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Мышь

Seriously though, that accent of yours...it's hot.<–

00:57 a.m

–> That's nice...I'm afraid your time is up.

00:58 a.m

...<–

Hello?<–

00:59 a.m

Message not sent, Мышь has blocked your number.

I stared down at my phone, a frown pulling at the corners of my lips as I bit my thumb. Our encounter was night was painfully brief. For Goodness's sake, I did not even get to bargain with them for the batteries they unfairly stole and scampered off like a little rat. Now they blocked my number mid conversation. The audacity!

"Ah, the might Fyodor in distress!" A theatrical voice chirped right beside my ear, too close for my liking.

"Gogol, I acknowledged, still not lifting my gaze from the phone in my hand. That peaked Nikolai's interest. Now all I could see was a big bundle of white as he leaned in even more to peer at my sms messages, the nosy bastard.

"Ahhh...heeded my advice, have you~?" He goaded, not bothering to hide the sudden blatant interest that sparked within him "How are they? Are they squeamish? Can I steal their stuff and sell it on—"

"I still don't know." I cut him off, continuing "They keep avoiding me like the bubonic plague. Now they blocked my number."

Nikolai went speechless, his jaw practically wide open before he began howling with laughter. This wasn't even that funny...well, okay. Maybe I would've laughed too if I were him, but still.

"Haah...I think I broke my ribs from laughing that hard," he wheezed, wiping a tear from the corners of his eye.

"Yeah yeah, laugh all you want. It won't be so funny if the shoe's on the other foot." I huffed, trying to cover the heat that crept up my neck.

"Oh, you poor, poor little thing," he crooned, twirling a strand of my hair between his bony fingers. I swatted at it. This guy really had no sense of personal boundaries, did he?

"Well, you know I do have their class schedules memorised, no?"

Oh, now that was what caught my attention. And he could tell, as he decided to elaborate further "we're both in the same class."

"And what you're implying is...?"

Nikolai grinned, the grin that suggested he was about to say either the most diabolical, or the most genius thing ever

"What I'm implying is, you break and chase them around until they stop avoiding you."

❝CHAPTERS❞

̊+· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Encounter.

̊+· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sneaking into class goes wrong. (You are here)

̊+· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Fedya's apology.