," Clytemnestra sipped from her cupped.

"Circe?" 

"What a pig. Showing her face her," Clytemnestra growled.

"Calm down, she is allowed to be here," Odysseus put down his drink. But his eyes flickered around to see if he could spot the straight dark hair that belonged to his ex. 

"Alright. If you're alright with her being here," Clytemnestra sighed. Odysseus figured she expected to be allowed to cause a fight tonight. "But call me if you change your mind on revenge," she stumbled off.

Odysseus gave a sigh of amusement before beginning to scroll through Instagram to see if anyone had any sort of incriminating evidence in their photos.

Apart from dumb drunken photos, he didn't find anything until he spotted a familiar blond friend in the background of a photo of Helen and Menelaus. Achilles. Putting two and two together, he recognised the location; the upstairs of the Priam house, most commonly where couples went to make out.

Frowning, Odysseus made his way up the stairs into the second floor. Personally, he never really found someone to go with to the second floor with (he was usually up here for investigation purposes).

Trying to figure out why Achilles was up here, he was too distracted to realise he bumped into someone.

"Terribly sorry-" Odysseus began before realising it was Circe. He almost rolled his eyes. "Excuse me," he tried to go past.

"Oh, Odysseus," she looked up at him. She was definitively drunk. "Kiss me," she stumbled forwards.

To catch her, Odysseus's fingers fumbled with his notebook, consequently dropping it. "Circe- you're drunk,"

"Drunk on love," she cooed, leaning closer to Odysseus, who was holding her at a distance.

"Did you tell that to Sebastian?" Odysseus sighed, leading her into a room to get her to lay down (of course the Priam household had many bedrooms).