Chapter One

Eros

My alarm rang. Loudly. I wanna stand up but I’m too lazy to do that right now. I turned the alarm off and tried to go back to sleep. Who invented school anyway? Such a hassle. I groaned and forced myself to get out of bed. I went to my bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. As usual, I looked so handsome. I looked like an Angel. I was glowing. I smiled and prepared my bath.

I entertained myself while inside the bath tub by watching my friends’ I*******m stories. I got excited when I saw Hamish’s story, it was about our party last night. A farewell party for our Seniors and for our first day as Senior High School tomorrow. I stared at the video and saw myself making out with a girl. Who was she, again? Viviane? Violet? Victoria? I forgot. I put my phone on the small table beside the tub. I inhaled, smelling the fragrance of the candles my mother bought for me. I submerged myself into the water and I just relaxed. I felt at ease. After my bath, I did my skin care.

I looked at the time and I still had 30 minutes to spare. I went to my walk-in closet  to wear my school uniform. A white button down shirt, black slacks, brown blazer with the school insignia and two pockets, lastly a black necktie. I opened my phone to see the weather and saw that there was a 60% chance that it would rain today. I chose to wear a Jacket on top of my blazer and I fixed my hair.  

I went downstairs to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I grabbed the milk, opened the cabinet and grabbed the cereal. I put both on the counter and looked for the bowl. Once I had everything I needed, I poured cereal on the bowl and milk afterwards. A bunch of people might execute me for putting cereal first but who cares? As if they can hurt me.

Once I finished my breakfast, I brushed my teeth and put a Mac “Sin” lipstick on the inner part of my lips to make it look natural. My mom and her makeup artist taught me how to wear makeup. My mother is the famous Aphrodite Calla Renaldi-Carpio. For her, beauty is everything.

Mother taught me everything I know about preserving my handsomeness. Some people think we got our faces done, doubting our physical appearance but they were so wrong. Never will we get our faces done. We believe in staying natural. We just stick to our skin care and to those who want to know how our skin stays soft and smooth? Well, every Friday we bathe ourselves for an hour in milk. We also do not miss our monthly appointment with our dermatalogist. 

I opened the garage door and looked around to decide which car I’m gonna drive today to school. My school, Venustas High School, is far away from my house. I chose to ride my Rolls Royce phantom because I can. It’s also my favorite. 

I entered the car with delight because baby, I'm gonna rock being a Senior. I wonder how many girls I'm going to conquer this year. It has been my quest to date every girl in school, every year I date all the girls I can. People might think I'm a jerk but I'm not. Girls drool over me, fight over me and want me. They beg me to be theirs and why would I say no to that? Who wouldn't want me anyway? I'm smart, rich, son of a billionaire and a famous actress, handsome, clean, neat and fit. I'm every girl's dream.

Halfway through the gate I suddenly remembered I left my bag. Dammit. I went back, grabbed my bag, stared for a minute in the mirror to compliment myself and drive towards my school. As I passed through numerous houses, I saw a black Jeep at the side of the road. Looks like someone's car has a blown engine. I would like to help but I'm running late. I looked again and saw a girl wearing my school's uniform, damn, I should help a schoolmate out. And maybe get her number or something…...time to colonize a female heart.

I parked my car in front of hers and went outside wearing a pair of sunglasses. I looked over to her engine and said, "Your car engine is busted." I "inspected" her engine as if I could do anything to help. 

"Nice one, as if I don't have eyes and am not looking at the same thing as you." She irritatedly replied. Damn this girl wants to get on my nerves, nobody speaks to me like that. I looked at her face and f*ck! This girl is my classmate, I think? We hardly spoke and she has zero presence. I think her name is pam? Pamela? Princess? Penelope? Penny? I don't know. I forgot.

Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

"Are you just gonna stare at me or what?" She asked.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. Have you called a tow truck or a helper from your family, patricia?" I asked.

"Who's patricia?"

"You? Your name is Patricia, right?"

"No… How---why would you think that? Nevermind! My name is Psyche. We've been classmates since we were kids. Not that you care. Anyway, yes I called my driver. He said he'll be here in about 5 minutes."

