Chapter Thirty


    Elena’s pov


    Today at school Mac was back to his normal annoying self as he sat beside me before history ss.


    “Why do you keep yawning?” I asked him as he wiped his tired eyes with his hands before smiling at me.


    “I was thinking about you,” He said and I scoffed, I rolled my eyes at his words as I remembered the events that took ce the previous night.


    I hadn’t gotten enough sleep, when I got homest night my mom had been waiting for me in the sitting room.


    Her intense eyes were ring at me as I closed the door, startled that she had arrived home before I did.


    Then I received a lecture that I could teach for four years and I was grounded for the rest of the today’s evening.


    “Sorry about that, I should have covered up for you,” my cousin said when she came out of her room that night, feeling remorseful.


    I scoffed. “You don’t need to be. You owe me nothing,” I responded to her, heading for my room when my mom grabbed onto my hand.


    “I know you think I am still dating your ex Elena, but I just want you to know that We were just hanging out as friends h-” she said.


    “I seriously don’t want to listen to this conversation right now. You can do whatever you want with him because we aren’t together so no need to exin anything to me.” I had cut her off, before storming to my room and mming the door shut.


    Then I passed my mirror and saw that I still had Mac’s jacket on. I could have probably thought of it being cool, that’s why I wore it that way.


    I was still holding onto the panda too. I smiled, taking off the jacket and sniffing it unconsciously.


    The scent of mint and chocte hit my nose and I blushed before I acknowledged what I was doing and ced it in a bag to give Mac at school the next day.


    I then looked at the panda and decided to give it a name, but looking down at it made me remember that Mac had said I should think of him whenever I saw it.


    “Ok, your name would be Mac,” I said, kissing the panda before going to bed with it pressed against my chest.


    “So what were you saying about those Greek gods again?” Mac asked instantly, making me jerk out of my thoughts.


    “Why are you suddenly interested in it?”


    “Well, Dan isn’t in this ss and he usually helps me with tests, Soo.. yeah. I’m on my own or else you’ll let me chest off you.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.


    “No way. Listen well because I’ll only say this once.” I said and Mac nodded, putting on imaginary sses.


    “Now the gods did marry one another, despite them being brother and sister.” I started as more students started to fill the ss, talking amongst themselves.


    “Gross,” Mac said. “Who would want to marry their sister or brother? Then again, if you were my sister, I would definitely want to bang you.” He winked at me flirtatiously.


    My cheeks caught on fire, and I narrowed my eyes narrowed back at him in response.


    “Well, the gods began to have enough of each other and…. what’s the word you again?” I thought and Mac leaned close to me.


    “Hook up?” He said helpfully, and I nodded. Of course, he would know that and not simple history.


    “Yes, Mac,” I said, smiling at him. “Hook up. Hook up with mortals to be specific. Do you know what the children of a mortal and a god are called?” I asked and Mac nodded, a smile still on his lips.


    “Demigods, or half-bloods.” He answered correctly and I raised my brows at him in shock.


    “Correct.”


    “Can you name any one of them?” I asked and Mac looked back at me distracted.


    I turned to the direction he faced and I noticed Tisha had walked into ss, swaying her hips seductively as she took a seat just beside Mac who winked at her.


    “I’m sorry, what?” Mac said, sitting up straight as Tisha eyed me before flinging out nail polish to work on her nails.


    I scoffed, “What was the question again?” Mac asked, feigning seriousness once more and I looked away from having to frown at him.


    “Can you name a demigod?” I asked again and Mac hummed, thinking deeply for Poseidon


    “Poseidon?”


    “No.”


    “I’m sorry,” He replied, his voice like steel. “I don’t know.” Then he rested his head against the table tiredly and I rolled my eyes.


    “Are you sure? Because you look kind of distracted,” I said and regretted it immediately as Mac raised his head to smirk at me.


    “Yeah? And why would you think so?” He asked, his eyes filled with amusement.


    Because when Tisha came in you couldn’t take your eyes off her and her shirt skirt! I wanted to say but zipped my mouth shut.


    “It’s Hercules, he’s a demigod. Just copy from my script. At this rate you’ll fail the test,” I said reading my notes once more.


    “Very well,” Mac responded before standing up to go over to meet Tisha.


    I tried hard to focus on my book but I couldn’t as I kept ncing at them. They talked in hushed voices and the noisy ss was drowning in all their conversations so I couldn’t hear anything.


    Mac’s eyes flickered upward and our gazes locked. Blue on green. When our eyes met, his eyes seemed to soften before a smirk filled his lips, and then, I tore my gaze away from his blushing stupidly.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    Thankfully, Mr Winchester walked into the ss, and everyone fell silent. Mac took his seat once more beside me, and I could see him smiling mischievously from the corner of my eyes.


    “I would like you all to take out a piece of paper, and write a couple of sentences on what you already know about Greek Mythology.” Papers began to shuffle around the ssroom.


    I pulled one out of my binder and ced it on my desk. My mind seemed to be spinning with the embarrassment of Mac having caught me staring at them earlier.


    And apparently, I wasn’t the only one in the room. Tisha was also staring at Mac the way I had just moments before. Shaking my head, I told myself I needed to focus on the test.


    Mac handed me a piece of paper and I took it from him, thanking him before cing my book back in my bag. I started to write my name when I saw a heart drawing on the side of the paper.


    I turned to Mac and he smirked.


    “Could he just leave me alone?” I thought.