**** Alyssa ****
Tomorrow is the night. I briefly reconsidered my plan to leave. Something in my guts told me I should stay for this birthday dinner and hear what he, along with everybody else, has to say. Enzi's been a jerk, but I know there's more to it; after all, he's implied there's a reason. Not that anything should excuse mistreating me to the extent he has, but I'm curious nonetheless. What could he possibly claim as an excuse? More than that, he's been weirdly nice lately. And he's been staring at me, almost lovingly, definitely lustfully. What's up with that?
Frankly, it freaks me out to find myself drawn to him. The man is a mystery wrapped in a conundrum buried in an enigma with a steaming pile of crazy poop on top, and I just can't figure him out. I know there's something mo
