This story is a random idea I've had since about four years back, and I just adapted it to fit COTT. Anyway, I don't have much to say, so I'll just start disclaimer-ing away now.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Class of the Titans, and if I did, I might just be wacky enough to do a crossover to Ba- Nevermind.

Chapter 1

Archie sighed and hunched forward, pouring over the piece of paper that lay on the table. The poem seemed to flow perfectly, yet he couldn't think of the last line he wanted to pen down. His mind was a utter blank.

"What rhymes with 'I love you, Atlanta'?" he mused aloud, slightly annoyed at the fact that he had already pondered on this for about ten minutes and yet no idea nor inspiration had struck his poetic mind. What kind of poet was he? He was probably losing his touch. Maybe he wrote too many Atlanta-centric poems until he didn't have any ideas left.

"Maybe... How about 'And I wish you knew, gah'?" Archie almost laughed at his pathetic attempt to write a last line. "No way, that's way lame, Arch. You can do better. C'mon, think..."

Suddenly, a thought struck his head and he grinned. "How about 'Atlanta, I love you' instead? Then I can find a billion and one things to rhyme with 'you'..."

"Yeah, like 'Without your presence, I feel oh-so-blue'?" a familiar voice chirped behind him.

Archie's eyes widened and he dropped his pencil, whirling around immediately. A slight blush crept silently onto his cheeks as he glared at a smirking Theresa both in embarrassment and in irritation. "Gee, ever heard of the word 'privacy', Theresa?"

"Don't think so," Theresa replied with a grin, sitting down beside him and squinting at his paper. "Can I see that?"

"Like real you can," Archie retorted, quickly snatching the paper away before it reached her fingertips.

"So, when are you going to tell Atlanta that you like her?" Theresa asked coyly, leaning back with her back facing the table.

"Would you stop bugging me already? Don't you have a Jay to disturb?" Archie said irritably, not exactly happy to have his writing time being disturbed by anyone. Sure, he might be in the school's noisy canteen, but with the drama queen beside him, all the volumes just went up a notch and his tolerance pitched lower.

"And don't you have feelings to confess?"

Theresa seemed bent on being annoying today for some reason, Archie noticed with clenched teeth. He was about to retort when he saw Atlanta and Jay approaching. Of course, he promptly shut up.

"Hey, what's up?" Atlanta said perkily.

"Nothing much, really," Archie said quickly before Theresa could get a word in.

Theresa rolled her eyes and flashed both Atlanta and Jay - more namely Jay - a brilliant smile. "Yeah. Archie was telling me all about his poem."

"What poem?" Jay said, a little interested.

"It's nothing!" Archie responded, flushing and hurriedly slipping the piece of paper into his bag lest Atlanta get her hands on it. Someday he would so have to write a decoy poem in case she ever asked.

Just then, Odie came up to them, looking fairly excited as he rushed over.

"Hey guys! My friend Stevie made this cool new programme. A matchmaking programme. Could you guys please help me out here and volunteer to test it out?" Odie gushed immediately the minute he reached their side.

"Matchmaking programme?" Jay started, looking a little uncomfortable. Theresa couldn't help but notice that his gaze wandered to her for a second, then snapped right back to Odie.

"Yeah, you fill up this form with your likes and dislikes of your dream person. He keys it into the computer, then matches it with someone who looks exactly like your dream guy, whose likes and dislikes fit your description of yourself. He's got about 400 people on the programme, but then he needs more. I've already got Neil on it, and I need you guys help. Come on, help my friend out here, please?"

"Uhm, I don't think it's a really good idea..." Archie stuttered, sliding farther from Atlanta and hoping that no one saw him blush.

"You just need to write your email address on top and the results will be mailed to you. Don't worry, you don't even need to include your name!" Odie held up his hands in encouragement, practically pleading them.

"Why don't we try it?" Theresa said gamely, glancing over at Atlanta. "It won't hurt."

Archie was about to protest when he suddenly thought of something brilliant. If Atlanta actually filled in that form and somehow, that form came into his possession, even if only for a while... Maybe he would finally know whether she felt the same way! He almost praised himself for his cleverness.

"Alright, I'm up for it. Who's in?" he spoke up.

Theresa gave him a surprised look. "I am," she replied, turning over and giving Jay her best puppy-dog look ever to convince him.

Atlanta smiled and said, "Okay, count me in."

Jay, unable to resist that mega-watt smile, also resigned to his fate.

"Alright, here are the forms, guys. Take them, fill it in and post it into 8321, Stevie's locker, later, alright? I've got to go and get more people in to join." With that, Odie left.

Archie glanced over at the form briefly, smugly grinning. After this, he would be able to tell whether she really did like him or not.

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Okay, done with this chapter! I'll try to update soon. Please review!