Cupid's Arrow


"What are you doing here, freak?" the blonde snapped, giving the word 'freak' extra emphasis as her eyes scanned over me.

"I knew you had half a brain, but I thought you only lost your intelligence. Didn't know you lost your sight too," I said, batting my eyelashes in a way that would put Miss Monroe to shame.

Ignoring their death glares I sat down with my tray, much to the annoyance of the little Paris Hilton wannabe clique. Normally they would just move, but to my disappointment this time they didn't. They remained exactly where they were and decided to just ignore me (what's new?), continuing on with their little conversation as if I wasn't even there.

"Did any of you guys see the new guy?"

I stabbed at the small round tomato in my bowl. Instead of impaling it with my plastic fork I accidentally sent it flying across the table and right into the face of the leader or as I like to call her, The Wicked Witch of the West (WickedWestieWitch).

"Opps!" I gasped. My eyes widened in shock as the cherry tomato rolled onto the table. "Clumsy me."

WickedWestieWitch (I really should think of a better, shorter name) glared at me, but still refused to move her group. Pretending I didn't exist once more she turned back to the others and said, "You mean the hottie from Greece."

I wonder if they even know where Greece is, I silently mused. With a sigh I popped open my soda before taking a swig of it. I slammed the can down and let out a loud burp. Breaking out into very, very little girly giggles that I didn't even know I was capable of. All four girls turned to me, a look of pure disgust on each one of their delicate faces. I smiled sweetly and putting a hand over my mouth, murmured, "Oh my god I can't believe I just did that." I added more insane giggles for effect hoping that it'd do the trick.

"Let's go. I think I'm going to be sick if a stay a minute longer," WickedWestieWitch said.

"Was it something I did?" I pouted, trying my best to seem distraught at the lost of their wonderful company.

"Hey Kerri, Rachael, Ashley, Jamie," a buff looking guy said, seeming to have appeared from nowhere.

I tried my hardest to restrain myself from whacking him over the head. I was just about to rid myself of the coven of witches and now they've relaxed themselves back into their seats.

"Oh hi Mark," Jamie sweetly greeted.

It took all my willpower not to gag at the display. Still, I had to admire their acting abilities. It's amazing how quickly those girls can change personalities. One minute they're vindictive bitches and the next they're the innocent girls next door that every guy wants. I wonder if they're schizophrenics. Hmm... now there's a thought. I could get them all committed, but then I'll get committed too. There's no way they'll let me go once they've met me.

"So who's your friend?" Kerri asked eyeing the young man I failed to notice.

"Eros," a soft melodious voice replied.

Another jock in the making, I thought. Not even bothering to look up at the newcomer.

"Eros, this is Kerri, Ashley, Jamie and..."

"Rachael," the brunette said, lingering on her own name a bit.

"Eros is the new guy from Greece," he explained.

I could already imagine their faces, each one all trying to put on their best seductive looks to catch the fresh meat's attention. It was enough to make anyone sick. Actually I think I am going to be sick. I dropped my fork and quickly picked up my tray, ready to make a hasty retreat.

"And this is?"

"That's The Psycho," Kerri answered.

I smiled. I knew it was meant as an insult, but I rather like the little nickname I've been given.

"Cute, but I would rather hear her real name," Eros said.

I looked up and stared into the pair of startling bright blue eyes that met my dull brown ones. Instead of the usual blank expression I was so use to seeing I found myself staring into eyes that seemed wise beyond their years.

"You want to know my name?" I asked, hating how dumb I sounded. Wait a minute! I don't give a damn what people think. My whole life motto was 'Screw the world' and of course 'Life sucks and then you die'. So why the hell was I feeling so damn self-conscious?

He chuckled and said, "You are the only one I haven't been introduced to, yet."

My cheeks burned. What the hell? I don't blush.

"So are you going to give me your name?"

"Xenia Onnatop," I replied raising my eyebrows up and down suggestively.

"Her name is Thera Psyche," Rachael told him with a sigh, as if simply saying my name was a huge strain.

His lips curved into a smile.

"What?" I asked, wondering what the hell he found so friggin' amusing.

"Interesting," he said, the smile never leaving his face.

"What do you mean 'interesting'?"

"Thera Psyche translates into wild soul in Greek," he explained.

"It does?" I gasped with feigned shock. I clicked my fingers and in my best Beverly Hillbillies accent said, "Well hot diggity, you learn something new each day. Thank you Mr. Eros sir for tellin' me that."

I didn't wait for a reaction I just hastily retreated like I had planned. As I left I heard a couple of shrill voices mutter the words 'freak' and 'lunatic' making me smirk to myself. It's good to know that you're loved.

A/N: I know I really should finish my other stories before starting another one, but this one has been in my head for a very, very long time. Anyway it's supposed to be a modern adaptation of the Cupid and Psyche tale. Even though I've strayed quite a lot from the original legend. As you can see the Psyche in my story is definitely not a beautiful beloved princess. Actually she's kinda loopy.