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      Eros sighed, he looked at the essay that had been staring back at him for the past hour. He didn't know what to write. He was supposed to be writing about how he had grown up and changed through out high school or his entire school career using one of the essay formats they had learned earlier this year. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, tipping it just far back enough that he wouldn't fall over and disturb the people below. He lived in a simple 2 bedroom flat/apartment. One room was his bedroom and the other remained empty at the moment as he was currently living alone and looking for a new roommate to split the rent with. But for some reason no one wanted to rent with a seventeen year old (More like 17,000 year old). Ok, by like mortal standards he was going to be eighteen in like a week. Maybe if no one wanted to rent with him he could turn the extra room into a sex dungeon of sorts (joking, maybe). 
      He sighed, thoughts drifting back to the essay and started scribbling (yes the essays had to be handwritten) some bullshit about how he improved his swimming career and how that helped him concentrate in class throughout high school. His phone dinged and the screen lit up showing a notification from his mom, Aphrodite. How she had managed to keep that phone a secret was a mystery. She could rarely keep a secret. Zeus had banned phones from the family since "they were gods and had no use for them anyway." Something along those lines... Eros didn't really listen to the big sky daddy. Sorry, sky grandpa. He looked at the phone and read his moms message "family reunion, skipping school, next week Thursday, XO Mom <3" 
      He sighed for about the millionth time today, family reunions are shit. It's just a bunch of grownups, mostly the gods aka the men, fight about something completely irrelevant from what they were first called there for. Usually Eros didn't find out what they were meeting about until he got to the meeting since he was a 'minor god.' He hoped the muses were there to give him tips on band since he sucked at it and well, they were pretty damn good at music. He also hoped Nemisis (goddess of revenge) was there so they could scheme together as they usually did when they saw each other every few decades. Although Nemisis had been coming around more often than normal so either something big was about to go down or she was just up to no good.
      Eros alarm went off at precisely 6 in the morning. He groaned and rolled over, blinking at his phone on his bedside table. He picked it up and turned the alarm off then scrolled through notification for a few minutes before rolling out of bed and going into the kitchen to get breakfast.  He popped a piece of bread into the toaster and waited for it to be done. While he waited he went to his room and threw a shirt on and a pair of shorts and packed his bag for school. He went back to the kitchen and got his toast. As Eros chewed his toast his phone buzzed. He looked at it. It said:
                                                      Unknown Number:
              Sorry for running into you the other day, I accidentally picked up a few of your papers if you want to meet me sometime to get them back. 
                                                            *read 6:25 a.m*
                                                  It's Alex by the way :) 
             I got your number from one of my friends on the swim team 
      Eros glared at the notification then set his phone down and returned to eating his toast. He finished his toast in a few bites then drank a glass of juice. Eros checked the time after scrolling for a while, 6:49. He sighed and went to finished getting ready, then left for school.
      Arriving at school was always a new experience. And by that Eros meant some horrendously bad high school driver would almost crash into something or someone. And don't even get him started on the parking situation. He eventually found a spot close to the front of the lot and climbed out of his car grabbing his bag and supplies then heading into the school. He was heading towards the library to return a few books when his name was shouted. He turned around glaring to find Alex running after him with a few papers in hand. He stopped awkwardly a few feet from Eros.
"Umm here are the papers of yours I accidentally grabbed the other day," he said holding the papers out to Eros. He grabbed them and shoved them in his bag. 
"Thanks.. I guess," he grumbled out rolling his eyes. By this point people were staring. Eros hated when people stared. He glared at them, then turned around stomped angrily to the library before the first bell rang. 
      The day passed by slowly, classes dragging by, as they always would the last few weeks of school. Eros checked his calendar. Exactly 14 days until school is done and he graduates (again.) The teacher droned on in whatever useless subject he was in (math). He was on the verge of falling asleep, but hey, can you blame him, he'd gone through this course way too many times. The bell rang snapping him out of his stupor. He stood up groggily and packed up his papers shoving them haphazardly into a binder in his bag. He walked out of the classroom wading through the other students to try to get to his next (a final) class of the day. Today was Friday which meant tomorrow he had the day to chill out and maybe go to a club for a hookup. 
      He walked into his last class and let out a long sigh. This day went by so slow, Eros just wanted to go to the pool and do a few laps then go home and not have to worry about homework. He was in the middle of stretching when a slightly familiar mop of hair came into the classroom. "Since when had... Allen, Aidan, Andrew... Alex, been in this class," he thought to himself. His eyes followed the boy until Alex glanced over his way. He quickly drug his eyes away from him and glared at the desk in front of him. Just as he thought that this morning was the last he would see of Alex. Of course he had to be in his class. Eros eventually fell asleep in class, only waking up when the bell rung, dismissing the students. He rushed out and went to the pool to swim before a certain someone could speak to him. 
      Getting home from school, Eros collapsed onto the couch, throwing his bag onto the floor next to him. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Greasy," he thought. He stood up to go take a shower and to get ready for going out tonight to which ever club caught his eye.