"Alright but I'm still checking," I say with a smile at him, while he shakes his head with a bigger smile. I give Harris a small hug before saying goodbye and driving back to my apartment.

"Alex, can I come in?" I ask knocking her door, she has been ill for a few days. She didn't come to class today and I'm getting worried about her.

Drake opens the door with his usual cold stone face but he looks tired.

"She is feeling better; it’s just a nasty bug." He tells me with a hand waving me into her room. She does look better, as she eats a sandwich, sitting in the middle of her bed. Alex room is covered in everything purple you could think of and she has always been like this. I smile as I sit on her purple bed sheets of her metal framed bed. She looks like a purple princess, as she leans back on big glittery purple cushions. She is wrapped in a bright purple dressing gown and the hood is up.

"How are you feeling?" I ask as she smiles at me and takes the hood down. She does look better; honestly, she looks better than usual. Her red hair looks shinier and her skin looks golden. I want to ask if she is wearing makeup because her eyelashes look longer and her lips look like she has on a pale lipstick.

"Better, sorry if I worried you." She picks up my hand and gives it a squeeze. Her eyes flash black for second before she looks at Drake at the door. When she looks back at me, they are normal brown colour. I must be seeing things.

"No problem," I say hugging her slightly before letting her finishing eating in peace.

Drake stands just out the door like he can't stand to leave her when I walk out.

"Thanks for looking after her." I say to him, trying to ignore the slight distasteful look he gives me.

"I will always look after her, you need not worry Winter." He says like he expects me to agree with him.

"You best do or I will hunt your ass down." I point a finger at him as he smirks at me. A low chuckle fills his mouth before he holds it in.

"I have no doubt." The bastard says while he is trying not to laugh.

My phone rings as Drake walks into Alex’s bedroom, and I go to my own to answer it.

"Hey," I answer; I really should start looking at who it is ringing me before I just swipe it open.

"It's me, training in about an hour? I have to do something tomorrow. So I can't do our usual day." Jaxson’s gruff voice says down the phone.

"That's fine; I was only finishing some grade work that I can do tomorrow instead," I tell him.

“Why don’t you just text?” I ask.