Opia

Chapter 8

Guilty doesn't even begin to describe how Leila felt in those days. She was having to lie and start to isolate herself from her friends and family.

Leila sighed as she walked into school, fidgeting with her leather jacket nervously. She had a blue tank top under it, and it was paired with jeans skinny jeans and black ankle boots, which were also heels. For the first time in a long time, her hair was straightened.

Leila licked her lips nervously before walking in confidentially. There was no way that someone-her psychotic Uncle, nonetheless-was going to get in her way of being the Queen Bee at Beacon Hills High School.

For Leila, the day was boring.

Until lunch.

She watched as Jackson smirked and started to talk to Scott, knowing that he's a werewolf. Leila sighed and stood up, grabbing Lydia and Allison's arms, dragging them towards Jackson. The trio looked confused.

"Stay here. I'll be right back."

As Leila walked towards Danny, she whispered, "Scott, go over to Allison, Lydia, and Jackson. Bring Stiles with you." He did as he say, despite his confusion.

When Leila walked up to where the Lacrosse team was, they were surprised. "Hey, Danny, I need to talk to you for a second."

Greenberg raised his eyebrows. "I thought that the two of you broke up."

"God, Greenberg, can you just shut the fuck up?" The team looked shocked at her words. "Danny and I are still friends, and besides, it's important. There's two reasons I didn't ask you to come. Because you're not my friend, and I don't want to be telling you anything important."

As the boys snickered, Leila brought Danny over to where her other friends were. "Okay, I need to talk to you guys." She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, avoiding everyone's eyes. "First off: If someone suddenly shows up and wants to talk to me, text me immediately and figure out what their name is. Text me their name, and I'll tell you to ask them a question, and tell me the response. I'll let you know what to do after that. Second off, I need to explain what you need to do if I die."

The instant she stopped talking for a fraction of a second, the people around her began to nearly yell nonsense, making everyone in the cafeteria turn to them.

Leila quickly quieted them down and shot an apologetic smile to the mass of students, who turned away quickly after the outburst. Once she made sure that no one was paying close attention, she kept talking.

"If I die-and yes, there will be a time that I die in either New York or Beacon Hills; my friends in New York already know what to do-bring me to Deaton. Yes, the same Deaton that is Scott's boss. The veterinarian. The short one with dark skin. He'll know what to do."

"So we don't call the police?" Jackson demanded. "We don't call the cops? Stiles's dad? Anyone important?"

Leila took out her phone and waved it slightly. "I'm not finished. Once I'm at Deaton's, take my phone and scroll up. Type in BHCHB."

"What do those even stand for?" Lydia asked.

"Beacon Hills, Camp Half Blood. My homes. The only reason I'm allowed in Camp Half Blood is because I'm blessed."

Allison looked confused. "By who?"

Leila tilted her head to the side. "What do y'all remember from the night we were stuck here?"

"You said that you're a werewolf," answered Danny.

"Anything else?"

They all shook their head. "Nope," Scott replies, popping the 'p.'