𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖱𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖫𝖤

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒

We sat in silence for a few moments, then Nicholas spoke up.

"I need to take a quick shower." He said evenly. I looked over at him, a flash of uncertainty crossed my face. Since he was watching me wouldn't that mean I'd have to go in there with him? Not the shower but perhaps just the bathroom... The men's bathroom.

"But you're supposed to be keeping me prisoner." I said sarcastically. A single laugh captured his vocals. It was odd to see him laughing. Usually he's either sulking, angry, or on the verge of killing me.

"That I am. Good thing the guys don't mind when there's a lady in there." Nicholas said slyly. He got up from the bed and stretched his arms over his head, staring out the window with piercing blue eyes.

"But I mean you don't have to go." He added. I perked my head up. There's no way I'd pass up a chance to attend a sighting in the guys bathroom. Zachary may kill me for doing it, but at least I'll get a good laugh out of it.

"Oh no, I want to. Let's go." I said with a grin. I bounced up from the bed and eagerly followed Nicholas out of the room. He led me past the dormitories and down to the common room, which wasn't too busy.

Only a few students seemed to lurk in the common room. A boy and a girl laughing near the fire, and another girl was having a nap on one of the couches.

I followed Nicholas into the guys bathroom. Immediately I was slammed with hot air. The door closed behind me, and I followed him further into the bathroom.

He grabbed a towel form the racks and headed to the row of showers, stepping into an empty one. He closed the curtain behind him then turned on the water.

I sat on one of the benches near the sink, unpleased by the fact that no one was showering with the curtain open. It was quite disappointing really.

I was sitting with a frown on my face until I saw Draco Malfoy stepping out of one of the showers. He was wearing nothing but a white cotton towel, which was wrapped tightly at his v-line.

His blond hair was a mess, and dripping with water. I stared for a moment, watching closely. His stomach was lined with abs. I was in somewhat shock. I always thought of Draco just as a spoiled rich little kid who liked to make fun of others, and not so much on the buff side.

His head turned toward me, and immediately I averted my eyes. Perhaps stalking guys in the males bathroom isn't my strength. He hovered over one of the sinks, but I could feel his blue eyes staring at me.

I slowly turned my head back to him, cheeks growing a light shade of pink. "I remember you. You're that Greendale girl, huh? The one that can't choose which Riddle brother she wants." He said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and leaned onto the cold white tile. His smirk was awful. But he was right. I can't seem to choose which Riddle brother I want for myself, even though they all seem to want me.

"That's me." I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment with a light laugh. He turned and stared at himself in the mirror; as if admiring himself. I wasn't surprised. I've always thought of him as self-obsessed.

"Well, in my opinion, they all suck." He said firmly. I cocked my head slightly. He was one to talk about being a bad person. You either hate Draco, or tolerate him— and only a select few can tolerate his bitchiness.

"In my opinion you suck too." I replied. He snapped his head in my direction, raising an eyebrow with shock. But I said what I said. He has no place to talk about who's a bitch and who isn't one. He's about as bad as they come.

"Well I didn't ask for your opinion." He responded. I scoffed and shook my head. There's something seriously wrong with his head. He has no right to tell me all the Riddle brothers suck. Maybe he's right but that's for me to decide myself.