Declan’s POV
Daxton returned to our room after classes, he’d left before I woke up and man, I was bored being confined to this damn room all day with just my thoughts.
I sat up as he walked in, my classwork gripped in his hand, ‘thanks dude’ I said as I reached out for the papers before freezing as I caught sight of his face. ‘What the f**k happened to you?’ I demanded, ‘that prick, Francis, didn’t start with you, did he?’ I added as I started to stand up, ready to go and find the d**k.
Daxton dropped onto his bed with a grunt, ‘no, just some git at the club I went to last night’ he replied angrily, ‘he didn’t seem to understand the word no so I taught it too him.’
I covered my surprise, he hadn’t said he was going to a club last night, just disappeared out the door in jeans and a shir
