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My rampage seemed to scare the gods into action as more demigods were claimed in the next two weeks then in the last year! There was a sudden flow of heroes and cabins were fuller than ever, I was so proud of them. After thousands of years they were finally taking responsibility for all of their children, not only the ones they wanted to.

However, this spurt of claiming their children didn’t last long. They soon slipped back into their old ways and fewer and fewer kids were arriving at the camp. At first I thought they had just run out of kids to claim but I soon realised that they had stopped trying. I wanted to go on another rampage and the only thing that held me back was Iris. She said that if I went off at them too often they would become immune to it and not listen to me when I really needed it. I had to admit that she had a point, even if I didn’t like it, so I settled for grumbling about it around Dionysus, who seemed to take my view on things.

“If they’re going to make these kids to dump on me, they might as well tell us which cabin to put them in. It makes it so much more difficult for us, what with these kids whining that ‘I don’t know who my parents are, boohoo.’ It gets very annoying.”  Dionysus said the first time he overheard me complaining about the rest of the gods. He may pretend that he only cared about his own convenience but he actually cared about the kids, even if only a small bit, and didn’t think it was right to leave them in the dark. Maybe it was being here and seeing what they went through, but he was definitely on my side of things.

I had met up with Connor a few times since our last date, and things were going well. I had been sure to keep them quiet so that the Aphrodite girls didn’t catch wind of them, but still stories about them still covered the front page of The God, The Bad and The Ugly. I don’t know where they were getting their stories from or who was tipping them off so that they were there ready to take a picture of us, but it was really starting to annoy me.

“I mean who are they to delve into my private life?” I demanded whilst pacing my room. Iris was sprawled across my bed reading a copy of the magazine, which had started my rant. “It’s none of their business what I do or who I date. And what makes it so much more embarrassing is now my fathers have taken to buying that magazine just so that they can keep tabs on me!” I yelled throwing my hands up in the air.

“I’m sorry to say this to you Izzy, but you’re fresh news. You’re the only new thing to happen at Olympus in about two thousand years. And there is only so many times they can print about Aphrodite’s affair with Ares, before people stop buying the magazine or Aphrodite shuts them down. They’ll be trying to get stories from you for another couple of hundred years before they get bored.” What! Another couple of hundred years! You’ve got to be kidding me. I let out a groan of frustration and fell back into an armchair.

“Did this happen to you?” I asked

“Kind of. But when I first appeared on the scene, they didn’t have all the technology they do nowadays. For example, they didn’t have cameras. The best they could do was to draw a picture of me. The new equipment that reporters have these days makes them so much more invasive. Which is unlucky for you.” Iris stated still looking at her magazine.

“Oh great! Thanks for the support.” I said sarcastically.

“Look,” Iris started, sitting up and looking at me with a sympathetic face. “I know that this is difficult for you, you have your first boyfriend and you’re having it splashed all over magazines, but there’s nothing you can do about it. My advice is just to sit back and wait it out.”

“Wait it out? You just said it would go on for hundreds of years!” I exclaimed shocked.

“You haven’t quite got to grips with your new timeline, have you? A couple of hundred years, is going to be nothing to you. It may not feel like it now, but put it in perspective. You have forever. They can’t keep printing stories on you forever. You’ll just have to be patient.” Iris stated, sounding very wise.

I grunted letting her know I understood what she was saying. It didn’t stop me being annoyed though. “Go see him.” Iris said.

“What?” I asked confused

“Connor. Go see him. Tell him how you feel. I’m sure he can make you feel better than I can.” Iris explained flashing a wicked smile at me and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Shut up.” I mumbled lightly pushing her shoulder.

“I only meant that he might know what to say to comfort you.” Iris said innocently.

“Sure you did.” I smirked at her, but stood up to leave anyway. Where would he be? I had no clue, so I decided I would go check out Olympus and see if he was there. I left my cabin after saying goodbye to Iris, who was still lying on my bed reading.

I searched around Olympus but had no luck, he wasn’t in the throne room, or any of the gardens. I kept looking though. I was in Apollo’s garden searching for him, when I heard rustling coming from one of the larger bushes. I nosily peeked through some of the branches, and gasped at what I saw. I stumbled backwards, my hand pressed over my mouth in shock, I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. The branches I had peeled back to peer through snapped back loudly. I knew that the people in the bush had heard me as their movements stopped and all I could hear was my own ragged breathing. I was staring appalled at the bush as it started rustling again. Two figures clambered out of it, with twigs in their hair and their clothes messed up. It was Connor. He was with a girl I didn’t know, but she was pretty, even with her hair all over the place. I felt my heart sink, and the tears that had been threatening to overflow earlier, flooded down my face.

“Izzy . . .” Connor trailed in a small voice. But I didn’t wait to hear the rest of the story, I ran away. I didn’t know where I was going, I just ran. I closed my eyes as I went trying to focus on my cabin to get back there to Iris, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. My mind just kept repeating the image of Connor and that girl making out in the bush. It was burned in the front of my mind and I couldn’t think of anything else.

I was shocked when a hand circled around my wrist pulling me to a stop. I turned and saw it was Connor, so I frantically started pulling away from him, but he was stronger than me. “Please Izzy, just listen. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was doing. It was a mistake!” He begged, but I just kept shaking my head wanting to be anywhere but here.

