Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

Some of the girls are in sundresses, some in camisoles and breezy
skirts. One of the girls looks just like a picture I saw once of Cameron
Diaz surfing.
“That,” Nicole says, pointing at the surfer crowd, “is Poseidon’s
posse. Most of their brain cells have burned off from too much time
in the sun.”
At the center of the circle I notice a guy with white-blond hair
that looks a little like Heath Ledger in A Knight’s Tale.
“Forget it,” Nicole warns when she sees me looking. “Deacon’s
dumb as a box of rocks.” She tilts her head, as if considering him
for a second. “Actually, that’s an insult to rocks.”
From the other end of the hall I hear a boy squeal, “I got it! I
hacked into the Olympic mainframe!”
He’s obviously a geek—complete with thick black-framed glasses
and high-waisted pants. He’s clutching a calculator-sized PDA in
his hand, jumping up and down and revealing a total lack of coordination
as he practically trips over his own feet and falls into the
rest of his group.
“Geeks?” I ask.
“Hephaestus,” she replies with a sigh. “I think he’s embarrassed
by them. I know I would be. Not one of them has a chance of scoring
an Aphrodite like he did, but I bet one day they make Bill Gates
look poor.”
I always thought it was romantic how the deformed god of fire
married the beautiful goddess of love. Kind of like a mythological
Beauty and the Beast. Looking at his descendants, however, I’m thinking
more along the lines of Weird Science—but these guys don’t look
coordinated enough to build the perfect woman.
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