𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓜𝓮

Chapter 12

𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟺𝟸 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙼𝙴
*:･ﾟ✧*:༶•┈┈୨ ☆ ୧┈┈•༶ *:✧*:･ﾟ

Being drunk was so funny. Aside from the few times I stumbled into walls as I walked towards the elevator, the world seemed so wobbly. I feel like I'm on the moon. It made me giggle as I pressed the elevator button, resting my back against the wall and taking another sip of the really heavy bottle in my hand. This thing tastes so weird, I want to figure out what exactly is it, this is probably why I can't stop drinking.

The last thing I remember was me patiently waiting for everyone to head to sleep after I told Kai that I'm going to bed and to tell everyone that we can talk tomorrow because I'm tired. I just wanted to be alone for one last time. Because I was not ready for whatever is waiting for me in the morning.

I got into the elevator when the door opened, narrowing my eyes to make up the floor I was supposed to go to. Where was I going again? I don't know, I just pressed them all. I'll just go to whatever floor my gut tells me is right. Your gut kind of sucks, you should seriously stop suggesting anything to yourself.

"Shut up," I groaned, holding my free hand to my head when the doors opened. I think I'm going somewhere. I'm so confused. I walked out anyway, finding myself in what looked like a maze. Are these walls moving or am I the one walking? Walking to where?

My room. Right. I'm going to my room. I sighed a heavy breath, holding myself upright the rest I could until I finally reached what I knew was my door and fumbled with the handle. It was locked. What the hell? I jiggled it again, frustration bubbling up as I struggled with the stubborn lock.

"Come on," I muttered, banging my fist lightly against the door. Did they seriously lock me out of my own room?

After a few more tries, and so many grunts of annoyance, the door swung open. My heart jumped in my throat, taking half a step back and looking up, being met with an awfully familiar face.

"What... what are you doing here?" I frowned, swaying a little as I tried to act like how I would when I'm drunk-less. Drunk-less. Is that even a word? "And why are you shirtless?"

I pointed at his I pointed at his bare chest, my finger wobbling slightly in the air. Atlas stood there, his hair mussed, all over the place but in one place at the same time. This man is so confusing even in his physical appearance. He wore a pair of loose grey sweatpants, his torso bare and showing the faint lines of his muscles in the dim hallway light.

"Because that's how I sleep?" He hesitated. I should look up at him again, at his face I mean. I really should because his chest was very distracting. He waved a hand in front of my face, making me blink and finally look up, seeing his... concerned face? "Are you okay?"

"Of course not, you're in my room," I pushed him aside, stumbling my way inside, the world swaying again, "go away."

"Your room?" He snapped from behind me, as I clamped my eyes shut, his voice ringing in my head to the point of pain. My head felt so light, so empty, so now his sharp voice echoed through the walls of it, a sharp surge of pain hitting me, "Jett, what— woah."

His arms suddenly were around me the moment my knees gave out underneath me, his hands gripping my waist to steady me as my free one went to his chest, groaning and resting my head on his shoulder as I waited to headache out, "are you drunk?"

At that, I scoffed and pushed myself off of him, stumbling back a tiny step when his hands fell from my waist, "one, yes, please don't snitch. Two, get out of my room—"