I didn’t even mean to but I transported us both back to the beach where we had our first date. It must have just popped into my head. I hadn’t tried to take us anywhere, I just felt so . . . hurt and betrayed and angry and upset, that I had done it by accident. Connor looked around us shocked, I used that to my advantage and ripped my wrist from his hold and marched away down the beach.

“Wait! Izzy please, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It was –” Connor started to say running after me, but I whirled around and interrupted.

“You didn’t mean to? So you didn’t mean to shove your tongue down that girl’s throat? It just happened to get there by itself did it?” I shouted.

“Listen Izzy, I’m sorry I hurt you.” Connor said again. But I didn’t believe him.

“No you’re not, you’re only sorry I found you! And you’re only saying you’re sorry because you don’t want my parents after you!” I yelled with tears still pouring down my face. Connor’s mouth was hanging open and there was a flicker in his eyes that told me I had hit the nail straight on the head. “You are, aren’t you? Oh gods you’re a sleazy, air-headed, arrogant prick! And it’s a good thing you’re immortal because my parents are gunna kill you!”

“Air-headed? Me? You were the one who didn’t notice me selling our stories to The God, The Bad and The Ugly! You were the one who believed all that sappy crap I was spinning for you! I’m not the dumb one around here, that’s you!” Connor retorted and it was like a slap in the face. My mouth hung open in shock. It was him, he had been giving out details to the magazine about us.

“Why?” My voice came out a strangled whisper. I felt as though I had just been punched in the stomach and had all the air knocked out of me. A smirk grew on Connor’s face knowing that he had the upper hand in this argument now.

“Power.” He stated simply whilst shrugging, as though it was obvious. “If we got together, I would get so much power. You’re practically a princess of Olympus, you’re like royalty. And with royalty comes the power, if we were a couple I could get you to talk to your parents for me. I could get anything I wanted.” Connor stated wistfully looking off into the distance.

“Kind of backfired now though, hasn’t it.” I said, feeling like I could throw up.

“Yeah, I guess. But at least I know I had the power to at least do something.” He said grinning.

“What’s that?” I asked

“I had the power to break your heart.” He said beaming a dazzling smile, showing his perfect white teeth, before disappearing. I sank to the sand and put my face in my hands crying. I hadn’t seen this coming. A few minutes ago my biggest problem was that my life was being read by my parents in a trashy magazine. I hadn’t even been that annoyed at it, as I got a thrill from having a boyfriend, even if it was the gossip of Olympus. But now I had nothing, no doubt this would be all over the magazines tomorrow and I wouldn’t even have a boyfriend to make me feel better.

Gods I was so stupid! How could I believe him? I had always thought he had been too good to be true, and he was. It wasn’t true, none of it was. He had been using me. Oh why couldn’t I have listened to Dionysus earlier when he tried to warn me about Connor?

I hadn’t noticed the clouds rolling in and growing. I was suddenly drenched as rain started falling heavily, but I didn’t move. I don’t know how long I sat there in the rain but when there was a flash followed by a loud crack, I realised I was sitting in a tropical thunder storm and it was probably best for me to go.

I stood up on shaky legs, thinking of what Iris’ face would look like when she saw me. I kind of hoped that she had gone, so that I could just be alone and not have to think about what happened. But I knew that if she was there, she would be comforting and she’d know what to do, because right now I had no clue what I should do.

I closed my eyes and thought of home, I opened them when I heard a gasp. Iris was still here. I know I must have looked a sight. I was dripping water onto the floor, I had wet sand stuck to my feet and my eyes were red and puffy.

“What happened?” Iris asked standing up.

“C-C-Connor . . . b-bush . . . beach . . . r-r-r-rain.” I managed to spit out. Why was I stuttering? It was then that I realised my teeth were chattering and that I was freezing. Iris dashed into the bathroom and turned on the taps to fill my giant bath tub, pouring in liquids from all sorts of bottles. She then darted back to me and guided me in there.

“Have a bath to warm up, and then come talk to me.” She demanded “Should I have ice cream ready?” She added on the end, making my numb lips stretch into a smile and I nodded.

The bath was lovely and warming, it seemed to wake up my brain. I shouldn’t feel bad about losing him, he was the bad guy here! It was his fault! My sadness was replaced by anger, he would regret what he did, I’d make sure of that. And even if I didn’t, my parents sure would.

I had no doubt that our break up would be in The God, The Bad and The Ugly tomorrow. Connor had no problems selling them our date stories so I wouldn’t think he’d have a problem selling them our break up story either. The thing that I was worried about was what story he would sell them. I mean he wouldn’t tell them the truth, that would make him look bad. No, he’d spin this to make it my fault, I just wasn’t sure how.

I got out of the bath and went to join Iris on my bed where she was waiting with a pot of Hagen Daz ice cream and two spoons. She looked up guiltily as I entered, with a spoon of ice cream already in her mouth. I tut-tutted as I entered, trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry, but it was calling to me.” She tried to defend herself, but the apology was kind of ruined by her sticking her spoon into the ice cream again for another bite.

“Jeez, half the pot’s already gone! Was it full when you started?” I exclaimed

“No?” She said but it was obviously a lie. “Hey! Don’t judge me, this is very good ice cream!” She stated making me laugh, but my smile faded as I thought of the reason why I was here. “So spill you’re guts.” Iris said noticing my face fall.

“Well, . . .” I started and launched into the story.