Today is Friday again and all I can say is that this week has been a drag. Elijah avoided me as much as possible after what happened on Monday night.

That means that now I have three weeks to kill him, and if I don't I am almost one hundred percent sure that Antonio will get someone else to do it. Someone who will not care whether his death is painful or not.

I fold my legs up on the chair, frowning at the thought of someone torturing him because I couldn't kill him. It sounds so messed up, but if I have to do this then I don't want it to hurt him.

I completely zone out of my lecture as I attempt to think of ways that won't hurt him. Maybe I can inject him when he is sleeping, so he won't even know.

After a while, the lecturer dismisses all of us, but I stay in my seat, even when the entire class has emptied. I really wish I didn't have to do this. No amount of money is worth it.

I know Antonio, and I know that if I don't do exactly what he wants, he will tip off the cops. He has proof of me killing someone, so I'll definitely go to jail. Either that or he will kill me himself. I'm good at what I do, but he is better.

My phone buzzes, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quickly pack up my stuff when I realise the time, not checking the text until I'm out the doors of the university.

Jamie, 5:33pm: Hey, we are chilling at Elijah's place and ordering pizza. You wanna come?

Bree, 5:40pm: Uhh, is Elijah cool with me being there?

Jamie, 5:41pm: He'll have to fight me if he isn't

I roll my eyes but a smile makes its way onto my face.

Bree, 5:41pm: A fly could beat you in a fight, but okay I'll be there

I drive home and climb into the shower. All I can think about, as the water slowly flows down my body, is that Elijah was naked in my shower. Elijah was naked in my bedroom, on my bed and on me.

The worst part is that I didn't mind it at all. A part of me even wanted him to tear my clothes off and—

I shake my head and splash water on my face, pushing away those thoughts.

Just earlier I was thinking about how I am going to kill him and now I am imagining myself sleeping with him. Really, Bree?

I finish in the shower then climb out and ruffle through my cupboards to find a cute outfit. I grab a cute red dress — my favorite colour — and pair it with black sneakers.

Once I'm relatively ready, I step out the apartment and climb into my car, then make my way to Elijah's house.

This is going to be my first time going to his house. I have gone to his parents house when we were best friends but now he lives in his own place.

Jamie sent me the address. I have a feeling that Elijah doesn't know I'm coming. I hope he won't get mad because I showed up. That would mean that all the effort I put into trying to be friends with him was for nothing.

Maybe it would be for the better, 'cause it would make it less painful to kill him.

I pull up outside Elijah's house and park behind someone else's car in the driveway.

His house is painted a blue-grey colour and looks quite normal. It's two stories high with a black roof and all the doors and window frames are painted white.

I walk in through the front door, which has been left unlocked, and the first thing I see is his lounge. There are dark brown sofas and a fireplace as well as a T.V. It looks really warm and inviting. To the left is the kitchen as well as a door that leads off somewhere and staircases that go to the second floor.

I open another door and find a group of people all messing around, playing pool and video games together.

My eyes scan the faces, but I don't recognise anyone. I look out the sliding door that leads to the garden, and see another group of people.

They're all standing around one table and I recognise Elijah's dark mop of hair, his back facing me.

I walk out and frown when I notice that there are lines of powder on the table. Elijah turns to me and smiles.

I see Jamie as well, and he comes over to greet me. "Hey, ninja girl!" he says and hugs me. I glance between Elijah and Jamie, both of them smiling at me.

"What's going on here? Are you guys doing coke?" I ask.

Jamie shakes his head. "No, it's CAT, not coke."

"You know it's highly addictive, can destroy nerves and tissue, and cause paranoia?" I ask. "I didn't know this is what you meant when you guys said chilling at Elijah's house."

"You're such a nerd." Elijah chuckles. "Don't worry, J and I don't do CAT or any drugs, but it's my house so I want to supervise and make sure they stay outside. I don't want drugs in my house."

"So you're just letting them ruin their lives?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "They're your friends."

Jamie sighs and throws an arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. "It's complicated. They don't listen when we try to stop them. It's an addiction and once they start it's almost impossible to stop, unless they actually want help."

Elijah nods in agreement just as the doorbell rings. Jamie sprints to the front door as if his life depends on it.

"Did his girlfriend arrive?" I ask. That would be sort of cute.

"Pizza," Elijah replies.

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