“She’s Greek. I’m sure of it.”

The blonde scoffed and said, “How sure are you that she's a godforsaken Graecus?”

“I just know,” the Greek demigod replied with confidence, a smirk plastered on her lips.

“Right,” the Roman counterpart drawled, “because instead of a functioning gaydar, you have a demigod radar instead, and suddenly you’re a hundred percent sure she’s Greek now? Sure, Taeyeon.”

“Yah! Stop bringing that back up already! I swear to the gods you looked straight as Tartarus when we first met!” Taeyeon indignantly argued, her face turning red.

“Stop insulting me and Tartarus,” the other girl cooly contended with a flip of her hair, effectively granting Taeyeon a mouthful of blonde locks.

Taeyeon groaned. “When are you ever letting that go?”

“The answer is never, Kim Taeyeon.”

The Greek’s eyebrow hitched up, rapt at the mention of her full name. The other girl liked to do that, intentionally saying names like they didn’t have so much power in them. It astonished Taeyeon, how brave the blonde could be.

“Fine,” Taeyeon all but grumbled. “I have an idea, wanna bet on this?”

“Now we’re talking.” A cheshire smile formed on the blonde’s face and it would have unnerved anyone, but Taeyeon wasn’t just anyone. “I bet... that she’s Roman.”

“Oh, she’s definitely Greek.” Taeyeon mirrored the cocky smile.

“What’s the wager this time?”

“What about… you let me take you out on a date once I win?”

Her smile was practically a grin now. Taeyeon couldn’t help herself, she was probably made up of 40% thunder and lightning, 40% self-assurance, 10% brains and one last 10% for cuteness. Her variables were likely inaccurate but thus was the fate of a child of the ruler of the gods.

“Really sure of yourself, huh?” The Roman wasn’t bothered, already used to this kind of behavior from Taeyeon.

“I’m never wrong, Jessica Jung Sooyeon,” she teased back.

Jessica rolled her eyes so hard, Taeyeon would swear her life on the river Styx that all the shades down at the Underworld probably felt it. Poor shades, poor aunt Hades.

“That’s because you’re insufferable. That’s what you are,” Jessica countered.

Taeyeon could only laugh in amusement.

Thirteen year old Wendy was aware she was being watched. It was hard to ignore the watchful eyes when the two older girls weren’t even hiding the fact that they were blatantly staring and… gossiping about her? Who knew what they were doing, honestly.

Also because it was practically impossible to miss the fact that the two most popular and infamous high school students of SM High were borderline loitering in the cafeteria. The main problem being that this was the middle school cafeteria. Wendy was pretty sure the seniors had their own food service area.

So Wendy being… Wendy, she ended up overanalyzing.

Did I wear the wrong uniform again? No, that’s impossible, we only have one standard set of uniforms in this school…

Was there something on my face, again? She quickly rubbed her face to check. Nope, nothing out of the ordinary there either.

Were the seniors here to finally lay her off and deliver the message that she was expelled? But it wasn’t her fault she was dyslexic and in turn had the most difficulty with academics. She wasn’t the best, but she still did her best! Couldn’t she get a gold star for that at least?

Goodness, she was starting to sound like she was in the third grade all over again.

And to add to the weirdness, Wendy got the second shock of the day courtesy of a group of girls who suddenly decided that Wendy’s Table of Loneliness was their claim today. There wasn’t anything wrong with sharing a table, honestly. What was wrong, and to the utmost level, was that these gorgeous girls, who wore mini skirts and tied their hair into neat ponytails, selected Wendy’s table out of all the other perfectly functional tables.

Why? Someone tell her why. It was called Wendy’s Table of Loneliness for a damn reason.

Nobody but her sat here. Nobody else wanted to sit here with her. Except these cheerleaders, apparently.

Oh gods, they were going to bully her weren’t they? The seventh grader has been privy to witnessing how these girls tormented the lives of beings they considered lesser at school. She’s noticed their targets were mostly men though. The cheerleaders’ tyranny was probably worse than normal because these boys all suddenly dropped out of school and were never seen again.

Maybe this was how Wendy Son was finally going to die; by the hands of beautiful cheerleaders. On second thought... that didn’t sound too bad actually. If one were to ignore the future brutality of the notion.

“Uhm, I think you girls have the wrong table?” Wendy gathered enough courage to speak up, which she instantly regretted when all heads suddenly looked her way. Every. Single. Head. Wendy nervously swallowed a lump.

“Haven’t you heard of the phrase ‘Sharing is caring’, Wendy Son Seungwan?” said Cheerleader #1.

The blood in her veins suddenly turned cold. No one ever called her by her full name. No one else but she and her mom even knew about it. Heck, even the school didn’t bother to do a full background check on her but apparently these very shady girls did. Wendy was terrified of what else they knew.

“H-How do you know my name?” She tried not to stutter, emphasis on try.

“Why, of course we do, dear. We’ve been watching you for a while now,” Cheerleader #2, with the equally blonde hair, spoke this time.

A nervous giggle bubbled out. “Now why would anyone be interested in boring, old, me?”

Seriously, she’s tried her best not to stand out, not to make any trouble, anything to avoid attention. But this day was truly proving her wrong to various degrees.

“Anyone with keen senses can smell a godling like you from miles away.” Cheerleader #3 sported a wicked grin before continuing, “Even that protective shroud couldn’t hide and suppress the power growing in you, little demigod.”

Every single curse word she could think of was currently speeding through her head in a thousand miles per hour. They said it. They called her that… that name. The one word her mom banned in their household. Too dangerous, her mother had warned her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sorry, I think you girls have the wrong person.”

Wendy scanned her surroundings, trying to look for an easy way out. She had zero ideas on what to do but all she knew was that she had to get away as far as she could from the foursome. Pronto.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Cheerleader #4 tutted, then was behind her in a blink of an eye. Her uncannily strong hands held onto her shoulders, keeping her in place. “I wouldn’t try to run away if I were you, little godling.”

“B-But…” she wracked her brain for anything useful to help her get away from the predicament. “I uhm… I have to go to class?”

Gods, did she want to ju