Zeus (The God Chronicles #1)

by Kamery Solomon

I awoke the next morning to a clean, organized room. It took several hours to put everything away, just as I’d thought, but there was a happy feeling of accomplishment that came with finishing the job.

  Suddenly, I remembered there was supposed to be three other girls living in the apartment with me. I glanced at the still human-less side of the room—it didn’t look as though anyone had been there all night.

  Rolling out of bed, I went to splash some water on my face and brush my hair. The night before, I’d discovered the hall bathroom had two doors. I worried over someday forgetting to close both doors and embarrassing myself. A bigger fear was the fact that four college girls only had one place to get ready. Actually, I’d been afraid about a lot of things. I was mildly amused over it now. I guess moving had set me on edge, but I’d made it through the night by myself without being murdered. Vegas and I were going to get along fine.

  Once in the kitchen, I began looking for bowls in the second cupboard since I knew from the night before the plates and cups were in the first

  “Oh, hey! You must be Karly!”

  I spun around in shock and saw three beautiful girls in the living room. Their similar features implied they might be triplets, but if they weren’t, there was no doubt they were closely related. They each wore a black cocktail dress, which matched their long hair and complimented their sun-kissed skin. I quickly said a silent prayer of thanks I’d worn more than my underwear out of the bedroom.

  “Yes, that’s me. I’m sorry—I didn’t know you were home. I wa—”

  “We actually just got home,” the same girl replied. “We stayed with a friend who was having a rough night.”

  “Oh, I hope your friend is okay,” I said, confused about how to politely answer a statement like that.

  “Where are our manners?” she blurted again. “I’m Jessie, your roomie.” Her eyes were blue, and she appeared to be slightly taller than the other two as well. I’d have to remember that in order to tell them apart, at least until I got to know them better.

  “I’m Jenny,” the green eyed, and shortest of the group, said.

  “And I’m Julie,” the brown eyed beauty said. “Don’t worry—you’ll be able to separate us eventually.” She laughed, her sisters joining in.

  “It’s nice to meet you all.” I smiled back. “I’m sure I’ll get it eventually. I’ve been somewhat scatter-brained the past few days.” I frowned slightly and looked down at the floor, trying to gather my thoughts.

  “Are you alright?” Jenny asked.

  “Yeah—yes—I think all the CSI my parents made me watch before I came freaked me out a bit, that’s all.” I smiled uncomfortably. Silence filled the room.

  “That. Is. Hilarious!” Jessie burst out. “You poor thing! It’s not that bad here, I promise. We live in a good neighborhood. That’s the nice thing about living around the school—campus security is still close enough that any rowdy behavior or petty crimes are almost none existent.”

  “Thanks, that makes me feel a lot better,” I replied truthfully.

  “No problem.” There was a short silence again as I folded my arms and stood there, awkwardly, not knowing what to say next.

  “We won’t bite,” Julie said softly. “We all know it would be hard on us if we moved in with complete strangers.”

  I blushed, ashamed I’d been acting distant.

  “We all basically share one mind anyway,” Jenny said. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re together from birth.”

  “What my sisters mean to say is that we’re friendly.” Jessie gave them both a warning glare I didn’t understand. “We all know you’re going to fit in fine here.”

  “Uh, thanks?” I had the odd feeling I’d just been told a fortune. It almost seemed like the three really did have one mind—their conversation flowed effortlessly between them. Maybe it was because they’d been together their whole lives. Wasn’t that what people said about couples who’d been together forever?

  “So,” Jessie spoke again, interrupting my thoughts. What are your plans for the day? If you don’t have any, we can take you sightseeing. We love all of that touristy stuff—unless you need help putting your things away.”

  “Actually, I already did that last night. It only took a few hours.” I observed the clock and realized it was almost eleven in the morning. “Except I apparently slept in super late because of it,” I groaned.

  “We were glad you were still sleeping,” Julie piped in, speaking for all of them. “We felt bad we were gone all night.”

  “No, it’s fine,” I replied, thrown off by the way she spoke for all of them again. “All I have planned is to visit the university today and check things out—maybe see if I can meet a couple of my professors before classes start. I want to inquire about a work-study job also.”

  “I think the campus is open until five today,” Jenny said.

  “Great! That’s what I’ll do then. Thank you for inviting me, though. We’ll definitely go sometime.” I grabbed a breakfast bar from a box on the counter, deciding it was too late to stop and eat. I turned to leave. “It was nice meeting all of you!” I called over my shoulder as I headed back to the bedroom.

  “Do you need help finding anything?” one of them called.

  “No, I’m good. Thanks, though. Sorry to eat and run!” I turned and smiled at them as I walked backwards to the room.

