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Chapter 7

Jem and Rosalyn followed Grey down some carpeted floors, the hallways all beige with trophy cases, pictures of students and faculty, and art drawn by students. The hallways were lit by a warm yellow provided by gold chandeliers. They walked across the entire school before climbing up some grand stairs, then appeared in the female dorms.

"Maya, you awake?" Grey asked as he knocked on the door. Door number 378, to be exact.

A dark-skinned girl opened the door. She had huge glasses and long dark hair. She was beautiful. Everyone Jem had seen today seemed to be pretty. He scowled as he felt a little inferior.

"It's after midnight, Grey. I was so close to falling asleep." Grey didn't reply. The girl, Maya, looked exhausted, and he couldn't even apologise.

"She's cute," Rosalyn said as she eyed Maya up and down. She then nodded and walked in. "Maya was it? Can I borrow some clothes that aren’t a dress? I won't get any of my s**t until tomorrow."

Maya turned around and pointed to her dresser. She then looked back at Grey. "Maya, meet Rosalyn, your new roommate. Rosalyn! That's Maya. Bye now." He still didn't apologise.

Grey walked away, and Jem blinked as he kept up with him. He was walking oddly quickly. Was he okay? Why was he running? An ex? "Let me see your sheet," Grey said, sticking his hand out.

"What were you talking about with those two?" Jem asked.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Nothing of importance." He was lying.

"You all know something."

"I know many things. May I see your sheet?" Jem was too tired to argue with him; he’d find him tomorrow and threaten him then. Good, he had a plan.

Grey stared into the distance, and Jem thought he was talking to his wolf. His hands were shaking. Was he scared? Angry? Jem was about to touch him, but he flinched away. He instantly retracted his hand away from him. No touching. Noted.

"Follow me," Grey said. He was so lost in thought that he would have bumped into a few poles and tripped over his feet if Jem hadn't grabbed his hood to pull him away.

It was the best Jem could do. Grey didn’t want to be touched, but Jem was sure he didn’t want a face full of poles either. Yes, Jem didn’t like him, but he wasn’t cruel enough for him to walk into a bar. As funny as that might have been. Jem paused. Well, now he regretted not letting Grey walk into one. The duo arrived at a room.

"Here we are." Room number 520. He had a key too. He went in, and Jem frowned.

He walked to the bed and face-planted into it. "What are you doing?" Jem said as he eyed Grey’s back.

"You're my new roommate,” he said, lifting his face off the duvet so that he could speak clearly.

"Wait, what?" Jem may have been panicking ever so slightly.

"Yes."

Fuck. Jem didn't want to be roommates with him. Yeah, he was hot. But he lied—a lot.

And Grey wasn't his emotional support shitheads like his siblings. Jem couldn’t do much without them. He wouldn’t let himself become attached to Grey when he lied so much. Not when he craved being able to trust someone, and how could you trust someone who had done nothing but lie from the moment you had met?

Jem then scoffed. This was him he was talking about. Of course, he would end up attached, even if he knew how much Grey lied. But he couldn’t. Grey would leave. He’d find his mate and leave him. And Jem knew he would never see his mate because of his actions.

Would it even work if he tried now? He knew it wouldn't. But it was worth trying.

’Wolf?‘ he said, and, as usual, there was no response. ‘Wolf? Please? Wake up. I'm sorry.’

Fuck. Jem closed the door and decided to faceplant into his bed.

Fuck. The one hot boy he didn't like was his roommate.

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