"Dad! You said we'd stay here for a while!"

"Sorry, Chase." he said half-heartedly. "It's just that something came up…."

"But, dad!" I cried. "I like Rome!" This was the tenth time we moved, at least. I sighed. "Where are we going now?"

"Greece." He replied blandly. He was never good at details, he left almost everything out. "You'll like it more than Rome, I promise."

"Where in Greece?" I inquired. "I'm pretty sure I'll hate it." I usually hate wherever we go, Rome was the only exception. We've been travelling since my mom died and my brother went to live with my uncle in Texas.

"But why Greece?" I whined. I didn't want to leave Rome! There were cute Italian boys, and I made lots of friends here, I didn't want to leave. Rome was beautiful, the scenery was amazing, the clothes were perfect, and it was a sixteen year olds dream! And I was leaving it today, right now!

"Because that's where my work needs me to be." he told me blandly. Dad never let any details. It was just the way he was. "I'm going to study the temples there. To put in my book."

Another thing to mention about my dad, he writes books. About ancient history. That no one cares about. If he wrote fashion magazines then that would get me in with the popular crowd, but no, he has to write history books.

"Mhm." I replied. I was going to give dad a hell of a time, I was going to give it to him. "Just take me to our hotel so we can pack and get on to Greece." Then I put in my headphones and ignored him.

"Chase-"he began but I cut him off shortly. I took out my headphones and stared at him.

"Just walk dad, just walk." I told him. If he was going to drag me away from my fancy Italian life and make me go live in Greece, then he better not be all nice about it, and make me try to see his way. "Get a move on dad, get a move on." When dad didn't move I just stared at him. "Get a move on dad."

He sighed. "Okay sweetie, we'll call a taxi, and I'll get our things. You can sit outside while I get everything ready, okay?" dad was trying to make everything alright, but he still failed at being a dad.

I just sighed and started the short walk to our hotel. "But we don't need a taxi dad, we live a seven minute walk from the airport, we don't need a freaking taxi." I told him.

Dad just looked at me and nodded his head. The only way to get what I want with dad is to basically bully him into doing what I want him to do. I guess that's why I usually get anything I want, and why I mouth off all the time to my dad.

I put in my headphones a second time and ignored my dad. He shouldn't even bother talking to me. No one does when I'm mad. No one in their right mind that is. By saying that, it obviously means my brother and my uncle. We walked to the hotel in absolute silence.

Dad took ten minutes to pack up all our stuff and bring them out. He has his workbag and one suitcase. I had my backpack and one suitcase. We move so much we don't really have any personal items. I only have my travel journal. It's basically a diary, but I'm not much of a diary girl. That's why I call it my travel journal.

We walked in silence again before dad broke it. "Chase, sweetheart, I'm, well, I'm sorry, baby." Dad could never speak to me fluently. He always stuttered and said things like 'Um' or 'Uh'.

"Dad, it's okay. You couldn't help it." I lied. Of course he could have helped it, he could have quit work. He could have at least taken a vacation! And he complains about me being upset at him. "Just-leave me alone."

Dad looked at me with a sad expression, but he hid it quickly. "Here," he said handing me my phone. "You can have it back, and you should call Latisha." He explained further after seeing my expression. Then he turned away and started walking again.

Dad, I thought. Always thinking about me and my friends. I dialled the familiar numbers thinking about how dad's getting better at being an actual dad. The phone rang three times before she picked up. I took the time to comb my tangled brown hair back from my face. I don't look like my dad, and I never knew my mom. I also have brown eyes.

"Hello?" I heard the familiar voice ask.

"Latisha!" I cried happily. "I've missed you so much!"

"Chase! Where are you now?" she asked excitedly. Latisha was my best friend from my old home in Newfoundland. She had blond hair and green eyes.

"First of all, I don't have any time to talk, and I'm just leaving from Rome. Second of all, I'm moving to Greece." I said with a laugh.

"Really, Greece? Maybe you can find a boyfriend there, or something." She said chirpily. That was Latisha, always asks about boys, always.

"Look, Latisha. I have to go, we're at the airport." I said sadly. I miss talking to Latisha, she actually understands me.

"Okay, promise you'll call me as soon as you get in Greece?" She inquired with a hopeful tone in her voice.

"I make no promises," I laughed. "Bye."

