I had to walk at least 3 or 4 blocks until I reached my room. I would have gone to Lissa but I didn't want to spoil her evening with all my sad little stories that will just make her worried about me or stressed, or maybe possibly feel like she has to stay with me and ruin her plans with Christian. I walked slowly like a dead zombie to the bathroom to freshen up. But the Face in the reflection shocked the hell out of me. It took me a while to register that was actually my face. I examined her face; I still couldn't believe that was me. Clearly the girl had been crying, you could tell from her smudged eyeliner and mascara on her face. Her nose was bright red as if she had the case of the sniffles. Her hair was untidy and spazticated, The pretty red hair pins was all bunched up in different places, some falling, some caught in a knot and some not even visible. Returning back to reality, I stopped analysing my face and took the makeup remover and removed all the makeup off my face that Lissa had put on me earlier. I searched my wardrobe to find my comfy sweats and a tank top or camisole. It would have usually taken a second to find but because of my recent shopping trip with Lissa, my wardrobe was completely cramped and pact. After 10 minutes of searching. Hiding a the back of the wardrobe were my comfy sweats. I grabbed the red jumper hanging at the back of my door just in case it got chilly over the night.

On my way to the door, I tripped on something; next to my foot were a pile of useless junk and a couple of clothes I had forgotten to put in the laundry. Taking in account what I just tripped on, I decided to clean up a bit. I wouldn't have usually done this but I had to do something with my Saturday night other than mope about Adrian. I also had hours of Boredom to fill, this was a start. After an hour of tidying up and hovering I crashed into my bead ready for a Good night's sleep. Just on the verge of sleeping I heard a knock on the door. Perfect timing... Great, just what I needed. I groggily stood up and walked across the room to open the door.

It was Adrian, and to my surprise no girl or Girls were standing next to him. Was he here to gloat or something? Wasn't what he did to me enough already?

"Caimn I please...err...Coinnmm" I barely understood him, clearly he was still drunk from the party.

I couldn't exactly leave a royal alone, unsafe at night. Or could I? But anger washed away the pity I felt for him. With as much force I could get from my body transferring to my fists I pulled back my hand and let it snap fast and hard on his cheek, leaving a Scarlett red mark on its place. Amazed he was still standing he rubbed his jaw. But after a few seconds, he fainted right into my arms. I guess there goes the aftershock. Taken by surprise by his weight, I collapsed on the floor. I dragged him into my room with no choice. Man, he was heavy. I slapped his cheek lightly to see if he would gain consciousness, but still no sign on him regaining strength anytime soon. This was my entire fault. I didn't mean to make him faint; I just wanted my revenge for what he did to me. He never even bothered I bet, it never crossed his mind that what he had done would have had some kind of effect on me too. All he ever thinks about is himself. I lifted him onto my bed as because that was the place in my room with soft materiel too lean on. I went downstairs to one of the guardians to get some ice for Adrian's cheek. No way am I going to tell them he's in my bedroom, and it was my fault he got injured and hurt. I was too afraid of the consequences. I just made up some excuse that I had bumped my head against the door on the way in, clumsy me. But they must know me well enough to think I never am that clumsy, but I guess they didn't.

I ran up the corridor to go and nurse him. With the ice pack on my hand my right hand had become all numb. I quickly found a spare top I don't usually use and wrapped the ice pack with it. I dabbed the cloth steadily on his cheek to make the swelling go down. After a few minutes he opened his eyes.

"What am I doing here? What happened?" He asked as if he had just been in a coma.

"You got drunk and well, some stuff happened, and you went looking for me" I replied.

"Oh that sounds like me..." He slowly tried to stand up. I still had the ice pack against his cheek and his head on my lap.

"You shouldn't try to stand up yet, You might get a head rush" I said pressing his chest against the duvet.

"What's this on my cheek?" He asked, I quickly took off the cloth that laid on his head and cheek.

"Oh nothing, well you kind of got hurt and I was taking care of you"

"I got hurt, how? I don't remember anything".

"Long Story...wait, you don't remember anything? Nothing at all?"

"Nope, the last thing I remember was dancing with you and me expressing all my feelings to you" He answered. I stared at him, tried to look him in the eye if he was lying or not. I couldn't tell.

"You seriously don't remember anything?" I asked puzzled leaning in closer to check he wasn't lying.

"No, the last thing I remember was, I was about to lean closer to kiss you..." he observed me, with his hypnotic eyes. Then I suddenly I remembered I must have been an mm away from his face. I backed away, embarrassed, with red cheeks. But as I pulled away he tried to rest his back against the headboard. I sighed sharply.

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot it's too soon" he frowned.

"No, well..." I was lost for words.

"What, you want me to kiss you? He asked earnestly.

"You want me to lean in closer..."

Find out next chapter if Rose let's Adrian Kiss her...