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        It was a normal day, at least for now. He showed up to school, looking for a new target. His previous one, Taylor Hepkins, had gotten suspended for trying to set her 'crushes' girlfriend's book bag on fire, but got caught after not being able to light a match. Who knew blondes could be so dumb?  
"OMG! Hey Junho!" (The name everyone knew him by) An annoying squeal sounded from the left of him. He sighed, this girl had been after him for weeks and wouldn't leave him alone (he was so glad that he was graduating soon). He didn't feel anything for her, or anyone really. The God of Love couldn't fall in love. Ironic isn't it?
Anyway, he tried to ignore the volleyball player who had followed him to his next class, which happened to be world history. Right now they were talking about Greek Myths, which Eros found hilarious, since he had lived through a lot of those events himself. The mortals still thought they were myths. Mortals are stupid. He sat down at his spot, in the back of the class, just as the bell rang and the last few students came filling into class. Their teacher came in shortly after and Eros was, as usual, surprised that they didn't have a new teacher, or at least a long term substitute. 
The world history teacher at the school was ancient, well at least for mortals. He had white hair (the few pieces that he had left), thick glasses, and looked like he could disintegrate if the wind blew too hard. He walked with a cane made of polished oak wood with his name Jean-Paul Bingley carved into the side. He got to the front chalk board (he wasn't good with technology, Eros wasn't surprised at all) and wrote two words on it "Cupids Arrows" and Eros, who was taking a sip of water, choked and had to cough up some of the water. He received a few weird looks from his class mates. "Oh this is gonna be a good class," Eros thought to himself smirking internally. The lesson passed slowly with Eros silently correcting Mr. Bingley on details in his head. The bell rang for his next class, math, fifty minutes later and students hurried off to their next classes. Eros stood up and walked out of the room packing his books and folder into his bag as he walked out of the room. While he did that he kept a lookout for his next target. Band kids were a fun target, always having crushes but not being cool enough to ever get with them, unless they were another band kid or nerd. Then there was the 'cool kids' or the 'sporty kids' who only dated among themselves. Eros liked to call it Friend-cest. He liked to make them fall in love with the band kids and their friends get all upset at them for wanting to date a band kid.
      Eros was almost to the math rooms when the annoying voice of the girl who'd been obsessed with him for weeks. No, he hadn't bothered to learn her name, he thought it was something along the lines of Sarah? No, that wasn't right. Samantha? No, not that either. Stella? "That sounds correct," thought Eros. He rolled his eyes and turned around to see the blond haired girl running up to him. 
"Eros! Do you wanna do something after school today, like go get ice cream or something?" She twirled her long (obviously dyed) blonde hair in between her fingers trying to look cute.
"Sorry I can't I have," Eros tried to think quickly, "uuuhh... swim practice after school." It wasn't a complete lie, he did have to go to the pool to drop something by to the coach's and their assistants and he was probably gonna swim a little bit but not for that long, also he had homework. 
"Well... I could come watch you at practice," Stella said hopefully and Eros, not trying to hide his annoyance, declined this statement and walked away, leaving a crestfallen Stella behind. He now had a slight idea of who he wanted to trick next. He just needed to find a person to make her fall in 'love' with. As a volleyball player she would be so embarrassed to be with anyone that wasn't a football or basketball guy. 
      He got into math class just as the bell rang and sighed a sigh of relief, yeah, he may have been the 'bad guy' as mortals say but he still was a good student and had a reputation to keep up with the teachers. Math passed by quickly, besides history, math was one of the subjects he was good at, unlike English, seeing as his first language was Greek, or more specifically Ancient Greek. Another subject he was horrible at was music (his uncle Apollo made him take the class) thankfully he got away with only doing band, which was pretty fun, even though he was terrible at it. At least it wasn't poetry, his uncle was obsessed with poetry. 
The rest of the day passed by quickly and when the final bell rang he headed down to the pool locker rooms, changed into his suit and headed down to the pool area. There he returned a few stop watches to one of the coaches and hopped in the pool. He warmed up, swam a long set, and about an hour and a half later cooled down and went to go get changed. While he was in the locker room, he heard someone come in, quiet footsteps padded across the floor and a skinny freshman walked in. Eros recognised him from band, he played in the percussion section. The skinny kid froze as he saw Eros in the locker room, his eyes went wide and his ears turned red then he went running off in a hurry, muttering something about forgetting his water bottle. Eros finished getting dressed and walked out of the locker room. In his head he silently sent a vision/day dream, having to do with the scraggly freshman in the locker room, to the blonde girl who kept asking him out. Lost in his thoughts he ran into another student. They collided hard and books and papers spilled across the floor. "Ah shit," Eros swore.
       
      Looking around, dazed at the mess around them and the few stares of the after school stragglers who were just leaving different practices and lessons and what not, he heard a groan from close to him. Eros peeked over and he saw a mop of dirty blonde hair (ok it was more well kept then Eros was giving them credit for) that was slightly curly on top with short cut sides that stuck out in little spikes from sweat. 
"Umm sorry about that, I wasn't watching where I was going," the mop of blond hair spoke. "I'm Alex by the way." 
They turned around to help Eros up. Eros swatted away his hand that had been offered and took those few seconds of glaring at him to gather some details. For one, where Eros had expected brown eyes there were bright blue eyes that were sparkling with annoyance of being denied help. He had tan skin (although not as tan as Eros) and his arms showed signes of working out often. Seeing as he had a football jersey on he was on the football team. 
"It's fine, just pay more attention in the future," Eros scoffed and walked away leaving the boy slightly crestfallen behind him in the hallway.