Bloodshot Eyes

With bloodshot eyes, Zayn stood in front of me. We were still in Beacon and it was now night. It had been only a few hours since he and Ashton were at each other’s throats.

I literally thought Zayn would have jumped on Ashton, but instead, he only walked out angrily. The mansion was huge so we were all given a room each. I was staying in mine until I heard a knock on the door.

“What do you want?” I asked Zayn and he sniffled. I could smell a strong stench of alcohol on him and as I stared at him, a tear slid down his left eye. He looked broken and sadness smeared his face.

“Can I come in?” He made no attempt to wipe the tear. “Please…”

I gulped and then I moved out of the way so he could walk in. When he was in, I closed the door and followed him. He sat on the bed and ran his hand through his hair.

“Zayn, what happened in there?” I referred to when we were in the room with Ashton a few hours earlier. “You and the council already agreed to merge with the Werewolf Territory, so what