A Watcher. A full-grown Watcher, who didn't even know. This was too hilarious.

I stood up and burst out laughing. The Watcher didn't look particularly entertained. He looked rather pale to be honest, the poor lad. This must have been his first run in with a non-mortal.

Of all the hillbilly towns I could've chosen, I chose the one with an unknowing Watcher. Maybe this town was worth more than its booming sororities.

I sat down on a chair a bit further down the stairs and tried to contain my laughter. The poor boy looked like he was about to pass out.

"A God?" he whispered. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at his hands. "I'm losing my mind..."

Well, I could lose myself in those weird eyes. One was brown and one was green. Looked beautiful in a very odd way. He was very striking really. Long, black hair hanging like a curtain brushing his shoulders, high cheekbones. He looked Native American. And oddly familiar for some reason too... I was sure I had seen him before, but I couldn't place him at all. There was something about the arch of his browns and his full lips. Maybe his nose?

"Nah, not yet anyways," I said followed by another laugh. This was too good to be true. I could so take advantage of this. "Listen, mate, you're a Watcher. I reckon your parents were as well, but just haven't told you about this special little gift they've given you."

"What?" He looked utterly confused.

"Right, so when Big Daddy, the guy in charge, you might refer to him as 'God' or 'Allah' or whatever. When he created earth and all that, he grew incredibly bored and created more gods. But then some of us grew more bored and created mortals. Mortals looked like they had a bunch of more fun than us, so we started hanging out down here, instead of running about in Paradise. Big Daddy wasn't too happy about this, so he created the Watchers.

"They sniff us out and send our asses back to Paradise. Or they used to. Now they more or less just go through life without ever using their powers. Big Daddy trusts his angels more with the heavy lifting of returning us home for our spanking and time outs. So colour me impressed to actually find a Watcher here, in the middle of nowhere."

He still looked confused. How much explaining did this even need? Gods, mortals became more and more stupid with the rise of technology. I blamed smartphones.

He rose to his feet, his legs shaking under him. He didn't even bring his backpack when he left the classroom. I rose too, rolling my eyes.

I could either leave right now and let the poor boy have a meltdown, or I could track him down. Especially considering his powers. Gods couldn't sense other gods or see them like he could, so having a Watcher with me could mean... I could disappear. For real this time. I could actually get away with it. With all of it.

From all of it.

I raced back to my room and locked the door behind me. I stood for a while panting with the doorknob still in my hand, and my heart in my throat.

I was losing it. It was official. I was going absolutely nuts. This couldn't be real. Troy must have slipped one of his happy pills into my morning coffee or something. Or maybe my isolation had finally evolved from just being an introvert to full on mentally ill.

"So are you ever going to turn around, or are you just going to leave me hanging here?"

I whirled around, finding the girl on fire lying in my bed. She dropped my bag on the floor, its contents spilling out of it. "You forgot this."

I almost ripped the door off its hinges, only to find her standing on the other side. She pushed me into the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Okay, listen up, mate. I am trying to have a civil chat here, so I can't have you running all the time. Sit down."

I sat down on my bed. I didn't know what else to do, to be honest. At this point, I was too freaked to do anything else.

"Right..." she said, looking curiously around my room. "So I'm on fire?"

I almost forgot to answer but stuttered a 'yes', before she got too impatient with me. In hindsight, I didn't know why I was afraid of this rather small, skinny girl, besides the fact that flames licked up against her body and she didn't even seem to mind. But I could totally take her. I had at least eighty pounds on her. And several feet.

"Huh." She lost interest in me and started lifting the cover of one of my textbooks with a finger. Her golden eyes landed on me again, and she dropped the cover. The book didn't look scathed at all. But she was on fire. I could feel the heat on my skin.

She slid her fingers across my CD's and stared at me. "CDs? Really? Have you heard of an MP3?"

"I like having them in physical form," I replied hesitantly. Was she really gonna bash my CD collection after all she had told me?

