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tight T-shirts abound. Not so different from the populars at Pacific
Park.
“Steer clear of them,” Nicole warns. “The Zeus set. Power, privilege,
and partying. They make Paris Hilton look like a Vestal Virgin.”
The Zeus set? I guess I can see how being related to the ruler of
all the gods would come with extreme popularity. Who would dare
to cross them when you might wind up with a thunderbolt in the
back?
One of the boys shifts, opening my view to the other side of the
group. Stella stares back at me, willing one of those thunderbolts
to hit me, I’m sure.
“Stella’s one of them?” I ask, looking away before those gray eyes
turn me to stone or something.
“Not exactly.” Nicole flicks a sneering glance at the group. “She’s
one of Hera’s.”
“So then why—” I begin. Then I remember Hera’s role on Olympus—Zeus’s
consort.
“There are alliances,” Nicole explains. “Zeus-Hera is the strongest.”
Figures. Not only is Stella a colossal evil, but she’s got the popularity
and the genes to back it up. I am more than thankful her powers
are grounded right now. Otherwise Nicole would be carrying
me to class in a baggie.
Looking around for something other than the evil stepsister to
talk about, I ask, “What about them?”
Another group of students, all with sun-bleached hair, is gathered
around a water fountain. They look like they washed up in the
last wave. A lot of pooka shell necklaces and flip-flops. The guys
are wearing brightly colored boardshorts and Hawaiian print shirts.
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