15. Polar opposites

Larissa Maynard

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I told him yes.

A part of me was still curious about Caspian and I wanted to see what his room looked like. Since I was already in his home, I might as well take a look.

Caspian was happy with my answer and there was a welcomed silence as we walked up the stairs to his room. On the way, Caspian revealed that there was an elevator and I glared at him for making me walk so many flights of stairs when I could just take the elevator.

“Thanks for the information.” My words were filled with sarcasm but Caspian barely cared as we came to a stop in front of a black door.

The door was password protected and I stared at him for an explanation. I’d seen that a lot of people lived in the house with him but were they untrustworthy? “I hate when people go in my room.” He revealed.

“You’re bringing me to your room.”

Caspian chuckled, typing in the pin; 2509. Most people used their birthdays as pins, but his birthday was in October, shortly after we met for the first time. I str