Terzo had spent his entire childhood receiving lessons at the Ministry. He liked being there; being the son of a Papa, a Cardinal, and really just the golden boy of his family, he got everything he wanted out of his schooling. He could goof off a little, flirt with any girl he wanted, and get good grades not out of his superior intelligence, but out of the fact that if he didn’t do well, his father would take his anger out on his teacher.

It wasn’t until he reached 14, the year he should have been a freshman in high school, for him to even consider going to public school. What changed that? The pretty girl he saw walking by the Ministry to get to the dreaded public high school down the road. Every day for weeks she had walked by, dressed in her cute little standard, common clothes; jeans, cute little tops, mini-skirts, the like. He was head over heels, and he hadn’t even spoken to the girl. All he knew was that he wanted her, and that he always got what he wanted.

So, after much begging and even a few fake tears, he had annoyed Imperator enough into letting him start public school. Only, he knew jack-shit about it. What better way to learn about it than to ask his girlfriend-who-didn’t-know-she-was-his-girlfriend?

So, with all the smoothness he could muster, when she walked by that morning, he slid in beside her, walking until eventually, she glanced at him. It was weird; wearing jeans, and a band t-shirt, as he was told, was the usual high school boy attire. Eventually, her eyes met his, and he smiled. God, don’t think I’m weird. She seemed particularly fascinated by his white eye.

“Don’t stare at me too hard, amore; I might turn to stone,” he grinned. The line came out instinctively. He didn’t realize he implied that she was Medusa until she frowned at him. Shit.