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Ray's POV

"You're too slow." Grayson circles me, watching me as I bring down the wooden cane against the dummy's lower abdomen.

I huff, trying to get the stray pieces of hair away from my eyes as I straighten. It's been almost two hours of me training and him endlessly criticizing me.

"You know, a word or two of encouragement could help." I say, giving him a look. In return he rolls his eyes, stopping his circling and walking over to me.

"It's not that easy using these. They're heavy and one wrong move could twist your own wrist." He says, picking up the cane.

I watch as he stands a few feet away from the dummy, his grip on the cane loosening as he twirls it. In one swift motion, he spins, causing the weapon to smash against the head as he ducks and rams the end of it again into the dummy's stomach.

Well shit. A small part of me flares up in annoyance when I find myself impressed and attracted to how he attacked. And jealous.

He stands up from his crouch, walking over to me and putting the cane in my hands.

"That is how you attack with a cane." He says, and oddly his voice comes out in a breathy whisper, his forest captured eyes burning into my own.

For a moment, I forget to respond, too busy staring at him as his fingers graze my hand when I take the cane. And I become more still when I feel them ghosting over my wrists. But the moment passes quickly, and he pulls away as I mutter a low thanks.

"You can leave." He says, and I squint my eyes at his tone. I find myself being problematic as I reply in a bratty voice.

"What if I don't want to?" His eyes flicker away from the bottle he was opening to mine, and he raises an eyebrow.

"You don't want to leave? You'd rather stay here, with me?" He says, taking a swig from the bottle before closing it and throwing it onto his discarded jacket.

I shift, unsure of how to reply.

"Exactly. Go." He says, giving a smirk.

Oh, but I wasn't done yet. Unfortunately.

"Come on Gray. Isn't that what Ethan calls you? Are you too tired?" I taunt, rolling up the sleeves of my black shirt.

Grayson's eyes narrow, his mouth pressed into a firm line. I grin, happy that I got to him. But my grin is easily wiped off my face. He walks up to me, and darts out his hand. Within seconds I was turned around and locked in position as Grayson stood behind me, his hand enclosed around my throat and other arm tight around my torso.

"What the-" I'm cut off as he squeezes my throat, my eyes going wide. Fucking hell, is he trying to kill me? Then I feel something else. His other hand starts to slowly squeeze my waist.

"What are you doing?" It comes out as more as a gasp instead of question.

"Don't you want to train?" He growls, pushing me into his chest. And dear god help me, I feel something I wish I didn't.

A goddamn boner.

"You have..holy fuck." My eyes widen, and I hear the faintest of moans come from his mouth. And I can't help but admit that it's one of the hottest things I've ever heard. I feel him move behind me, his crotch pressed up against my butt as his grip on me tightens.

"Fuck, Grayson, stop." I say. I try moving, but he stops me from being able to.

"Move your hips." I don't know what else to do, so I do as he says. I don't think trying to fight back will work. And for sure trying to tell him to stop isn't gonna work either.

And as much as I hate to say this, I like it. Not him, though. But the fact that I gave him a boner. Something to brag about, duh. Yet I still can't believe that my..teacher(?) is grinding on me. Not something I would imagine happening ever in a million years.

"You still want to train? Because I can assure you it won't be the training you're thinking of." He says into my ear, pulling back and almost chuckling, almost. I flinch as his warm breath hits my neck. Wait. This motherfucker was pretending the whole time? Anger shoots through me, and I grit my teeth.

"You little-!" I twist and bring my elbow back to jab him in the stomach, but fail as he steps back and brings my legs out from under me. I fall onto my back, thankfully saved by the padding on the floor.

I open my eyes to see him standing over me with the slightest of grins. Glad to know he's having fun out of this. Not. I sit up and lean on my elbows, glaring at him. He leans down, putting a finger under my chin and lifting it.

"Don't call me Gray. Now go." He says, walking away. I scowl, getting up and dusting myself off before marching off into the hallway. I can't believe he pulled all that on me. I can't believe I wasn't disgusted by it. And, I don't know if it's just me, but I hear the faintest of chuckles coming from the room as I walk away. My anger fades, but I'm still irritated about the fact that he did that.

I let my mind drift off, silently making my way to the pod. Grayson, the note, Rose, Grayson, consume my thoughts.

"Ray." I look up to see Andrea with a frown on her face. What's with everyone frowning here?

I slow down, seeing that she was blocking my way to the pod. I honestly don't want to deal with anymore shit today.

"Hey Andrea." She gives no acknowledgment to my greeting, instead getting straight to the point.

"I know you have the note. To make things easier, you should hand it over to me." She says, and then extends her hand out to me as if expecting for me to give it to her.

Yeah, no. Finders keepers.

"Note?" I say, furrowing my eyebrows and looking at her quizzically. She huffs, rolling her eyes.

"Don't play dumb. I saw it in your room." She says, and turns around. Quickly, she scans herself and the door opens. What the hell?

"How do you have access to my room? Why were you there in the first place?" I ask, following her into the pod.

"I'm a figure of authority, of course I'm going to have access to your room." She snaps, ignoring my second question.

She looks around, and I spot the note peeking out from under the bed. Quickly, I cover it with my shoe.

"Listen, I don't know what you're talking about but I'm gonna need you to leave. I'm tired and I want to sleep." I say flatly, ignoring her glare.

"Fine. You should be more careful." She leaves, and I make a face. Who does this girl think she is telling me to be careful?

Before I can say anything, she walks out, the doors slamming shut behind her. I stand in silence before removing my clothes and collapsing onto the bed. I can deal with bitches later.

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