"Sure," she muttered, rolling her eyes and finally turned her attention to me. "Right. Alrighty. Yeah, so here's the deal. I'm hiding right now, and I don't need you running off to anybody telling stories about me, capiche?"

"I don't even know who I would tell..."

She smiled a half smile that didn't reach her eyes. I think I finally snapped out of it, because my next question made her really focus on me. "So you're really a god?"

"Yes."

"But... I'm Catholic..."

She laughed again. I wish she would stop laughing. Something the way she laughed, made me feel incredibly stupid and small.

"Doesn't matter what you are. You're first and foremost a Watcher." She dropped down on Troy's chair and gave me a weird look. "You still don't believe me. Well, I could always show you some godly powers, but since I already teleported several times in front of you, I would say I've done enough." She crossed her legs and her gaze started to wander again.

"What are you doing here, if you're a god?"

"Playing an intense game of hide-and-seek with Big Daddy."

"Why?"

"Long story." She rose and started going through Troy's stuff.

I started rubbing my eyes again. I couldn't believe this. Parts of me wanted to believe her. The parts that kept seeing weird stuff around campus. Like that old lady with the blue hair. She had had a blue shimmer around her.

I looked back at her. The flames had calmed down a bit looking more like soft light licking her sepia skin. She picked up a comic book from the floor and flicked a couple of pages. Her gaze drifted from the comic book and it fell out of her hands onto the floor. She picked up a DVD and held it in her hands like she had found the Holy Grail.

"I. Love. This. Film!" she said, panting, clutching the cover close to her chest.

"Can we please slow down for a bit?" I asked, running my hands through my hair. "So... Angels and Gods and stuff... All real?"

"Yup." She put down the DVD and stopped in the middle of the room. "You finally coming to terms with it?"

"It explains a lot... I see things... You know, things that others can't see."

"Yeah, that's typically what Watchers do," she muttered and crossed her arms over her chest.

I nodded unsure what to say next.

"So listen, I kind of need to lay low for a while, and I figured I could just hang around here. I mean, you're like a living security system. You see them right away and puff! I am out of here. In return, I could teach you how to spot the different non-mortals and tell them apart."

I frowned. I could do this. I seriously doubted she would take no for an answer. And I was curious. I usually didn't talk to a lot of people, mainly because I was like the kid from the Sixth Sense. I just didn't have Bruce Willis to help me out. Instead, I had this girl. I would rather have Bruce Willis, to be honest.

"Can you stop the uh, Watcher stuff?"

"Nope, you're a peeping Tom for the rest of your life." She dropped down next to me. Her eyes dropped down my body in an inappropriate way. "So, what's your name?"

"Seth. What's yours?"

"Don't have one." She said that as that was the most normal thing ever.

"What? Why?"

"I'm a god, I don't need one."

"Fine, then I'll call you... Fluffy."

Her eyes darkened. "You will not call me Fluffy, Watcher."

I shrugged. "What do you want me to call you then?"

She looked like she was actually thinking hard about it.

"Nobody has ever had a need to know my name before... Well except that one time in Vegas." She started mumbling something incomprehensible.

"Just come up with a girl name, it's not that hard." I sighed, realising I might have gotten the short end of this deal. This God must've been kicked out of heaven because of lack of intelligence.

"I am not a girl," she said looking all offended.

"You sure as hell look like a girl to me."

"Yeah? Well, I'm not. I don't have a gender. I just prefer to look like a girl here. Benefits me in hiding better and shit."

"So you can switch genders?"

"Yeah, and looks. I do it all the time. I get pretty bored with my looks pretty fast."

"So how do you actually look?"

"A mortal wouldn't survive seeing a god's true self."

"Are you that ugly?"

She smacked her fist against my arm. But she smiled at me. I smiled back

"So, I have classes..." I said hesitantly.

"Right."

"So... I am leaving... For class." She didn't pick up on that hint. "Don't you need to be somewhere?"

"Besides being buried between the legs of a sorority girl? Not really. Stay out of trouble, Seth."

And like that she was gone. Puff. What ever happened in the future, I just knew I wasn't gonna like it.