I had slept all day - not answering for anyone. I know that I am supposed to follow my schedule but that seems a little tedious when life holds more problems than not attending a few training lessons.

One of those problems being Andrew Grey's son. I never want to leave my bed ever again.

Two knocks sound at the door and I sigh in relief, knowing that it's not Colton because he would have barged right in no matter what I was doing.

"Come in," I grumble and don't even bother looking at who it is as the door swings open, its hinges groaning. The delicious aroma of pizza fills the room and my stomach grumbles.

"Food delivery," Zach sings and my eyes snap open. Looking over my shoulder, I see Zach standing by the door with a box in his hand and two bottles of something I can't make out.

"You know me too well," I smile and he walks across the room and joins me on the bed, pizza in hand. I move over a little, giving him more space so that he can get comfortable. He hadn't come to my room - so either the dorms aren't as bad as they seem or he only did it to be polite.

"I figured we could have a movie night to stop you from sulking in your room," his smile lights up the room and immediately lifts my mood.

"Hey... I am not sulking," I say and cross my arms. He doesn't even know half of it. I wish I could tell him everything that is going on but the thing is... I don't even know myself. All I know is that my resentment for Colton is unchangeable and there is no reasoning with it.

"Well something has got you in a foul mood," he laughs. "But... I am here to help with that," he gestures to the two bottles of some kind of alcohol and his face lights up. "One for you and... one for me," he hands me the clear one which I can only think is vodka and he is holding a yellowy golden looking one. Whiskey.

"When did you start drinking whiskey?" I laugh. Zach is quite the drinker, which is more than I can say for myself. I've drunk a couple of times but never to the point where I've been drunk.

"By the looks of it just now," Zach unscrews the cap and takes a few gulps. I sit there, eyes wide and mouth opened in shock. Okay, I didn't know he was a downright alcoholic. "Your turn, kid," really? He hands me a bottle of vodka, tells me to down a bunch, but still calls me kid.

I unscrew the cap and hesitantly take a sip. It tastes like pure acid and burns my throat. I can only imagine the face I am pulling - pure disgust. But nonetheless, I take a few big gulps and the burning eventually stops.

"That's my girl," he laughs and I join him. We both take a slice of pizza each and cheers them before biting into it. It's practically stale but I would eat anything at this point. "Yeah sorry, it's a bit cold... I stole it all from the kitchen as it was past dinner. But... I found these magic potions stashed away," he gestures to the drinks and I laugh again.

***

"We... we need...to go get... my knife from the monster," I slur and Zach looks at me from where he laying on the floor with a confused face.

"Who's the monster?" he asks slowly. Everything spins a little and I know I have drunk far too much. We never even got around to watching a movie.

We've just been drinking and laughing at absolutely nothing.

"Colton of course... you know the gor...geous brown-haired, green-eyed god," how have I never noticed how sexy he is? Wow, he really is something else.

"The one... who stabbed you?" bingo!

"Yeah... he stole my knife so we need to go it get back...get it back," I explain and Zach nods likes he's answering some big question that will determine the rest of his life.

"Well let's... let's go bring it back," Zach stands and stumbles a little. I can't help but laugh at his clumsiness. This was such a bad idea.

"That my friend is the big... big problem. I have zero clues where or when his room is," I guess we're going on a hunt. A hunt in the wilderness for a wild Colton Grey.

"I do!" Zach says as excited as a child on Christmas day. How in the world does he know where Colton's room is? "I've been planning on killing... him for what he did so I have been watching him," that makes more sense. I'm glad I'm not the only one fantasising about murdering the guy.

"Lead the way... partner in crime," I laugh at our new nickname and Zach makes pretend gagging sounds from how corny it is. We both take another swig for liquid courage and open the door of my room to go get my dagger back.

***

"So which way?" we are at a corridor that splits both ways. It's fairly empty besides the few night shift people milling around doing god knows what. We are both fully aware that we look like complete morons but our intoxicated state takes all of our cares away.

"Um... this way?" he says it more like a question and I already know we are going to get lost tonight. "Yeah it's this way," he starts walking but is still looking in my direction not realising there is a wall right in front of him.

"Zach-" I squeak in warning but he already walks into the wall. We both burst into a fit of laughter and keep telling each other to be quiet. My stomach hurts from how much I am laughing. I am going to be sick if we carry on.

We finally calm down and begin our adventure down the long corridor that supposedly leads to Colton's bedroom.

After stumbling through the corridors for what felt like forever, we finally reach a black door that is, according to Zach, Colton's room.

"Colton?" I whisper and knock on the door. I get no response but that's probably because I whispered. "Coast clear?" I ask and Zach has to hold his hand over his mouth to stop him from laughing again. He nods and I slowly open the door. His room is all black, not a single inch of colour. Black walls, black carpet, black bed, just black everything.

It's beautiful but disturbing. This is definitely Colton's room.

