I was just watching every move he makes so that I know what he was doing. When he entered the bathroom, he threw the corgi plushie inside the washing machine and then the dryer after.  

I furrowed my brows because he was just focusing on what he is doing when he should be attacking me with names and harsh words instead! What is wrong with him? When the plushie was already dry, he exited the bathroom and walked into his bed. He placed it above his pillow as he went back to his luggage to find something again. 

Is he finding the one I threw earlier? 

Well, I guess that’s a yes.

He was looking at every corner like it was his life depending on it. I was more intrigued because what is he looking for? Well, I know where it is but what are those? I'm sure it's not illegal. Is he in pain now? 

I can't fall into his trap right now. 

As I studied him more, he was determined to find it. He was panting more and his eyes were on the verge of tears. 

He stopped at the center of the room and his eyes landed on me. Of course, I showed my bright face. I smirked at him. I can't let him win this time. 

"Where is it?" He asks in a calm way. 

I shrug and sip my coffee. 

"I asked you, where is it?" He repeats but this time, it was a bit louder. 

"The what?" I was about to sip my coffee again when he suddenly grabbed it away from me. I was thankful that it wasn't hot anymore but hey, I could get burnt from it. 

"Where is it?!" 

I still kept my phase and shrugged my shoulders like I don't know what he meant. 

I gave him a dull face and my eyes turned into the bathroom. He immediately turned away and got it where it went. It's in the bathroom. 

He looked at me once again and dashed off to the bathroom. I followed him. 

He crunches down where the trash bin is and looks for it. 

Ugh, that's disgusting. 

As I was leaning on the door frame, he was busy looking for it and I noticed that his shoulder was shaking. 

Is he crying? 

Nah, I won't buy it. 

"It's not in there," I said like I don't care and that he turned around at me in horror. I smirked, "I flushed it down the toilet," I added. 

His face turned into disbelief and he was on the verge of tears yet it didn't fall. I expected a slap or a smack on the face right now but it didn't. 

"Okay," he mumbled as he walked past me. 

What the heck? 

"Hey! What was that for?" I said as I followed him again before he went out the door. 

I needed to know why he was acting like this. 

So he's crying now?

He stopped and met me in my eyes, "you'll see," he gave me a devilish smile and I don't like it. 

He closed the door with a loud thug, leaving me alone in the room. What happened just now? Should I brace myself? 

Earlier he was crying and now, it looks like some bad spirits dominated him. 

What a bipolar. 

He didn't even scream at me for throwing his things in the bin. 

But what wonders me is, why is he looking for that medicine? Is that really important? He's not under maintenance, right? 

There are a lot of questions running through my mind. Spencer is such a mysterious guy. 

After he left the room, I sat on my bed thinking about where did he go this time. It's already late. I don't care where he will go but is he going to come back? Because if not, I will lock the door. He got keys, anyway. 

But a part of me is curious about him. He was on the verge of crying and now he is giving me signs that I should be careful in the future. 

I needed to figure it out but I don't know how. We are not friends and we will never be. He’s like a math problem that I don't know how to solve. 

As I look into the clock that was on the nightstand, it’s already getting late. I was about to grab my textbooks and then I remembered that we haven’t started the class yet. I grabbed my laptop and watch some movies instead. 

It’s getting late but I can't help to think where is Spencer. I shouldn’t care about him but I can't help it. Did I do way too far? Why am I thinking this? Especially, him? 

Don’t blame me but he is always crossing my mind if I don’t think about something. The scenario earlier isn’t getting out of my head. He was so sad and the eyes don’t lie. He may be giving me a small smirk before he left but hey, like I've said the eyes don’t lie! 

I’ll figure this out by myself tomorrow.