Re: Corey & Colt | Colt's Dorm
As everyone went their separate ways, Corey couldn't help the uneasy feeling that settled over her. She felt herself being torn between elation at finally having the chance to spend some time alone with Colt and fear at all the things that could go wrong with this plan. She didn't like not having Wess or Logan in her line of sight. If this game was really as dangerous as they said, she didn't want to take any chances. But this demon idea seemed like the best plan, at least according to the boys, so Corey was just going to have to trust them.
With herself still on edge from the fight and all the insanity, she didn't say much as Colt told her where his room was. A nod was all he got, accompanied by a shaky attempt at a smile. The hallways were still crowded with people, but Colt seemed to know his way pretty well. Nobody else stopped them to enact any dares either, which Corey was grateful for. Who knew what the demon would want if it actually had to stop something. "So there's like labrinyth catacombs in the school," she mused, looking around as she followed him. It was dark and musty, but sure enough they came out on the other side and Colt was able to unlock a door with his key.
As she followed him inside, Corey listened to him talk about the dorms with genuine interest. She couldn't wait to get her own room that she could decorate any way she wanted. They hadn't really had a conventional house in Africa. "I hope so, though I don't understand why they sort us into different specific dorms. Is this like Harry Potter?" Her attempt at humor was mainly to hide the unsettled feeling that separating had washed over her, but also because it would distract her from the way that Colt looked at her. And smiled. And how easy it would be to just run her hands through his hair. Just once.
"A t-shirt would be fabulous," she said, smiling gratefully at him. It was a bit of a blow to her ego for him to say he didn't want to look at her in the outfit a second longer. "What do you have to drink?" she asked, secretly hoping there was something alcoholic. It had been a hard day.