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Okay so here is my first rewrite chapter. Tell me if you like this one! Here we go! Presenting the remake of 'Who Are You?'

Who Are You?

"Dad…are you out of your mind?" I had asked, questioning my father's sanity. He had looked at me as if I was stupid, which I was far from before rolling his eyes. Even doing that he had still managed to look like a pompous ass.

Figures.

"Rachel, your father is correct. It is time to find a suitable heir to his fortune and only someone of the upper circle is appropriate for you. Your father is only looking out for your future" my mother (really stepmother but I never got any information on that touchy subject) had said.

I had rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I was really not in the mood for this. Here I was, not able to go hang out with my friends. Not my immortal and strange friends but my mortal friends.

I had been planning to hang out with them for months since my strange friends had strangely enough cut me off. Even he didn't come to see me much often. I hadn't had a vision in days, also. No dreams, no nothing.

I decided to keep my mind on the present problem.

"So you're trying to set me up with rich boys? Dad…this is the 21st century. There are no arranged marriages anymore. And…I don't date. I can't" I said, without elaborating. And of course, not knowing the circumstances and that it was the truth, they disregarded me completely.

And that's how I found myself walking into my dad's penthouse to see one of the most well known and richest moron heirs on the face of the planet, Eric Portland.

Let the gods strike me dead.

I had met Eric several times before. He was a jerk. The first time I had met him, I was 5 and he was 7. He had called me a dirt licking plebian. I doubt he knew what the word even meant. Probably heard it from his father.

The second time I was 11 and he was 13. He called me a dirt licking and ugly plebian. That insult put him on my 'To Kill' list. I had hoped I would never have to meet him again. That was not the case unfortunately.

The third time I was 14 and he was 16. He called me a dirt licking plebian that had some potential if I did something with my quote rat nest that was on top of my head unquote.

And the last time I had seen him I was 15 and he was 17. He had called me a pretty girl who would be able to reach her full potential if she would only get rid of her plebian friends.

And I'm sure that he still doesn't know what the word 'plebian' even means!

And right at that moment I wasn't dressed to speak to Erica and he knew it. He stared as my frizzy hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. I was sweaty and pale. My jeans were written and painted on and had various holes in them. My sneakers were drawn on and I wore a baggy t-shirt. The canvases under my arm completed my so-called plebian image.

"Uh…hi, Eric! Could you give me, like, 10 minutes?" I asked, standing in the doorway awkwardly. Our housekeeper, Harriet, who was only 22, was stifling her hysterical laughter. I glared at her playfully before running to my bedroom. I screamed. There sitting on my bed was Apollo.

"What the hell!" I shrieked. Harriet ran down the hallway to see me and Eric wasn't far behind. I slammed the door shut before they could see my boss and locked it. They'd be able to hear but thank God they wouldn't see him.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded. Apollo sent me a lazy grin before moving his sunglasses to sit on top of his head. He took my arm and pulled me onto the bed to sit next to him before placing my head in his lap before stroking my hair. I looked at the nutcase on my bed.

"I was bored and I stopped working to say hello. Do I need a reason to say hello to my Oracle?" Apollo asked. I glared at him in annoyance.

"You do if you ignored me for the majority of the summer. Go away, Apollo. I was in the middle of something" I said. Apollo's eyes burned in anger as I reminded him of my 'date'. His hand froze on my hair.

"You're not really allowed to date. Or have children or marry. You do know that right?" Apollo whispered in a dangerous voice. I nodded and leaned up to look him full in the face.

"I tried to get that through my father's head. That didn't really go to well. They seem to believe that arranged marriage is still openly accepted" I said. Apollo sneered before running a hand through his golden tresses.

"Well, we'll need to straighten that out, babe. Because you belong to me. Your soul is mine and it will be mine even after you die. You will not be going to the Underworld" Apollo snapped. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He was serious. I could tell. There was that glow around him when he was about to go into his godly form. And I didn't want to be blinded or whatever.

"Isn't that a little…morbid, Apollo?" I asked. His blue eyes flashed to look at me and he waved his hand and the door slammed open. Harriet and Eric were staring in shock as to who it was. Eavesdroppers.

"No…it isn't. Because it's the truth. Eric Portland?" Apollo demanded without taking his eyes off of me. Eric sneered.

"What do you want plebian?" he demanded. Something in me snapped. Okay, you can call me a plebian but to call Apollo, the god of the sun, bad poetry, and music was something else entirely. I had to tackle him to prevent him from destroying Eric.

So, I ended up in a very uncomfortable position.

I was straddling my boss…let the gods strike me dead! Harriet was giggling again and I sneered.

"He's not a plebian, stupid! I doubt you know what a plebian is. Eric beat it! I don't want to date you and I don't care what my dad says. You're a jerk and you're an idiot for calling Apollo that" I snapped. The name 'Apollo' made Harriet and Eric freeze.

"Apollo as in…" she trailed off. Apollo sat up and pulled me off him and placed me next to him.

"Apollo Us. Now beat it!" Apollo hissed. Eric backed away and Apollo suddenly switched back from vengeful god form to laid back and crazy boss. And that change made Eric run for the hills.

"Apollo…leave. Now. I'm serious" I said. Apollo looked at me and his eyes were dangerous. He stood up and grabbed my canvases and my bag. He slung the bag over his shoulder and took the canvases under his arm.

"Fine, I'm leaving" he grinned. But his eyes held warning. I wouldn't budge and he grabbed my wrist.

"You…you will come now or gods so help me…I will send you into one of the most painful prophecies ever. And I'm not kidding. Percy is waiting by the docks. Come on" he commanded. I glared at him and shrugged.

"See if I care."

I was probably going to die if Harriet wasn't there. She was watching with utter confusion. Apollo turned to her.

"Harriet, is it? Tell Rachel's father that she is with the Olympian Corporation heirs and heiresses. Rachel as your patron…you-know-what, I command you to come on. You are my Oracle and you will do as I say" Apollo commanded. Oh…well that was a direct command. I sighed in annoyance.

"Fine! Harriet, don't say a word to dad about where I'm going but tell him Apollo Us kicked Eric Portland out. I'll see you later" I said, giving up. Apollo grinned and walked out of the room. Harriet grabbed my arm. She was worried.

"He's basically kidnapping you. Why did you listen to him?" Harriet asked. Apollo was standing by the door getting impatient.

"Babe, let's go!" he called. I snarled at him.

"Don't call me babe!"

Harriet giggled and I turned back to her.

"Harriet…he'd kill me if I didn't go. He actually ditched work to come get me. And his dad would kill him if he knew" I murmured. Harriet tilted her head.

"You Zachary E Us?" she asked. I tilted my head in confusion but realized what she was saying.

"Uh…sure. I'll see you in a few days, Harriet" I murmured before jogging forward. I didn't speak to Apollo until we were heading to his car from the lobby. It was parked right there in the middle of everything. And a bunch of guys surrounded the Maserati Spyder.

"I hate you, Apollo."

"I know, babe, I know" he grinned. I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

"Don't call me babe."