I put my phone away and I went into the airport. I went through security and everything not bothering to talk to my dad. Then we boarded the plane, still in silence.

I will not talk to dad, I thought. I will not talk to dad.

We didn't talk the whole time, not once. He doesn't bother talking to me, if I'm in a bad mood. It's just not logical.

It seemed like forever until we arrived in Athens, and when we did I thought it was beautiful. Maybe it won't be so bad.

Dad drove us to our house and I immediately fell asleep. I was dimly aware of the fact that dad tucked me in and was actually acting like a normal dad for once.

When I woke up in the morning, there was a note on the table for me. It was from dad. I read it quickly and decided to take a walk to where he was working. I didn't think it was that far, maybe a few miles. Nothing I wasn't capable of.

Dad was over at the temple of Apollo. Weird name, I decided. If I were a Greek god, I'd choose an actual original name. Apollo must be one god whose full of himself, but, aren't they all?

I have an amazing sense of where I'm going. I don't need a map to anywhere. I just know where I'm going. Dad said it was a gift, but dad hardly speaks, so it doesn't really matter.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts and in my music, I barely noticed the guy until I walked right into him.

"Hey!" I yelled. He knocked me down onto the ground, but then again, he was on the ground too. "Watch where you're going, you stupid as-"I broke off suddenly when I actually took in what he looked like. He had sandy blond hair, that fell across his forehead and went down just below his ears, and he had bright sky blue eyes. He was tall, about eighteen looking, and by the looks of his clothes, rich too.

"I believe it was you who ran into me." He replied with a laugh. He was looking at me intensely with those blue eyes…god, I love blue eyes. "What's your name?"

"Chase, and you?" I replied back trying not to look into his eyes. If I did that, then I was doomed to falling in love with him.

"Apollo." He said waiting for my initial reaction. He was still staring at me, and I had the urge to make my most used remark for guys who keep looking me up and down of, 'Undressing me with your eyes, are you?'

"That's a…" I struggled to find the right word for it. Truth be told, I thought it was just plain weird that someone would name their kid after a Greek god. "…a very unique name." I finally managed to come up with. That took some serious brain power.

He smirked at me and ran his eyes over me again, but this time they stayed on my eyes. I had to use all of my willpower to not mouth off to this amazingly handsome stranger.

Don't mouth off, I chanted silently. Don't mouth off, don't mouth off, don't mouth off, don't mouth off….

"How old are you?" I heard him ask. There was a smile tugging at his lips, I could see it. I hated it when people didn't let their smile show, for some reason it just annoyed me.

"Sixteen. And you?" He wasn't getting off easy with basically hitting on me. If he turns out to be twenty or something, then I'm calling the police. I wondered how that would go down: 'Hi, um police, yeah. My name is Chase and an amazingly hot stranger bumped into me who turns out to be twenty. I need you to arrest him. Okay, yeah that's all bye.'

Yeah, that would go down well.

"Eighteen." He replied, and then stood up. God, he was tall. He reached out a hand to help me up and I gratefully took it. "See you again sometime?" He asked, and then he just left.

I opened my hand and saw a piece of paper there with a number written on it. Oh my god, I thought. He gave me his cell number.

I was still wondering why that guy-Apollo was his name-gave me his cell number. Normally, really hot guys don't bother with giving me their number. I mean, I'm not ugly, but I've seen prettier girls. Like my cousin Cassandra. And by the way, I have to go see her and her family after dad's done with his work.

Cassandra bugs me, she really does. She gets feelings that something`s going to happen. Everyone believed her at first, but then everybody thought she was crazy after a while. Most of her predictions came true; she was going out for a job being a fortune-teller or something like that.

I found the temple of Apollo about an hour after I bumped into that guy. Maybe he was really the Greek god Apollo, and he led my subconscious here. Ha-ha, gods aren`t real, they`re just the Greeks' way of explain what happens in the world.

I found dad about ten minutes after I actually arrived there. He wasn`t so hard to spot; he had bright, flaming red hair, in a mess of wild curls. He stood out like a sore thumb here. I didn`t want to continue on with ignoring dad, he would make me go visit Cassandra, then I`d have to put up with her and her creepy predictions. I was not going to tell her about Apollo, I was not going to tell her I ran into him.

Because when I was ten she predicted that in six years, in Greece, I would meet a tall handsome guy named Apollo. I was not giving her the satisfaction.

