This is a repost from HadesxZelena: Perfection

Zelena walked into the detention room, head held high, her purse dangling jauntily from one hand. A smirk played at the corners of her red lips. "Back again?" Mrs. Superior, the supervisor asked disapprovingly as she took the detention slip. Zelena flashed her a sweet smile, and turned to the room. Her gaze settled on her spot at the back of the room, and her green eyes narrowed.

A boy was in her chair. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and the audacity to sit with his feet resting on her desk.

No one took Zelena's seat. The last person who tried was Dorothy Gale, and Zelena had made the farm girl's life hell.

She took slow, purposeful steps towards the back of the room. A few people watched her fearfully. The boy only held her stare, his blue eyes challenging as she tapped her flawless nails on the desk.

"That's my seat," she hissed.

He raised an eyebrow. "Is it?" He looked around. "I don't see your name on it." He flashed her a smile.

She scowled. "Then you're blind," she snapped, pointing to her name carved intricately in the top right corner of the hard wood top.

His eyes followed her hand, and his grin grew wider. "Nice. Those claws do that?" He gestured to her nails.

Her eyes burned with fury. "Why, you-"

"Miss Mills! Mr. Graves! Is there a problem?" Zelena slowly, reluctantly turned to acknowledge Mrs. Blue.

"Not at all," she said through gritted teeth.

"Then have a seat."

Zelena glared at the boy as she sat down in the seat next to him.

He winked.

Her hands clenched into fists. She noticed him pulling out a pencil and scratching on the desk.

No. He was not- He wouldn't dare-

He teasingly carved five letters into the wood.

Hades.

He brushed away the dust, and grinned at her.

"My seat, now," he whispered. "Or ours, if you like."

Zelena's blood boiled.

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