Bidding everyone goodnight for the night I went to my room with a small crate waiting for me. I instinctively froze wonder what it could be. Cautiously approaching it to investigate, it had a badge on the front with a distinct thunder strike. Opening slowly it was a crate of filled with bottles that Officer Jun must have acquired for me.
Giving it a lift I was shocked it felt so easy to lift, despite being a small crate filled with 24 fully bottled drinks. Taking them inside and placing them on the ground I began getting ready for bed.
I sat down to get a spot of studying, reading more on the difference between Demons and Devils, and that how they are drastically different in this world. Demons live in a society where the strongest rule over the weak, whereas Devils live in some weird power hierarchy but for some reason are bound by some divine law to abide contracts.
Both are just as hard to kill, apparently both have a hierarchy of ranks and when they die, they simply reappear again in the layer of hell they originate from after a few hours but are one rank lower and weaker and thus work to get stronger again. They only truly die if they die at the lowest rank in the level of hell they originated from.
I tried ignoring the nagging thought in the back of my mind, the crate of bottles reminding me that I owe Travis a drink for saving my life, but utterly uninterested in dealing with him and his antics. With a big sigh, I finished reading the chapter, shutting off my lights and pulling over my covers I closed my eyes to sleep.
I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, that nagging feeling stopping me from sleeping despite the perfect temperature of the room and softness of the mattress and cover. "For F*ck sake stupid brain." I angrily forced myself up and put on a robe over my pyjamas.
Grabbing two bottles I angrily made my way out towards Paul's floor, The emptiness and darkened hallways made the whole building feel extremely eerie for the first time ever walking around this late at night. Arriving on the S-Rank floor I quietly made my way to Travis's room giving the door a knock and placed both bottles on the floor for him.
"Ohhh didn't expect you to come by so late." Travis's smiled oozing with confidence with a small grin like he had won something.
Picking up the bottles I handed them both towards completely uninterested, "Here, thank you for saving my life and the other one is from a friend who is a big fan of yours." I informed him with a stern look.
"What's with the demeanour? have I done something to you in the past? I think I would have remembered if someone as beautiful as you spent the night." He innocently smiled and walked into his room. "You can put them on the table," he said taking a seat on his sofa.
Angrily I walked in placing the bottles on the table in front of him, "Why not take a seat we'll crack them both and have a nice chat." He smiled like he's won a prize in a fair.
"No thanks, I'm not interested." I rejected his offer and placed both bottles on the table and began walking away.
"Honestly what have I done to you?" He questioned curiously.
"Nothing just I'm not interested in dealing with your type." I hissed at him.
"My type?" He questioned pretending to be shocked.
"The bad boy frat house type." I said to him and carried on making my way out the room.
"What is that?" He questioned sounding curious.
As I reached out to open the door it wouldn't open, with all my strength I tried to twist and pull the door open but it wouldn't budge. "Open this door." I instructed him angry at his shenanigans.
"How about I open the door once we've had a talk and a drink, I'm so interested in what I've done to receive such hostility." He smiled with a sly devilish grin.
"Fine once we've finished talking you'll let me out." I demanded.
"Your wish is my command princess." He smiled with arms open like an innocently accepting the demands bowing his head.
"And at least put a shirt on," I demanded angrily.
"Ohh sorry, apologies normally my guests don't have issues with me being topless." He said walking into another room to put on something.
"Will this do?" He walked out with a really tight t-shirt making him look hotter then he did without it.
"It's fine," I answered.
"So what's a Frat boy?" He questioned curiously taking a seat opposite to me and cracking open both the bottles sliding one to my side of the table.
"Childish annoying guys who think they are better than everyone else," I answered him making him fake a gesture as the words hurt him.
"What? I don't think I'm better than everyone else. I am better than most." He answered with another girn.
"Whatever," I answered uninterested in his games taking a big mouthful of the sweet yet bitter alcoholic beverage Officer Jun got us.
"So tell me, what's your relationship with Paul?" He questioned curiously.
"We're childhood friends," I answered him which was kinda a lie, we've only known each other since we were 16 but it truly felt like childhood friends.
