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Patricia's POV
I wake up at 5:32am, to be exact. I… don't know where I am. I look around, only to see Emma a few feet away from me. Oh, that's right – we didn't want to get 'Victor-ed' so we decided to stay down here.
"Emma! Emma!" I whisper, shaking her shoulder. Her eyes shot open. Wow, talk about light sleeping…
"Why? Why did you have to wake me up so early?" she says, closing her eyes.
"Look around, you idiot – we're still in the cellar!" I whisper-screamed. He jumped up this time.
"What do we do?" she asked.
"Uh… Let me think… maybe, we should go back?" I said sarcastically.
"Right…" she said, feeling dumb.
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At the breakfast table
"Patricia! Why do you look so tired?" Mara asked. Uhg, geek…
"Because I didn't get enough sleep last night, due to someone not switching off their bed-side lamp," I said, glancing at Emma. Thank GOODNESS I have an intelligent friend. She caught my message and played along.
"Trish, I already apologised five times – how many more times?" she says, winking slightly at me.
"Until I'm satisfied," I said 'coldly' and got up from the table.
Eddie's POV
Gosh, that girl – Patricia – she's soooo hot when she's turned on… We both act like we hate each other, but both know that deep down, we have romantic feelings for each other… Just to quickly remind you – I was a playboy back in America – big time playboy. But, when I saw Patricia, no other girl came across my mind. I saw her and only her.
"Dude!" I snap out of my daydream by Julian shouting at me.
"What?" I say, in a did-you-just-accuse-me tone.
"You spilled your bloody coffee on me! What the hell were you thinking?" he said, blood-red in the face. Instead of apologising, I burst out laughing.
"Sorry, mate," I said, trying to make a British impression. That got Julian rolling on the floor. Great.
Patricia's POV
"What are we going to do? The Hour of Glass is coming nearer and we have no frik'n clue how to stop it!" I whisper to Emma by her locker while she was getting her History books out.
"You tell me, Chosen One," she said teasingly.
"Emma, I'm bloody serious. We- WHAT THE HELL?" I finished with a scream as someone bumped into me, causing me to spill my coffee on myself. I turn around.
"S-so-sor-sorry Patricia," he said. Julian said. I was laughing on the inside. *Play time*
"WHY THE HELL WERE YOU ACTING LIKE A PRE-SCHOOLER?" I demand.
"I-I-I," he can't finish his sentence. I look down, only to see his pants get wet. Bloody wet – and not wet as in he's into me – wet as in SCARED of me! Ha, I laugh to myself and drag a giggling Emma behind me.
"Some show that was…" she said, still giggling. Eugh, I hate that word…
"Well, back to the point where we were before dork-face bumped into me – Tonight, we HAVE to go to the attic. Do you remember what the clue said yesterday?" I ask her. Hey – I don't have a good memory!
"Yea," she said, frowning and closing her eyes. "Where evil meets good shall be the place of a good," she said.
"Ugh… What the heck does that mean?" I question, irritated that half of the clues made ZERO sense to me.
"Um… I guess, where the evil meets good is where the good is safe?" she says.
"Emma, you practically put the clue into your own words! Not helping!" I said, frustrated.
"Well hello, ladies," I groan. A familiar voice – WAY too familiar for my liking. EDDIE…
"Well goodbye, Doofus," I say, before turning around. Eddie however, grabs my left arm. I felt... sparks? NO PATRICIA! SNAP OUT OF IT!
"What the hell do you want from me?" I say, desperate to get away from him.
"I," he began. Ugh, flirty tone. "Would like some help with my…" he trails off. I laugh. Emma takes this chance to leave us alone together, but ah – I'm too brainy for her.
"Uh… I uh… Gotta go to the bathroom," Em says, before turning around, only to have her arm snatched by me. I smirk at her.
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Emma's POV
Damn… My plan wasn't working… The day before yesterday, Eddie came up to me and asked if I knew how Trish felt about him. She would kill me if she found out, but I knew she really liked him… deeeeeeeeep down… So I told him that I'd try everything to get them together… But now, I've gotta be extra careful around her, or Patricia, being the dog she is, would sniff everything out. I sigh and sit down on my bed. I look across the room, only to see Patricia frowning at in deep thought. I walk up to her and sit next to her.
"Hey. Watcha thinking 'bout?" I asked playfully.
"Um… Emma… Maybe that saying in the clue… Maybe it's referring to Victor's office? I mean, he's evil, we're good –" before she can finish, I stare at her. Us? Good? LAUGHT OUT LOUD!
"Ug, you know what I mean – we are the 'good guys' in this situation…" she trails off. I giggle, but then my face falls. What if Victor's office really was the place that the clue was referring to?
"We don't have a name for our little club thing yet…" I mumble. Just then, an idea strikes me.
"SibunA!" I shout out.
"What?" she says, as if I'm speaking Spanish…
"We'll call ourselves SibunA!" I screech in joy.
"And it's supposed to mean…" she looks at me.
"Anubis backwards? SibunA? But with the capital 'A' because I just LOVE Pretty Little Liars…" I said, dreaming off.
Next Mission: To sneak into Victor's office and investigate
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