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Wednesday's POV:

The typewriter clacks as I press the keys, adding more to my novel. It is, in fact, my writing time, but I'm mostly writing while waiting for Enid.

I soon finish and Enid still isn't back yet. I sigh, placing my chin on my palm, and tapping my fingers against the wooden surface as I search for something to do.

A hand skitters into my view and I look at Thing as he signs to me.

'Could I do anything to cure your boredom? It's torture seeing you have nothing to do.'

I roll my eyes but try to think of some things. But the only thing I can do is shake my head and shrug.

'Maybe you could paint my nails.' Thing suggests.

The most disgusted look appears on my face. "You are out of your mind if you think I'd do that. There's not a single world I would do it in." I exaggerate.

But I am not doing that.

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And here I am, doing what I said I wasn't going to do, a half hour later.

I groan as I place the polish aside. How dare I allow him to convince me to do it. I will not let it happen again.

I glare at the hand as it thanks me and skedaddles away. Luckily, there was a knock on the door after I finished, so she didn't need to know what I was doing.

I get up, wondering why she's knocking, but walking over to answer the door. But when I open it, it's not Enid. It was a tall boy whom I had never seen before.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I ask quickly, looking up at him.

"I'm Elijah, I was wondering if Enid is here." He holds his hand before him, but I refuse to shake it.

"She's working. Why do you want her?" I can feel myself starting to get protective.

"We're in the same science class and I didn't take notes. So I was wondering if I could copy hers to do my work." Elijah says.

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. Come back later." I tell him, and then I slam the door shut.

Weird ass kid.

To be honest, he doesn't seem like the type that Enid would be friends with. But whatever.

I can't stop thinking about him though, he's weird and gives me some odd vibes. I don't like him, I don't trust him.

Whatever.

My phone vibrates on my desk from the side of my room and I glance at the phone screen that lights up. Once it turns off, I trot over and look to see what it is.

Five new messages from my stalker...

I shake my head and turn my phone around so the screen is facing the wooden surface. I take a single step back from my desk before the door swings open. I whip around to find Enid standing there.

Her face is a light pink color, her hair is messy, and her clothes are dirty. To be so honest right now, she looks kind of hot. Especially with the cold expression on her face.

I guess working got the best of her and overworked her and shit. I wouldn't blame her, it was unusually busy in there today. She was running around and busting her ass off so...

I raise an eyebrow anyway, wondering what's going through her mind. But that's when she says something that leaves me speechless.

"Undress me, mia amore." She murmurs, the smallest, malicious smirk on her face.