Zeus was a snitch as much as one could be. Nobody knew, of course, since he always made it seem that he was nothing but trying to be kind to the person he snitched on. And yet, nobody ever came back for revenge...
I wonder why...
When Prometheus, another little boy at Zeus' preschool had a nice toy, he stole it and pretended that it had been his all along, and Prometheus was punished. He was scolded at school, but what happened once he returned home must have been much worse.
Zeus still had that toy. It was a little superhero toy holding a flamethrower that lit up when you clicked the little red button on his back. Did he regret his actions?
No.
Of course not.
What did you expect?
But Zeus was in high school now. What could go wrong?
Answer: a lot of things.
Zeus got off the school bus. He was slightly annoyed, but not more than usual. That girl that got on at the last stop almost missed the bus again and made the driver stop at the last second. Why couldn't she just get ready earlier? Girls these days.
And she's reading again.
God, that girl is strange.
These were the thoughts that flashed across his mind as his eyes followed her across the campus. But, why was he watching that girl so intently?
No way.
Absolutely not.
He was not interested in Miss Know-it-all Athena.
"What are you looking at?"
Zeus flinched. He spun around to face...
Poseidon.
"Hey! What's up?"
"Not much. What about you?"
Zeus noticed the history textbook in Poseidon's hands.
"Is that...?"
Poseidon clumsily attempted to hide the book, eventually managing to put the book behind his back, far away from Zeus' eyes.
Someone snatched the book from behind Poseidon.
"Hey!" he shouted, spinning around.
"Let me see too! Who's is it?" Zeus lunged at the newcomer.
"Athena. Who's that?" the newcomer said, looking bored.
"Nobody, that's who!" Poseidon snatched the book back.
"Aw, come on, Poseidon! Tell us, we're dying to know! Right, Hades?"
"No, actually-"
Zeus nudged Hades.
"Yeah...I guess?"
"That's none of your business. Anyways, I'm just borrowing it. I have to return it later, so keep your paws off." Poseidon brushed the book off.
"Ooh! Does somebody have a crush?" Zeus leaned in.
"W-what? N-no, I don't!"
"What do you say, Hades?"
"Do I look like I ca-ow!"
Zeus stomped on Hades' foot.
"Y-yes, t-totally..."
"I do not have a crush on Athena!" Poseidon screamed.
It was not a surprise that Athena heard.
It was also not a surprise that everybody else heard too.
"Then prove it." Zeus crossed his arms.
"Okay, I will!"
A few people snickered.
Zeus smirked. This was going to be some good drama. Maybe not the best, but good enough for it to make its rounds through the entire school without dying out.
Poseidon was getting pushed over his line.
"Why would I like Athena? She's arrogant, annoying, and ugly!"
Everyone was watching now.
Athena's face flushed a bright, angry red.
"If you don't care about her, then why are you still holding that book?" Zeus was not letting up until things got really out of hand.
"I don't care about this book at all, I-"
Poseidon never finished his sentence, because...
Somebody grabbed his collar.
The crowed gasped unanimously.
"Ooh. Now that's interesting." Aphrodite said, as her minions cackled maliciously.
"Shut up, Aphrodite."
Things were getting interesting. To think that the high and mighty Poseidon was getting beat up by a girl.
But not just any girl.
"Just because you're some 'popular kid' does not mean that you can go around saying and doing whatever you want." Athena glared at Poseidon. "And give me my book back. I don't care if you finish your stupid history homework or not."
Athena released Poseidon and walked away.
The crowd disbanded as fast as it had gathered. Perhaps faster. Aphrodite fixed her makeup. To think she had wasted words on a loser like Athena.
Poseidon was stunned.
Hades gave him an apologetic look, and slunk off. Zeus punched Poseidon in the shoulder.
"Come on, cheer up! It's just some random loser. Get over it."
Seeing that Poseidon was not going to respond anytime soon, Zeus huffed and walked off. After all, his time was much better used on more productive things.
Poseidon stood alone in the middle of the walkway. Every now and then, he was shoved aside by students going to class, but he didn't care.
What had he done?
He had just pushed away the one person who had genuinely been good to him.
He felt terrible.
He was terrible.
Poseidon sighed, and went to class.