Ilios High School - The Iliad but its a highschool drama

V. Unresolved Issues

Wednesday wasn't entertaining. Clytemnestra had to physically hold back Agamemnon from slaughtering Paris in gym class. 

Patroclus wanted to fall asleep in Geography but he managed to stay awake and daydream about what could happen on Thursday.

A lot, apparently. Much more than what Patroclus ever thought up of. 

"Ungrounded? Does that mean you can come back to school?" Clytemnestra began.

"No, silly, he's still suspended," Penelope told her sister off.

Odysseus nodded, gripping his fingers around his pen. They were outside an ice-cream store after school. It was Thursday that was why only Odysseus was male in the group with Penelope and Clytemnestra.

They got into Clytemnestra's car; they were making their way to the field to watch the other at football practice. "Why did they change their mind?" Penelope asked.

Odysseus glanced at her. "I don't know. I guess I'm just such a good son," he forced a joke, but his mouth felt empty after saying 'son'. 

"My parents would sue me if I got suspended," Clytemnestra stated. "I could never get off the hook," 

"It's only tomorrow left though, so it shouldn't be too bad," Penelope shrugged. "You surprisingly didn't miss much," 

"Apart from Agamemnon going crazy every time he sees Paris," Clytemnestra sighed. "He's so much angrier than Menelaus,"

"Yeah, it is a bit odd," Penelope agreed. She looked at Odysseus. "So, how was being grounded?"

"Alright," Odysseus smiled. "Diomedes and Patroclus visited once or twice," 

"I'm assuming they didn't get caught?"

"Nope," Odysseus shook his head. Why had he decided to hang out with his friends at this time? A distraction, probably. Also because he wanted to see if he could inspect the Patroclus and Achilles ordeal first hand. 

For Patroclus, he almost forgot being worried. The moment he joined the football team (despite the tension between Agamemnon, Menelaus and Paris) he felt really comfortable. 

Also despite the coach, Coach Ares, who was a little loud and strict, Patroclus had managed to sit on the bleachers and watch Achilles practise.

He had realised that this whole 'come watch me practise' thing was certainly a bit odd since all he was doing was watching Achilles. Patroclus didn't know whether to think more about that.

During a short five-minute pause, Achilles walked over, taking a drink from his bottle. "How are you finding it?"

"Well, I think you guys play a lot better than my team at my old school," Patroclus noted.

"You used to play?"

"Yeah, but we weren't nearly as good as you guys. Dad was always disappointed," Patroclus nodded. He smirked. "By the way, I can see why you're the star player," he didn't know why he had said that but when he did he noticed Achilles go red (or maybe it was just his already red cheeks from running around).

"I'm sure you can be a good match for me though. We should play one day," Achilles smiled, before jogging back to join the team.

Patroclus didn't know what to make of this at all. He didn't even know what any of it meant. 

As Achilles rejoined the team, he frowned at the glares Agamemnon was giving Paris. Paris, on the other hand, kept signalling at Menelaus and pointing to Helen, who was sitting by herself on the bleachers.