"I'll keep a lookout," Zach whispers and I nod before closing the door.

If I was a knife where would I be? Well... if I was Colton and stole someone's knife, where would I put it? I go over to the dresser that is beside his bed and open the top drawer. His underwear drawer... how lovely. I make sure I don't move anything too much so he doesn't know that anyone has been in here. Not in this drawer.

I check every drawer but I can't find it anywhere.

I soon give up on being discreet and start rummaging through it all, desperate to find it.

"Hey... you done yet? 'Cause Colton may or may not be walking down the corridor right now," Zach says, his voice frantic.

"I can't find it," I whisper-shout and Zach quickly closes the door. I hear muffled voices and I look around hoping to find a door or a window to throw myself out of. The only thing I can do is run into his bathroom and hide.

I mean, it will take him a minute to know I'm in here so hopefully I can just make a run for it.

As soon as I am in the bathroom, I almost fall over from how slippery the floors are. It's then that I realise I am not wearing any shoes. I thought the carpet felt too soft against my feet.

I don't know if it's the anxiety or the alcohol but a wave of nausea hits me.

"No... no... no you can not be sick," I say to myself and try to think of anything but being sick. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Sick, sick, I'm gonna be sick. "No no you're not," I breathe.

***

"Rose!" Colton's voice shouts from the other side of the door and all of a sudden I don't feel sick anymore. I feel nothing but pure panic. He's going to kill me.

"Rose... Rose isn't here," as soon as the words leave my mouth I smack my forehead. What is wrong with me?

I pad over to the door and it takes me a bit longer than usual, but I unlock the door and open it. Colton looks beyond angry... actually I don't think I have ever seen him this angry before.

"Hey," I say awkwardly. Looking over to the door I notice Zach has gone. What a coward. He really left me here with Colton.

"What are you doing here?" he yells and I have to use everything in me to not laugh at him.

"I could ask you the same thing," I say and poke his chest.

His chest is like stone, I can only imagine what he looks like t-

"Are you drunk?" he asks and runs a hand over his face. I look at him as if he has slapped me.

"No... no, I am not," I profess and he meets my eyes - which I am sure are bloodshot. I try and give him my most convincing sober look but it doesn't seem to be convincing enough.

I hiccup and he looks like he has seen a ghost.

"I swear if you're sick in my room I will throw you out into the hallway," he says with such conviction that I'm surprised he hasn't thrown me out already. I place my hands on his chest and slide them down his stomach.

"What a gentleman," I roll my eyes and he grabs my wrists. "Ouch," his hold on my wrists is tight and even though he knows it's hurting, he doesn't stop. He pulls me with him as he turns on the shower. What does he think he is doing? He pushes me into the shower and closes the door. The freezing water falls onto me and I gasp at how cold it is.

My clothes are now soaked and so is my hair. I still don't understand what this is for.

"You need to sober up... you're even more of a pain in the ass drunk," I full-on glare into those beyond beautiful eyes of his that I wish I could rip from their sockets.

"I can hear you, dick," I have come to find that the word 'dick' is the best one to describe him. It just fits so well with his personality and everything about him.

"That was the point," he huffs and I roll my eyes again. My body is numb from the cold and I want to get out but he's still holding the door closed.

"Can you let me out?" the room spins a little, making me stumble slightly, but I recover quickly.

"Nope," he deadpans. He is so gorgeous but his personality ruins it all. He has no regard for others feelings and couldn't care less whether you lived or died. I wonder what made him like this? Did he have an awful childhood like me?

It must have been much worse because not even I am as messed up as him and my childhood was beyond unbearable.

After another five minutes, Colton finally lets me out and I stand in the middle of his bathroom dripping wet and freezing. Well, there is only one way to rid myself of both of those things. The liquid courage is in full swing as I take off my clothes, leaving me in only my underwear once again.

What is this, like the second time today?

***

I pick up all of my clothes and walk towards his bedroom door.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Colton steps in front of me, blocking me from the door. His eyes rake down my body, taking in every curve, every freckle, every inch of skin that is on show.

"Back... to my room," I state as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. It is, isn't it?

"Not like that you're not," he says and I wonder why I let him control me like this. I drop my clothes on the floor and slowly walk towards him.

I place my hands on his chest and his jaw tightens.

"Maybe I'll go naked... just for you," I say and try to bite back a laugh. Colton's face is etched with anger and it's hilarious. Of course, I am not going to but it's always fun seeing his reaction.

"Like hell you are," he growls... literally. "You're not leaving this room... it's the middle of the night, you're drunk and half-naked," really?

Thanks for the information because I didn't know that myself.

"You can't stop me from leaving," I cross my arms and the gesture accentuates my bust, pushing them up and his eyes immediately flick to my chest. I sigh and turn around, about to leave, when I feel him close behind me, then his arms wrap around my waist - stopping me in my tracks.

"I have exactly what you want though," he whispers in my ear.