  “It’s fine. We were deciding who was going to shower first—before you woke up. Have fun, and let us know if you change your mind,” Jessie replied.

  “I will, thanks!” I closed the bedroom door behind me as I took a bite of my food.

  I’d never met people who meshed like they did. Their connection was almost creepy, but I thought I could get used to it. Relief flooded through me, and I realized I was actually going to get along fine with my roommates. I smiled and mentally checked off another useless worrying session.

  I sandwiched the phone between my ear and shoulder, enabling my hands to return to the papers I’d been going through.

  “Yes, Mom, I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t call—by the time I remembered, I figured you were probably already sleeping.”

  The heat inside my car was going to kill me. Wasn’t it supposed to cool off as the day went on?

  “Mom, I said I was sorry, okay? It won’t happen again, I promise.”

  My visit to the university had been very successful. I managed to meet almost all my professors, as well as interview for a work-study position in the library. The bookstore was open also, and I left campus the somewhat-proud owner of several overpriced textbooks. I’d been feeling pretty good about my ventures until Mom called and chewed me out for not letting them know I was alive. Parents. You leave home, and suddenly they think being abducted by aliens is an actual possibility.

  I’d been battling to get off the phone the whole drive back to the apartment, and had now been sitting in the parking lot going on fifteen minutes, listening to my mother speak in tones only dogs could understand. I imagined several people staring, wondering why I didn’t get out of the vehicle and go inside. The truth was there was no one around to stare. It was simply entertaining for me to be as dramatic as my mom.

  Five minutes later she was finally convinced I wasn’t going to forget her completely, and I was allowed to get off the phone—after I promised to call at least every other day.

  I gathered my books and got out. It was somewhat disappointing to find the air outside was as hot as the air in my car. I didn’t regret leaving the engine off, though; I needed to save all the money I could until I found a job, even if it meant being overheated.

  As I came through the door, I was greeted by Jessie.

  “Why did you sit out there so long? Are you okay? I was going to go check on you, but it looked like you were talking to someone. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

  I guess I wasn’t imagining people staring after all.

  “I was on the phone with my mom,” I explained. �
�Sometimes she gets a little long-winded, and I didn’t want to bother anyone with it.”

  “No biggie,” she said, smiling. “So listen, we’re going to hit a totally awesome club on the Strip tonight, you in?” She plopped down on the couch and folded her legs crisscross style, waiting for my response with anticipation.

  “Oh . . . I, uh, I wanted to look over my books tonight.”

  “Whatever!” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “What is it really? Why don’t you want to come?”

  “That’s really what it is,” I said apologetically. “Classes start in a few days, and I think I might get called about the job I interviewed for. If I skip going over them now, the chance to do it before school starts might pass.”

  “Are you like super excited about school?” She studied me with curiosity.

  “No! Yes? I don’t know,” I replied, laughing. “I’m here on a scholarship. I don’t want to lose it because of bad grades.”

  “That, I can understand.” She smiled again as she got up off the couch. “I’ll go tell Jenny and Julie you can’t make it. They’re in their room getting ready.”

  About an hour passed before the beauty queens emerged from their rooms. Jessie was wearing a tight, red dress with matching pumps, her hair pulled into a curly side ponytail. Jenny had opted for a black dress much like the one she’d been wearing that morning, with sparkly pink belt and matching heels, and her hair was straightened perfection. Julie was wearing a blue, halter top dress and white wedges, her hair let down in loose curls.

  “You all look fantastic!” I stared at them dumbfounded. If I ever decided to go out with them, I was going to have to get a new dress. Odds were I already had some awesome shoes, but I didn’t own any party dresses like theirs.

  “Thanks, Karly,” Julie said, opening the front door. “Are you sure you can’t make it?”

  “Positive.” I waved as they walked down the stairs and then closed the door behind them, locking it right away.

  True to my word, I spent most of the night combing through my school stuff. There wasn’t anything surprising in the textbooks, but the paint set I’d bought for Advanced Painting and Drawing was practically calling to be broken-in before school started.

  By the time midnight rolled around I was putting my paintbrush down so I could survey the background I’d finished. The painting as a whole wasn’t nearly done, but I was pleased with my work. The finished product would be a stormy sky over the desert. Right now it was a bunch of black and grey on canvas—like I’d spread ashes and soot across the canvas.

  I’d been painting in the kitchen to avoid getting anything on the carpet and decided to leave my work there to dry. I pushed my easel into a corner where I thought it wouldn’t be in the way, and placed the chair back at the table. Carefully, my brushes were cleaned and put away with the paint. The mess gone, I headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

  The girls still weren’t home after I finished my evening routine, but I hadn’t really expected them to be. So I went to sleep by myself again, feeling a little bit more at home than before.

  Chapter Three