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From what I’ve seen, the god cliques don’t mix. “Why do they get
along at the bonfire?”
“It’s a night to honor Prometheus,” Troy explains.
“The guy who stole fire and gave it to people?” I ask. See, I did
pay attention in English class.
“Yeah,” Troy continues. “When he did that it created a kind of
bridge between man and the gods. Without that link,” he says, smiling,
“none of us would be here.”
“So we honor him by throwing a huge party, lighting up the
beach, and pretending like we don’t hate each other the rest of the
time.”
“Ignore Nic,” Troy admonishes. “It’s the best party of the year.”
“Sounds like fun.” I could use a few hours of homework- and
training-free fun. And at least I get to sleep late tomorrow since I
don’t meet Coach Lenny until eight on Saturdays.
“It starts at nine.” Troy looks down at his hands. “How about I
come by—”
Another low whistle from Nicole interrupts whatever Troy is saying—and
I’m a little annoyed because I think he’s on the verge of
asking to be my date to the bonfire.
“Those two are taking PDA to a whole new level.” Nicole grunts
in disgust and returns her attention to her food.
A few feet away, Griffin and Adara are sucking face like they’re
attached at the mouth. Wow, they could at least keep their oral fixations
behind closed doors.
I’m about to make some dismissive comment and return my
attention to Troy when a paper airplane comes flying into my meat
loaf. Looking around, I see Stella watching from three tables away,
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