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I couldn't shake Grayson's weird attitude off my mind. One time he's inappropriate, another time he's rude, then nice, and just weird. It seemed as if he doesn't like attention, but at the same time he does.

Ugh, I just can't figure him out like I can everyone else.

I decided to take a shower to get things off my mind when I realized I was never shown to my room. Shit.

I walk around the corner and open the office doors, no Grayson.

I'm assuming both him and Ethan were in their rooms, so I take myself up the long staircase.

Oh my gosh. Why are there so many rooms? I look to my left, then my right, then my left again. If they hate each other so much, their bedrooms have to be on either side. I turn right, hoping to find Ethan. It felt wrong to open every door, however, I didn't want to sleep on the couch or use the wrong bathroom.

The sound of music entered my ears. Yes!

I followed the sound until it was loud enough to bring me to the exact room either Ethan or Grayson was in.
I knock on it and wait. No response.

You have to be kidding me. I just want to find my room and take a shower.

I take matters into my own hands and open the door.

The room was empty of people. Although the room was absolutely huge and had potential, it was messy.

"Snooping or something?" Grayson's voice sent shivers across my body.

"You scared me!" I scream and look at him.

A white towel was wrapped around his torso, dangerously low.

"Sorry, but to be fair, you are the one in my room." He argues with me, a small smile behind his words.

"I was just looking for someone to show me my room." I reply, tearing my eyes away from his chest and replacing them on his wet, drippy hair, then to his dark brown eyes.

"Ah, okay. Follow me."

He walks over to his bed and sits down.

"Uh..?"

"You're sleeping here. With me." He answers my confusion.

I remain silent and we just stare at each other. I knew he was kidding, he always does this. I've caught onto it now.

He raises his right eyebrow, and I copy him jokingly.
"Well I'm going to go find Ethan." I say out of the silence and make my way out of the room.

Before officially leaving, I turn my head as I was walking to say, "Thanks for not helping me! I really appreciate it," and blow a lackadaisical kiss in his direction.

I don't close the door, he and his lazy ass can do it himself.

I carry my legs over to the other side and find a door with light peeking out of the bottom. I knock on it and once again wait patiently.

Less than three seconds later, the door swings open to reveal someone new... not Ethan.

"Oh! Sorry, I thought this was Ethan's room." I apologize with embarrassment.

"Haha, no problem. Do you need something?"

"Me? No, I was just-"

"Looking for your room?" He butts in. I smile at him and nod. He laughs, showing his perfect smile.

"If you're wondering, I'm Cameron. I'm Ethan's friend, but I'm also kinda like their fixer dude." He tells me about himself.

"Fixer dude? Sounds so fun." I repeat him.

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