Rachel's P.O.V.

"I'll-I'll sleep on the chair."

"Excuse me? What did you say?" Rachel emphasized to Octavian. It was clear that his intention wasn't approved by her. Rachel had heard him perfectly the first time, even the movements that he did (like, gathering a pillow and a blanket in his arms and getting out of bed, for example) were enough to settle his statements. But she wanted him to take back what he said.

"I- um... I'll sleep on the chair-" Octavian repeated, mixing a little of shyness and confusion. "I thought-"

"Wow, and here I thought I heard different..." Rachel mocked him, shaking her head. "You know, Octavian? I was giving you the chance to take back your words, but apparently you're not smart enough with the girls yet... You sleep on the bed, I'll take the floor." She stated, not even waiting to hear for his reply, she took the things from his hands.

But Octavian had a strong hold on them.

"Rachel, I'm trying to be nice here..." He started. It was obvious to Rachel he had never found himself in an argument like this one, nor he had never argued with a stubborn redheaded like herself. "Isn't that right...?" At the end of the question, Rachel almost chastised herself for thinking how weak he was being. She shook her head and started to pull more from his things.

"Octavian, sweetheart..." She tried a different approach, a gentle one, though she noticed how he reacted to that change. It was as if he didn't know her. "Listen, you don't even have a day of recovering from those nasty wounds... Please, take the bed and I'll take the floor..." She insisted, gritting her teeth at one part, trying to make him agree with her.

"No." Rachel sighed and looked at him, serious. "I insist you take the bed-"

"Why? Give me one good reason why I should!" She didn't realize she was raising her voice. She hated chivalry with passion, not because it was something med shouldn't do, but because those things would never happen to her. She wasn't going to change her ways because she didn't know how she felt for him.

"Well, for starters..." Octavian sounded a little lost. How do you answer a question like that? Maybe he didn't have an answer or several of them and Rachel didn't like that. Meant too much, too quickly. With a hint of horror, she realized why the fight was taking place, but there was no point of turning back now. "You're a girl and if I want to be a better person the right thing-"

"Is for you to sleep there!" Rachel shouted at him. "Gods, Octavian, you almost die before! You didn't finish to process that or you're so damn stubborn and careless about your own damned life?!" The moment the words left her mouth, she knew this was gonna turn ugly. Octavian's look on her harden a little and she had to harden hers.

"You're talking about stubbornness? Maybe you should see yourself in the mirror before making accusations like that!"

"At least I'm some actor playing humble and weak just because I want to stay alive!"

First line was crossed.

"Excuse me if my instinct of survival is wrong for you! And what about you? You and your manipulation skills?! I can't believe I told you everything about me! So now you can go back to your silver spoon and plater life and talk and laugh about the miserable bad old me with your summer friends?!"

Second line was crossed.

"I can't even believe for a second I was about to consider us a possibility! It's obvious what you think about me, about what I do for the Greeks! How long until you killed me after we have the Books, uh?! Because that's what you are! A murderer!"

Third line was crossed.

No turning back now.

"Glad that I discovered your true feeling about me sooner than later, Oracle." The way Octavian spitted out her title made her scare. She didn't want this, but things had turned ugly and now, the truth was out. "If you're so concern about your safety, maybe you should return to your friends back in Long Island... After all, how long until my dagger is buried in your body?"

Rachel paled at his future 'prediction' about what could happen to her. She wanted to cry, she wanted to apologize, beg on her knees if necessary. But that would be wrong and couldn't have the desire effect.

"Men are always the same. How long in this relationship until you realized that I couldn't give you what you wanted...?" She finished saying, grabbing her stuff and walking out of the room. She slammed the door shut and walked to the clerk to see if she could rent another room. Right now, she didn't want to even be near him, as she was disgust with the things they said to each other.

Fortunately for her, the clerk did have another room for her to use. She took the key and went inside, before curling up in bed. She didn't know how to feel nor she wanted to make plans about her moves.

She just hoped everything was a bad dream...