We finished, and it was time to go home. I fell asleep in the car, feeling exhausted. Did I have my luggages in the trunk? I think I do. Ah, perfect dreamland.
Keijon shook me awake, being the 'gentleman' he was. I opened my eyes, and he got out of the car. I walked over to him, he was at the trunk. He shoved my luggages at me. "Here, Girly. Your luggages."
I pouted and gave him a glare. "Thanks, you jerk."
He gave me a smirk. "Whatever you say."
My eyes widened as my hatred for him deepened. I hate him, but why can't I just say so? What is this stupid feeling?
"Are you coming or not?" There was agitation in his voice.
"Alright, idiot-jerk-head, I'm coming, I'm coming." I walked over to him with the luggages in my hands.
He seemed amused and wanted to continue playing with me, but he went into the house. "Welcome, to my mansion."
Wait, what? His mansion? I thought Team Z owned this! I looked around, interested with everything. Starting with decor, furniture, and such.
"Now, now. Your room will be downstair, by the master's room."
I looked at him, hoping to get the master's room.
He shook his head, meaning no. He showed me my room, which had a seperate bath. He then went into his room, and left me in this room. It was an elegant room. It had a flat screen tv, a bed with a canopy, two classy, oak nightstands, and...it was just...wow. Like feminine touch. Really.