A lot of TUS (Totally Unimportant Shit)—er— I mean "author's note"

Actually, some of this is important, but most of it isn't. It's mostly just because this is the last chapter, and I feel sad, because this is my favorite out of all of my stories. It just sucked that it's over now. Now, I have to deal with writing my least favorite, The Broken Bow's Sequel: Hunting Hunter. (I owe to you TFF/TBB readers to finish what I started.) So, because this is the last chapter, there is a lot of stuff I wanted to say.

Okay, so, for this chapter I face tons of problems, including the fact that some people could find it confusing, so if you're confused tell me. The other problem. The teacher included in this story originally had a French honorific title, as do many foreign language teachers; the label corresponds with the language. But I faced a problem with the fact it might confuse people as well, so, I just changed it to the English way, because the majority of you speak English. Well, anyway, you better speak English; otherwise you couldn't understand this story.

While on that topic, I noticed something when you guys were sending in your OC's to me. All of you picked a female teacher. This is kind of funny, because in my head I imagined a male. Weird. Okay, it's actually not that interesting. But, whatever.

Also, there might be the problem of this suddenly becoming the stupidest story after this chapter… but I'll take my chances.

On top of that, I decided to extend the deadline for the titles to 11-16-12, because I realized the real plot lies in chapter 20, Surprising the Audience, so, now you guys have an actual plot. But please, try to make the titles cryptic. There's a reason this chapter is called, "Surprising the Audience."

And, by the way guys, thank you, for making this the 24th most reviewed story, the 40th most favorited, and the 20th most followed (with Aphrodite as the main character,) And on top of that, the most reviewed/ story out of all of mine, and the second-most followed! Not very exciting, but it shows it's by far my best. Last month alone we had over 3000 hits though! That's awesome guys!

On top of that, just wanted to give a shout out to:

Xylia Ren and almostinsane for reviewing over and over and over again. Also to all the guests who reviewed. You guys get me frustrated because I can't reply to you, but I love you all anyway. ( but I still do wish you logged in.)

Anyway, please read some of my other stories, like Kashmir Kathleen Volturi, The 49th Hunger Games, or 50 Years of Silence. And if you guys have time, go to FictionPress to check out my other stories (Milk Of Awesomeness) It would mean a lot, because these stories just don't seem loved. So please, just take the time to R&R them. Please? Link to FictionPress profile on my profile.

So without further adieu, lovely readers, the final chapter of the smash hit, The Game of Love (or whatever it shall be called in the near future. )

"And that's why I didn't finish my French homework. " Carson said to his teacher, smiling, glad he was no longer narrating a tale built completely on completely unnecessary but completely hilarious backstory. Wow. Damn that's a lot of completelys . That's completely insane.

He looked up at his French Teacher, Mrs. Dubois. The whole high school knew not to cross her. If you did just the tiniest bad thing, she'd eat your liver for supper. Strictness was her Raison d'être, meaning reason of existence in the very language she taught. You see how well that fits?

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. She looked down before taking in a huge breath and looking back up at him, wondering why he thought she was that stupid.

"Why did it take you all hour to explain to me that you didn't do your homework‽ That's not fair to the other kids who actually want to learn stuff."

"Because you wouldn't have understood it without the backstory."

"So I needed to know that Aphrodite likes to mess with love lives? I already knew that."

"You could've stopped me at any time. Oh, wait, you did. But that was only to have me change POV's." He'd already angered her. He had nothing to lose by talking back.

"Either way, that was the stupidest excuse for not having your French Homework done. I don't care if you're dyslexic; you have no excuse to make up a giant lie like that. Get a tutor if you don't understand it."

"I'm serious. Aphrodite kidnapped me!"

"And I'm sure she did. Had you told this story to your Mythology teacher, you might have gotten an A just for your excuse. It had almost 100% accurate information, and a well-done portrayal of the mythological figures. "

"But I'm not lying." Carson lied. Even though he was obviously, or else the writing you have just viewed wouldn't have said so. Of course he hadn't wanted to do the assignment. He couldn't understand a single part of it. Granted he had totally tried to do the assignment, but after 10 minutes of sitting there, he decided to have a Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus book marathon instead. Reading awesome books was less frustrating then doing assignments. How? He had no clue. The words still messed with his mind.

"Yeah, you're not lying. Because the idea that a Greek goddess who was extremely mad because a homophobic demigod almost broke up a couple she admired decided to kidnap you because she thought you were hot is totally realistic. "She said sarcastically, dangerously close to blowing her top.

"Aw, you understand," Carson replied sickly-sweet. His teacher glared. He bit his lip, not wanting to stick his foot in his mouth at that crucial moment. Getting either an extension or being excused from the assignment was too important.

He turned to look at the clock, entranced in the moving second hand. Tick tick tick tick. He noticed the sound of the ticking went in a pattern, and sort of sounded like a bomb just ready to explode. It was background music to Mrs. Dubois' temper.

Slowing the thought of a bomb made him think about The Mysterious Ticking Noise, which made him think about A Very Potter Musical, which almost made him laugh just thinking about it. Did I mention he was also ADHD? He constantly fantasized about being a demigod, which he most likely was.

The last time he did so he was Artemis' illicit son. He didn't much like that one. He despised Artemis. She was so stereotypical and judgmental towards men.

"Now about your punishment," Mrs. Dubois went on to say. "I want to give you 3 weeks of afterschool detention, and a suspension on the side, but of course only the principal can suspend you."

"What‽" Carson exclaimed. "When George told you his goldfish died so he couldn't take his test, you made him write a full-paged paper!"

"Did he waste an entire class period explaining his situation, the majority of which was useless information? Did his excuse include profanity and sexual references? No!" Carson sighed before heading to the door.

"By the way, Mr. Athans," Carson turned around. "I'm telling your parents that you need to do your homework and stop reading Percy Jackson."