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“No one wants a Petrolas detention,” Nicole says, sounding grim.
“They make the Labors of Hercules look like kindergarten home-
work.”
“You should know,” Troy teases. “You’ve done more detention
than anyone else in our year.”
“Are you volunteering to take my place next time, Travatas?”
Troy turns white. “N-no, I mean, I was only—”
Nicole throws a roll at him.
I laugh because this reminds me so much of the sparring matches
between Nola and Cesca. For a second I feel like I’m back in L.A.
with my best friends. Until Nicole says, “And whatever you do, don’t
go into the last stall of the girls’ bathroom on the second floor.”
“Why,” I ask, afraid of the answer, “does it open a portal to a
parallel universe, or something?”
“No,” Nicole says with a laugh. “It backs up all the time and
makes the Physics room smell like a sewer.”
Troy hands me a roll and I toss it at Nicole.
“Don’t worry,” he says when we all get done laughing. “Nic and
I will teach you the ropes. You’ll be a world-class social navigator
before we’re done.”
“We’ll at least make sure you don’t run your ship up on the
rocks,” she adds. “Lunch is the perfect chance to see all the little
gorgons in action. Where should we start?”
The pair of them look around the dining hall, searching out
examples for my education.
“How about with you?” I suggest. “What, um, gods are you
related to?”
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