"Chase!" I heard a high voice cry. "Chase! It's me, look!" I didn't need to look to know that it was Cassandra. My worst nightmares come true.

"Cassandra…hi." I said blandly, without a hint of joy in my voice. As I've said before, I hate her.

"It's so good to see you again!" She said happily. "Your dad said I could come show you around, take you to the interesting spots!" She was smiling; it usually meant fun for her not fun for me.

"Uh, sorry Cassandra," I said trying to make up a good enough lie to get me out of this. "I met a…friend. And we're going out to…lunch…together…alone…" I lied.

"And who's this friend?" she asked. "Is it a boy?" She inquired further. She had a suspicious look in her eyes that usually meant she didn't believe me. I was in deep trouble if she found out I wasn't telling the truth. Then I would have to suffer Cassandra's wrath, which by the way, isn't very pretty. Even though she looks like a cute little princess, she could give a very hard punch…or kick.

"Uh, yeah. It's a boy….." I was not good at lying to Cassandra. She could tell if you were lying, but in the case of a boy…she let you off easy. Mainly because she had a hard time in the area of boys and she doesn't want to basically ruin your chances of love….

"Okay, have a good time!" she replied skipping off to where my dad was hanging around. Poor dad, I thought. But now I'm free, so too bad, so sad.

Wait a second, I thought. Cassandra will come find me and introduce herself. And if I don't have a date, then I'm dead. I'm in deep trouble, I thought.

I looked at the crumpled piece of paper in my hand, and the number on it. Then I looked at my cell. Then I looked at the paper, then at my cell.

I had been doing that for the last ten minutes. Should I call him? No, I shouldn't. But Cassandra will kill me! But he doesn't know me….

I decided to take a chance with the super-hot guy, Apollo. If he declines, then I could tell Cassandra he stood me up. I dialled the numbers and held it up to my ear and waited.

The phone rang twice before he picked it up. I held my breath as he answered it. I'm not usually like this, but you usually don't call people you just met and ask them out. Especially not super-hot guys.

"Hello?" he said. "This is Apollo."

"Hi, this is Chase." I replied. He sounded really bored and bothered.

"Hi Chase." He said. He seemed to have perked up a bit. "What do you need? Do you want to go out for lunch?"

"Sure, and I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out for lunch." I said with a laugh. It actually sacred me a little that he asked me that when I was going to ask him. "Can you read minds?"

"Maybe," he laughed. "Where are you? I'll pick you up." He was actually going on a date with me…he actually said yes!

"At the temple of Apollo," I said. "You have any relation?"

"To Apollo? The Greek god? No, none at all." He had a kind of sarcastic tone to his voice. "So I'll pick you up in seven?" He asked before hanging up.

I sighed. This was going to be a great after noon, the best afternoon ever.

At seven I saw him there with his car. God, I thought. He was gorgeous. I made my way there thinking about how amazing it was that a guy was actually going on a date with me.

"Hey," he said opening his car door for me.

"Hi." I replied. I was not smart when it came to words. We drove in silence the rest of the way until he parked his car in a clearing.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." I replied. We sat, yet again, in silence. Why did I have to be so awkward with words?

I was thinking about how much he must hate this date, how awkward it must be for him when he leaned across and kissed me.

I was frozen in shock. This never happened, why was it happening now when I was all awkward and weird? I finally gained enough sense to kiss him back. After regaining some common sense I pushed his away.

"What the hell." I said staring at him.

He cocked his head to the side and smiled. "You liked that."

"Did not!" I said going bright red. "Maybe you are the god Apollo; no other guy would randomly kiss me like that."

He looked down. "But I am the Greek god Apollo." He said seriously. Oh no, he's crazy.

"Great," I said awkwardly, yet again. The super-hot dude was crazy. Great, just great. "You actually believe that?" I asked.

"What do you-"he started then he got the point. "Oh, I get it, you think I'm crazy." He said smiling.

"More or less, yes." I told him.

He sighed, and then he took my hand and helped me up. "Close your eyes," he said. I did. When I opened them there he was standing in a toga and a laurel wreath in his hair, smiling.

I couldn't help it, I laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked me, a very confused expression on his face. I leaned in close and kissed him.

Thank you, Cassandra, I thought as the sky turned pitch black. Maybe I could have a romance in my life. Maybe.

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