Free My Ex From Hell (The Blooming Goddess Trilogy) by Tellulah Darling Page B

Sophie Bloom, disaffected adolescent, had a new gig; Persephone, savior of all mankind. All right. That didn’t have such a bad ring to it.
    There was still one thing I had to do. Hannah and Theo headed down to dinner but I excused myself, pleading a headache. In reality, I just wanted some alone time.
    After one more quick mirror check of joy, I cracked my laptop open and began to Google myself. There were a zillion variations on my story. I shied away from the ones involving rape and pomegranates. Rape for obvious reasons and pomegranates because it freaked me out that my love of that fruit might have pre-dated my birth.
    I read about how Dad might have been married to Hera but that didn’t stop him whoring around with my real mother. Demeter. Which begged the question of where she was, because allowing me to be kidnapped was a serious parenting oversight. Although, almost better than the thought of me kicking Bethany’s ass was imagining what my true mother would do to Felicia.
    I stared at my screen for a long time, then opened my email and began to type. Dear Your Royal Imperialness Demeter, Goddess of Grain and Fertility, Preserver of Marriage, and Bringer of Seasons, Or can I just call you Mom?
    You’ve read the rest of that email, so as you know, I had nowhere to send it. But boy, did I wish I did. I had a feeling that she was the one person who would tell me the truth.
    Of course there was always Kai, but he’d opened this whole can of worms then disappeared. I had no clue where to find him.
    If I had been reunited with my girlfriend whom I’d thought was dead, I’d be ecstatic. Kai was furious, which made me think that maybe he hadn’t believed I was dead. Maybe he’d been looking for me all this time. That’s why he asked me if it was all a big game.
    In my opinion, even if he was mad that I’d disappeared for sixteen years, he should have come back. If I was his big love, the dummy should have been here kissing me some more. Helping me. Whatever.
    God or human, males were stupid across the board.
    My stomach growled. Being a goddess sure burned calories. I checked my watch and saw that if I hurried, I still had time to nab some chow. Glancing down at my clothing, I realized that it was dirty from my outdoor encounter. I was dismayed to find that my sweater had gotten badly snagged as well. I briefly considered changing but didn’t think I’d have time.
    With my hair coming loose from its elastic, I flew down the hallway toward the cafeteria. As I rounded a corridor, I collided hard with a very solid body. I stumbled back, aware of Principal Doucette saying “Here is one of our juniors, Sophie Bloom. Sophie, meet our new transfer student.”
    I straightened up to find out who had enrolled as our new victim. I mean, student.
    There before me was Kai, in faded jeans, slung low on his hips, and a black sweater. His hair flopped over one eye and he had a slight case of dark stubble along his jaw. Apparently, no detail was too small to notice about this guy. If only I could channel that into something useful. Like homework.
    Kai gave me the once over and his eyes darkened. With an insolent grin, he stuck out a hand for me to shake. “Pleased to meet you, Sophie,” he drawled.
    I stared at his outstretched hand and thought about my disheveled hair, dirty clothes, and general unkempt appearance. If I’d ever thought I’d see him again, it would have been wearing something very different. One of those “bet you’re sorry you can’t have me” outfits. Not a “bet you’re glad you don’t want me” one.
    “Sophie, where are your manners?” Principal Doucette asked.
    Gone, I supposed. Along with rules one and two. I was going to wipe that smirk off Kai’s face if I had to kill him.

5
    Truth is stranger than prediction
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    Principal Doucette cleared his throat. “I was hoping you could show Kai around the school.”
    “Sorry, Principal. I'm late for supper.”
    “I'll do it,” Bethany