Serena's Pov

Man, after that last class I was zoned out. I finally snapped back to reality and saw everyone else packing up and leaving. I quickly grabbed my stuff, but then I accidentally bumped into a couple of students on my way out. I swear, I felt my wig shift a bit and had to slyly readjust it before it fell off. Ugh, I can't stand dealing with this wig sometimes.

After class, I headed home and jumped in the shower. It's like instant relaxation for me.

So, I dashed to my room to switch up my clothes, and when I hit the hall, there was Mike, chilling on the sofa, glued to the football game. What the heck? Why's he here so early today? Ah, forget it, I'll grill him about that later. Dang, I'm running late! I quickly let Mike know I was off to work to grab my paycheck and that I'd swing by to sort out his school fees on my way back. Gotta hustle!

So, I left the house this morning, all ready to make the trek to my workplace. It's a bit of a hike, but I don't mind the walk—it's a good way to clear my head before diving into the day. After about half an hour, I finally made it to the coffee shop. This place is a gem, and it's owned by Mr. Wells, who's just a fantastic guy. 

He's been running this joint for years, and he's in his 60s now. The name of the place is pretty straightforward: The Koffee Shop. Mr. Wells is one of those people who just radiates warmth and kindness. He treats all of us workers like we're his own kids, always looking out for us. 

"Hi, Mr. Wells, how are you?" I greeted him with a polite smile as I walked in. 

"Serena, dear, are you here to collect your salary?" he asked in his usual, polite manner. "Yes, Mr. Wells," I replied. After grabbing my pay, I made a run for Mike's school to take care of his fees. Once that was sorted, I started the journey back home, as I was walking home, the wind started picking up like crazy. I could feel it tugging at my jacket and messing up my wig.

'Shit stupid wig!!! Can't stay in one place. It nearly flew away.'

As soon as I walked into the house, I chucked my wig. "I just can't deal with it anymore," I grumbled. "If you can't handle it, then don't wear it," Mike said, popping out of his room.

'Not wear? Won't it create a problem' I thought while biting my lips.

'Don't remove it' - Heart

'Remove it'- Brain

'What if you are found out??' - Heart

I felt a shiver run down my back.

"Hey, it's totally cool if you don't want to wear it," Mike said casually. "I mean, you did say you don't have friends, so who's gonna know, right? You can just tell people at the café that you bleached your hair and this is how it naturally looks. Sometimes I can't even recognize you, so it's all good. Your makeup skills are killer anyway, so chill." I was totally taken aback by his nonchalant response.

"But"- he cut me off

"Don't worry, I am not lying... it's true... if you don't believe me, you can ask Katherine about it. "

I bite my lips and smile looking at Mike and whisper "I believed you, Mike"

'Thanks, you Mike.'

It's so weird. Like, he's clueless about everything, but somehow he still manages to figure out what I'm thinking. It's like he's got some kind of mind-reading superpower or something. I don't know how he does it, but it's kinda freaky and cool at the same time.

"So, how was your day earlier today?"

" On my way to school, I started feeling unwell, so I turned back."

 "Are you okay?" I asked, feeling a bit worried. 

"Yeah, just a stomach ache," he reply. I breathed a sigh of relief. After our chat, I headed to my room and hit the books for a few hours, then went downstairs to whip up some dinner for myself and Mike. Once we finished eating, we both retreated to our respective rooms. As I was about to hop into bed, I caught sight of my wig. "Finally getting rid of you..." I muttered as I tossed it aside and flopped onto the bed.