The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Joan's POV--

"I don't care!" I shouted angrily. "I want her here now, before she and Andy make anymore moves!"
I didn't actually expect Andy to come running to save the dim-witted girl, but I'd tried to keep a cool composure about it. I hadn't done nearly the amount of damage I'd wanted to. Oli stared off into space before finally talking. "He's been ignoring her lately. She'd unguarded, if that's whag you want. I'll go in there, take what I need, and leave. It's that simple, Joan." Oli said. But that wasn't right. I wanted this to be theatrical. Every time he looked at a girl, I wanted him to think of hoe he got Baylie tortured. "No." I said cooly, slowly looking up to face him.

"I want her to suffer."

--Baylie's POV-

With every maid Andy sent in I became more and more upset. If Andy didn't like me after all, then what was I doing here? I should be out of here, I should be home taking care of my mother, not fighting for the lost cause than maybe once might have been a relationship.

What was I thinking in the first place? He was married. To a sociopath, but a ring is a ring. Plus, he was a jerk. He had made this clear to me within the last few days. He was most definitely a jerk who didn't even deserve my time.

I got myself in hissy fits when I thought about him for too long, and then I had to sit and cool for a bit; like a kettle you set on the stove for so long it bubbled and fizzled and you had to take it from the fire until it settled. He made me angry, like the kettle, but eventually he turned me to steam and I was ruined for the whole day.

--Andy's POV--

I sat at my desk, my mind fuming. I had never been so frustrated over such a small thing. She was just a girl. Just another maid of the thousands. Another raindrop. Why was I so confused?

I need to protect her, Joan is still out there. She isn't my responsibility. I need to take care of her until she's better. I shouldn't care about her,

I threw my books off the desk in rage. What is wrong with me? Where is my composure? My control? What has gotten into me?

She had stabbed my veins like a snake burying it's teeth into it's prey, and she slithered into my veins and contorted my every which way. I was turning into her wooden doll, and it needs to end. It's time to become Andy again. My face reddened with anger and I flipped the remaining contents of the table onto the floor. I called up a maid.

--Celia's POV--

My caller necklace buzzed. Andy was calling me. I picked it up. "Hello?" I said quietly, folding the warm landry over my lap. I could hear his raspy breathing. "I want that girl out of my house..." He said, his breathing deep and heavy and desperate. "Now."

Notes

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