By the time lunch came around, Laila had met Alexander, Castiel, and Elaine Olympia, three more of the exchange students. Though met wasn't exactly the right word to describe it, more like she had simply stared at them during the remaining two periods before the lunch period.

"They're so attractive!" Aisha exclaimed dreamily, dramatically melting in her seat and leaning against Sebastian, her boyfriend, who shoved her off of him.

"I'm right here, Isha."

Smiling, Aisha grabbed Sebastian's cheeks and pinched them like a grandmother would do to their grandchildren. "You know I love you Sebby! All I'm saying is that they're nice to look at."

"Nice is an understatement," Casey laughed, chewing on a french fry. "They're more like gods among mortals."

"Gods don't exist, Case." Laila threw a fry in her friend's direction, hitting her on the forehead.

"Coulda fooled me," Aisha muttered lowly to Casey. "I mean, there's no way anyone is that attractive."

"Is this all we're talking about?" Tobias grumbled.

Casey punched her brother's arm, earning a groan in response. "Don't act like you ain't been staring at Anastasia all fourth period!" Tobias looked away sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and muttering something under his breath.
"What're we talking about?" Clara slid into the seat in front of Laila, head propped into her hands, elbows resting on the table.

"N-nothing!" Aisha, Tobias, and Casey stammered out at the same time.

"Yeah, nothing except how gods are wa-mmh."

Aisha quickly slapped her hand over Sebastian's mouth, smiling wide at the red headed intruder.

"What about gods?" Noah laughed, sitting down next to Laila and throwing and arm over her shoulder. "Hey Lai, how are ya?"

"Peachy," Laila responded, eyebrows furrowed up at him.

Noah nodded absently. Gesturing to blonde who slid into the seat next to him, he introduced, "This is Seraphina, yet another Olympia." He dropped his voice to a low whisper, "Careful, insult her even slightly and she'll burn you to a crisp."

"Shut it, Noah." Seraphine slapped him, causing Noah to jerk into Laila slightly. "This is why you have no friends."

Tightening his grip, he steadied the raven haired girl in her seat.

"Man, there sure are a lot of y'all. Are your parents rabbits, or something?" Tobias grumbled, chewing on a french fry.

The three present Olympias' laughed, each one of them a melodic sound. Seraphina was the first to stop her laughter, shaking her head. "We're not all siblings, many of us have different parents. It's hard to explain, but we all just share a surname."

It was silent for a moment, no one speaking. Finally, the silence was broken by Tobias, "Alrighty then. Whatever you say, Sera."

Clara turns her gaze to Laila, leaning her chin on her hands, elbows resting on the table, "So Laila, Noah tells us you're some kind of psychic."

Beside her, Noah tense up. Laila didn't spare him a single glance, or Seraphine whose gaze she could feel burning into her. "I wouldn't call myself psychic, exactly."

"But you see things that eventually happens?" Seraphina questioned.

"Yes."

"Sounds like a psychic to me," the blonde says. Clara nodded energetically in agreement.

Laila sighed, flattening her hands on her thighs, tips curving slightly so her nails could dig into her jean-clad legs. She knew what she was and what she wasn't. She was a human, not a damned psychic. These people made her sick, she felt her stomach coiling, her head going fuzzy, and even her vision darkening.

The last thing she heard was someone calling her name.

***

Laila woke to find herself in an alley. She guessed she was downtown somewhere. In front of her was a whimpering woman, eyes wide and terrified. 'She's afraid of me,' Laila thought. She could feel her own fear building up, especially when she failed to move her limbs. "Not again."

She wanted to scream, cry, anything. She wanted to save this woman from the terrible fate Laila knew was in store for her. As though sensing her unnerving thoughts, her hand lifted, and with it, the woman was lifted too. She struggled against the invisible force that was holding her captive, forcing her to breathe her last breath.

The brunette watched the petite woman go limp. As soon as she did, the force that had been holding her let go, her body falling into a heap on the floor. Laila had to suppress her wails of sorrow for the unnamed woman.

She felt whatever was holding her body in place let go. She rushed towards the body, dropping to her knees next to her, searching her neck for a pulse.

Nothing.

"I'm sorry," Laila whispered.

Her hand brushed against something, and she pulled an ID from the woman's shirt. Kassidy McClain. It read.

"Kassidy McClain," Laila breathed the name softly. "You deserved so much better."