Without looking, she rushed into the nearest room and slammed the door shut.
Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps. One hand clutched her chest, the other braced on her knee as she bent forward, trying to calm her racing heart, completely unaware of the pair of blue-gray eyes watching her with amused curiosity from across the room.
When her breathing finally slowed, she stood upright and cautiously peeked and looked through the peephole to check if they were still there. A voice behind her made her freeze.
"I've officially come to the conclusion that you can't go a single day without getting into trouble, you little assassin." She spun around in pure shock to see Zayn.
He was leaning casually against the window, one foot on the wall, the other on the floor like he was posing for a magazine cover. His arms crossed, head tilted as he stared at her with amusement in his eyes.
"Now tell me," he said with a playful smirk on his face, "what the hell have you gotten yourself into this time, my dear assassin?"
"You!" she gasped. "What are you doing in here?"
Zayn raised an eyebrow, and his smirk widened into a grin. "I should be the one asking you that, Silvia… What are you doing here?"
She opened her mouth to speak, then she froze as her eyes swept across the room.
The room was sleek, dark, and tastefully designed in black and navy blue. A bed with silvery-blue sheets sat not too far from where Zayn stood. She could see a few dark paintings on the wall, a reading table, and a mini fridge to the right.
She blinked as realization dawned on her.
She was in a boy's room. His room!!