Violent Olive

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Miss Peregrine's POV

All of us are in the living room talking to each other. Except for Horace, I bet he has a wonderful dream. Just then we heard  running footstep towards us. It was Horace. He was catching his breath. "Miss Peregrine, can I talk to you please" he said still catching his breath. I nodded. "Alone" He added. I look at everyone and nodded to them, they then walk out. "Including you Millard" I said. Millard was fond of sneaking private conversation. Not only to me but all of us.

I gesture Horace to sat next to me, he then did. "What's wrong dear?" I asked. "Remember my dream about Olive" he said. I nodded. "I dreamt it again" he said seriously. I was shock and frozen. "But this time I know who did that to her" he added. "Who?" I asked. "Jean!" He said. I was shock Jean won't do that, yes maybe they both have a crush on Enoch but she can't do that. Olive is a kindhearted person. "Thanks for the information Horace now you may play" I said he then turn and walk. "Wait" I stop him and he face me. "Don't tell that to anyone" I said giving him death glare. He nodded and continue to walk.

Enoch's POV

Horace is talking to Miss Peregrine maybe its  about  something like his dream. But never this private. Weird. Horace just pass us I stop him and hold his shoulder. But he didn't turn to face me. "What did you say to Miss Peregrine?" I asked forcing him to tell me the truth. I can see Horace forcing himself not to tell me. And also he looks scared he looks funny,all of them looks funny when scared.

I feel a soft hand touch my shoulder. I look at my shoulder to see who. I automatically know who and its Olive because of her gloves that's why. "Don't scare him Enoch" she said politely. I put down my hand from Horace and Olive put her hands down from mine. I turn around to face her and furrowed my eyebrow. "What if I scare him" I said sarcastically. Idiot why did you said that you know she can burn you.

"Then I'll make you very very mad" she said smiling. "And how would you make me very mad huh" I smirk. She turn around and eyed Olivier. She then look at me with a smile. I raise one eyebrow. "Hey Olivier" she shouted. Olivier look at her and come closer. "What do you say if you'll come with me at the bookshop later" she offer. Why would she do that to me? Olivier has a big smile on his face.

My fist was clenching I wanted to punch his face. "Sure" Olivier reply and walk. "So!" Olive smirked. "Horace you may now play" she said. Horace run as if he was chased by wolves. "Why would you do that?" I asked. "If you ever scare anyone here I'll make you mad again" she said. "Fine, I will not scare them" I said rolling my eye. She smile. "Good, so let's finish you're doll" she offer we went to my room.

Olive's POV

We were in Enoch's room. He was making a Claire doll. He always make dolls of us. But not mine I guess. "Hey Enoch where's the doll for me?" I asked. "I hid it" he said. "Why?" I asked curiously. "I'll give it to you on a right time" he said. "But I can't wait" I said impatiently. "You have too" he smirk. "Fine" I said rolling my eyes.

<<<Time Skip>>> lunch was over

I remember what I said to Olivier so me and Olivier go to the bookshop. I just find another book and we immediately go back home. I was about to go to Enoch's room when Jean called me. "Can we talk" she asked. I nodded. We enter her room and she close the door. "Where's Enoch?" I asked. I have to make sure Enoch was safe. "His at the garden" she reply.

"Anyway what do you want?" I asked politely. "I just wanted to say that Enoch doesn't like you or even want you" she said proudly. The fire in my hand wants to burn her face. "I'm sorry I'm confuse" I said.  She laugh. "OK,what I mean is Enoch likes me or even loves me" she said. "So what's your point" I said with one eyebrow raise. "Enoch and I have a secrete relationship.... So if I were you,  you should leave this house, go out the world find another boy cause Enoch BELONGS TO ME!!!" she said. She run out and lock the door leaving me crying.

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