"Alright, Psyche." I emphasized her name. "Do you need a lift to school? We are so late." 

She looked at her watch and paused to think. Her gaze landed on me and I smiled the sweetest. She sighed and went a few feet away from me. I think she's calling her driver. A few moments later, she came back in front of me and told me that she won't be coming with me as her driver is near. I nodded in reply and went to my car. Good thing she didn't agree to come. Hell may break loose but no one, NO ONE, will see me with a girl as ugly as her. It'll not look good for me, you know? People may think I'm lowering my standards, as if that'll ever happen.

I took a moment to grab a drink from Starbucks, my favorite hot drink  being spanish latte. I needed this, I haven't really slept well because of partying. I finished my drink inside the coffeeshop together with a Belgian waffle and a glazed donut. A cereal for breakfast is never enough. After finishing, I cleaned myself in the comfort room and smiled at the mirror. I retouched my lips and went back to the car.

There's no point hurrying now that I'm so late and not that it matters since it's the first day of the new school year. There's an assembly going on for the new juniors coming and for transferees and for announcements and stuff. When I reached school, I honked at the guard to let me in. He immediately recognized my car and let me in. I parked my car and stretched my arms as soon as I got out. Since the car park is near the Assembly Hall, I looked for my best buds in the crowd of students coming out of the hall.

I texted them where I'm at and waited for them at the car park. A few minutes later, five dickheads came running towards me laughing. Hamish, Caden, Ashton, Landon and Phantom. The best f*ck*rs of my life.

"Hey dorks!" I greeted them with a smirk.

Ashton jokingly punched my stomach while Caden asked, "Still don't have a driver do we, cupid?"

I just showed him my middle finger and told him to shut up. They know I don't like having a driver. What's the point of buying an expensive car if you don't drive them yourself? I have been driving my cars since the first time I learned to drive. I always have and always will. 

We talked as we walked to our classrooms. As much as I'd like to be with them, my only classmate in our gang  is Landon while the four of them are classmates. Although, their room is just beside ours. I'm not really close to Landon, he was always serious and had a stoic face but he is the most trustworthy.

"Your last night only girl talked to me earlier, she was looking for you. She even claimed that you fell in love with her and you were in a relationship. That girl is nuts, I tell you. Better watch out, she might stalk you." Phantom said and laughed.

"I already told her that it was only a one time thing. Why would she not get that?" I replied.

"It's because you're cupid! The God of Love. Girls go crazy over you. You struck them with your arrow." Hamish teased.

I just rolled my eyes while they continued to tease me. I just shifted my attention to Landon that's scrolling through his phone and put my arms around his shoulders. I talked to him about our seating arrangement and asked him just random things.

People call me Cupid. It started when a lot of girls "fell in love and went crazy over me" saying Cupid  shot an arrow at them and because Cupid is another name for Eros, people called me Cupid and said I charmed girls with my arrow. Now, only My family calls me Eros. 

I stopped talking to Mr. Boring when he wore headphones. The others were chatting about the new game they played, I couldn't join their conversation as I don't really play games as much as them. So, I just copied Landon and wore headphones and scrolled through my phone.

Suddenly, I bumped someone causing me to step back and the person to fall due to the impact. The person, a girl, picked her documents and folders. People stared for a while and proceeded with what they were doing. Some girls murmured stuff to their friends, saying she's lucky to have me bump her while my friends except Landon and I began to walk again and even stepped on a few of her papers. I shake my head in disappointment.

I helped her pick up her stuff together with Landon. Landon finished first and gave it to her, then he left me to go to our room. Why do I have friends like them? Well, at least HE helped. After I finished, I gave it to her. We stood up at the same time, and brushed our clothes using our hands to get any dust and filth off us. I finally looked at her and spoke.

"I'm really sorry---oh, hello again. I'm so sorry I bumped you, Piper."

"It's Psyche." She hissed.

"Right….... Psyche….. Oh well, goodbye and I'm sorry, again." I replied and made my way to my classroom.