"Nope that's not it." He grinned looking at me closely.
"We're good friends, we've known each other for a long time." I honestly answered.
"Nope that not quite it....." He carried on looking at me closely, "Ah, it must be ex-lovers." He grinned leaning back satisfied with his own answer. "Tell me who dumped who?" He grinned..
"Whatever." I neither confirming nor denying it but didn't want to play into his games.
"You're truly interesting, that would explain why he used the first pick of the school on you." He said to himself loud enough for me to hear. I ignored him taking a large gulp of the drink again not responding to him at all. "So what has he told you about me? How very low of 'the Great Dragon Slayer', to make a girl hate me so badly though I've done nothing wrong." He sighed.
"He didn't say anything." I hissed at him in anger coming to Pauls defence instantly.
"Ohh so you do talk." He ginned chuckling like I was played right into his game.
"I've dealt with your kind before and I'm uninterested in your games," I informed him trying to finish my drink quickly.
"My kind?" He replied but knew what I was talking about.
"Yes your kind, use girls and ditch them to the curb when you're done with them like a predator." I hissed at him.
"How does that make me a predator? I'm merely fulfilling their fantasies, I'm providing a service," me smirked confidently.
"Yeah at their expense," I growled feeling more vexed with each passing second.
"They know I'm not interested in anything long term, all the cards are on the table and they know it." He explained himself like he was completely innocent.
"Also spreading lies about Paul." I fumed coming to Paul's defence.
"Lies? He's the one too afraid to duel me." He replied utterly confident in himself like he stood a chance against him.
"He isn't! He's just can't be bothered to deal with your childish games." I defended Paul but in reality, I had no idea why Paul won't just destroy him and put him in his place.
"My point exactly, if he wanted couldn't he just quash all the rumours and lies by just defeating me, if he could." He replied as if it was a simple solution, one that even I couldn't refute.
"He's too busy doing more important things," I said still defending Paul with even fibre of my being.
"Well, that was a great talk, you're truly an interesting one." he smiled finish his drink and placing it on the table. "I'm gonna head to bed make yourself comfortable, I'll open the door in the morning." He said walking to his room.
"WHAT?!" I shouted in anger making him stop in his tracks. "You open this F*cking door right now!" I yelled at him.
"I said I'll open it after our drink, I didn't way when." He smiled.
"Screw you!" I walked dup to him slapping him across the face anger at. He didn't flinch at all, instead, my hand was wracked in pain like I slapped a brick wall was this his Titan physiology Paul described.
"You shouldn't do that you might hurt yourself." He smiled and walked into his room, leaving me with an extremely hurt hand.
"Where the hell do you expect me to sleep?!" I yelled banging at his door.
"There's a guest room on the other side," he yelled out from the door.
"If you think I'll sleep in your filthy ass bed that you spend all your time with women on, you got another thing coming!" I yelled still holding his hand wracked with pain.
"Ah, a girl of class, I like you." He smiled with his devious grin. "Don't worry anything that happens occurs in my bedroom, that room is completely clean, you have my word as a man." He replied.
"F*CKING ASS HOLE!" I kicked his door and went to try opening the front door again with no avail not even turning or budging slightly. "HELP!" I instinctively yelled banging the door screaming at the top of my lungs hoping Paul or Scarlet might hear.
"That won't work! just go to sleep already." He shouted back.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT WHY IM STUCK HERE!" I hissed in anger.
"Just get some rest already, you have my word no harm will come to you, nor will I lay a finger on you." He yelled back.
"STUPID FRAT BOY ASS HOLE!" I yelled before giving his door one last big boot and went into the room he offered me slamming the door as hard as I could.
It did look surprisingly clean and immaculate, like it's never been touched before, with no scent of cologne or perfume in the air.
I clicked my badge to see if anyone could help me but quickly turned it off dredging the thought of explaining myself to everyone, and how is all this crap even allowed? locking someone in their room. I didn't even bring my bag and wand either so I'm just stuck here utterly useless.
Reluctantly coming to the conclusion that I'm stuck here for the night I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep hoping that tomorrow morning would arrive sooner.