High School Mythical

A/N:I pledge to try my best and not write a sucky High School AU with all the High School AU clichés everyone hates. Ok, maybe some of them. Anyway, this is the prologue and it's dull but necessary. I have no idea where I'm going with this, so hold my hand and let's go. To everyone who was expecting this, I hope I don't disappoint you.

This story exists thanks to tumblr users who insisted I wrote it after I mentioned my ideas for the plot. And, because of the planning I went through, this story came out more serious and mature than what I usually write. I hope you all enjoy nevertheless as I try my best to add the romance and humor you are all used to get from me. Chapters will not be long though, so I plan on writing this quickly.

And thanks to Himeyuka for betaing and LadyFianna for the support and awesome feedback .

High School Mythical

Prologue

He could hear her high heels clacking against the perfectly cleaned tiles, from the upstairs office, as soon as he walked into the house. The sound wasn't reassuring. He climbed the stairs with a cold feeling moving down his neck and a pain on his chest that, over the years, he had come to call simply as "being married".

He stared at the doorknob, still unsure about entering the next room and facing the storm that was about to come.

"I can see your shadow through the crack." Her voice was sweet, motherly, and every bit as scary as it always was. "Come on in already."

She stood up and walked towards him. In a matter of seconds, she was fixing his salt and pepper hair, straightening his pinstriped suit and adjusting the knot of his silk tie. A trophy wife from any angle you looked at her.

"Your mother called." She said at last, making him shiver. Nothing could be worse than those three words.

"Oh, did she?" He said as he took a sit behind his mahogany table. His wife brought him whisky from the cart nearby. Two ice cubes and nothing else, the way she knew he liked. "How were things going in the darkest, deepest ends of hell?" He joked.

"The same pain, I have to assume by her rudeness." Her manicured nails traced imaginary lines on the table. She looked distant but he could see a nervous smile creeping on her face. That was a woman who had a plan and he was a man that had no other escape but to obey. "She wants to close down my charity."

There, there it was: the whole reason behind this warm, wifely afternoon visit to his office.

"June," he began but she had already started on her speech.

"You know the charity is all I have." Her voice was high pitched now, distant from the hoarse sensual whispers she usually spoke to him. And nothing – absolutely nothing – like the motherly tone she used with everyone else. "The only reason she's even trying to bring it down is because she hates me. She wants her projects to succeed but I can't even have one thing."

He often wished there were fewer women in his life. This was one of these moments.

"Darling, you know that's not it. My mother likes you; she even insists you call her "mother", doesn't she?"

June knit her thin eyebrows and shivered:

"Yes, she does and that terrifies me." She took a sip from her husband's whisky as if to wash down the terrible thoughts. "If I were to call her mother, then we'd be siblings! Husband and wife can't be siblings!" She flipped her hair and regained her composure. Sometimes June would act too prude or too old-fashioned and he had no idea why. "Besides, it's a powerful word: mother."

The vein in his forehead started to throb painfully. He knew it'd come to this. Every speech she had ever given him had ended in this.

"All I have is this charity, darling. I never had any children of my own." She looked down sadly and very convincingly too. Had he not seen that act a thousand times before, he'd fallen for it. "Surely, I raised your two children. The ones from…" He was already expecting the calculated silence she'd throw in there. "from that woman. But they never liked me as their mother and we both know that. I gave them everything and still…"

She looked him in the eye again:

"Your mother thinks I'm incapable because I couldn't give her grandchildren, she holds me guilty for the failure of our marriage the first time and she wants to humiliate me to the whole society and…"

"Society?" He finally lost his patience. "June, what society? Olympus is one of the smallest towns in this country. There's hardly any people here to be called a society."

"You are siding with her, then?" The terrible fire of her anger and hurt shone through her green eyes and he was both terrified and attracted at the same time. Nothing new. She stood up and walked from side to side. "You men are all so terrible, vile little creatures. Always running to fulfill your mothers' wishes." He could no longer reason with her.

"Of course there's a society watching! I'm the mayor's wife!" She still held the thick whisky glass in her hands and he had reasons to believe she wouldn't be holding it for much longer. She noticed his eyes on her hands and scowled. "Oh, spare me."

As if to prove how serious the matter was, she let go of the whisky and sat down very politely again.

"I will not allow her to step on this subject." She stated. "I have given up on too much already just so your mother could afford to keep her name shining alone. I will not."

"Dearest," He rubbed his temples with his thumbs. "I understand how important the charity is to you." And , even though he could tell her eyes were saying "no, you don't", he went on. "However, the whole idea of your project is based on the utopic merging of two schools that may as well be from different universes. You want to offer students better chances at sports, debate, culture clubs and learning in general but you can't get them to work as a team. We can't give you the funds to build a Union if the kids refuse to stay in the same place together."

June scowled and rolled her eyes, like a five year old who was denied candy before lunch:

"Yes." She sighed. "We may have failed to get them to work as a team so far, but…"

"So far?" The mayor snorted. "Honey, for decades and decades these two schools have competed against each other in every field there is. They grow as enemies and then go and try to find work and who they compete against? Once again; each other! They won't go to the same places, they refuse to be in good terms. They seek victory and they feed on the other's defeat. We've separated them ages ago and they've been resenting that ever since! The best we ever done was to keep them apart. You don't have access to the files I have. You don't know how many blood baths were hidden from the papers. How many bar fights, mindless violence, even murder!"

June swallowed her saliva, slightly taken aback by the new information for a few seconds, but he knew it was only temporary. She'd never drop a bone, it wasn't like her.

"We've failed so far." She repeated. "But not this time. They are just kids, dear, just kids. They don't even know the meaning of hate yet."

She kept repeating the "Charity" was all she had, that the kids were like her own children, that she needed to accomplish something that was good for the town and for everyone but he had known her his whole life. He knew better than that.

She was trying to build a stronger machine, a way to beat his mom's name, her students, and the people she protected under her wing.

His mom's protégées; The Titans, as they were called all over the country, were the nation's symbol of victory and success and well-prepared athletes, professionals, students – there was never failure when it came to his mother's work. When Juno said "all she had", she meant it was her only weapon in her endless quest for respect, acknowledgement and recognition. Her last resort to prove she was as worthy as the woman who created an empire entirely alone. In the end, it was about politics.

He was sure June could tell he knew that, because she went back to pleading in her usual hoarse whispers:

"The charity is all I have." She repeated and held his hand gently. "Darling, let me try once again. Believe in me, I know what I'm doing." And then, with a smile, she added:

"We can be better than her. We can make the city grow; we can be more powerful,stronger." And finally – despite knowing exactly how badly this could go - his competitive side took over and he gave in:

"Alright then, why don't you tell me your plan?"

A/N:Like I said, dull and silly but we need to start somewhere. Things will go chronologically but not necessarily deep. For instance, I don't think we will ever meet any Titans, haha! So yeah, from now on – the human demigods and their human shenanigans! Next up: JASON! His chapter shall be on tomorrow morning, so please, don't forget to review and let me know what you think. I've never written an AU before, so your feedback is the best thing you can give me right now. I mean, besides Logan Lerman and delicious food that makes you thinner as you eat it.

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