Oct 8, 2017
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
by sherific
In my junior year, everyone told me to be careful with him. “His family has a lot of money,” they whispered as he jogged through the hallway, “You don’t want to get on his bad side. They’ll sue or something.” But he was only a freshman, and I had no real reason to encounter him anyways. He was supposedly a really good athlete, or something like that. Achilles, they called him, after the Greek hero. Swift-footed Achilles. The name pulled at the corner of my lips. It’s nicknames and tales like that that make high school something people want to watch on TV. Well, Patroclus, it’s junior year! What do you want to do?
Chapters: 4/4
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