Saint valued privacy, but Baby valued the complete opposite. He could see a few of his teammates hanging around the apartment, drinking and dancing with girls.
Baby had made perfect use of his Captain status and social influence; hosting a party, full of Westbridge teammates (who hated Saint) and "International and national" girls (who worship him), a weapon set to destroy Saint.
"Whoa! Opps! Watch your step, handsome. Do you want to have sex with me?" A drunk girl in a short, purple gown stumbled into Saint's chest, her hands instantly feeling him up.
"No, go home," Saint gently pushed her away and strode farther into the living room.
"You're no fun!" The girl shouted after Saint.
He ignored her and marched past the drunk and grinding bodies with the grace of a king, his face never giving away his emotions.
He would never allow Baby or his goons to see him affected by their immature games.
He just needed to find the mastermind behind this madness and put an end to it all.
This wasn't a welcome party. This was a strategic retaliation to publicly embarrass and evoke a violent reaction from him.
The goal was to provoke Saint into losing his composure in a way that can be blamed on him or to make him so miserable that he asks to be moved.
Saint spotted Cam, who was busy locking lips with some random girl beside the bar counter and immediately walked up to him and tore them apart.
"Hey, fucker, are you crazy?" Cam pointed to his head, his feet unsteady as he glared up at Saint.
"Baby, where is he?" He asked, controlling his rising anger.
Cam raised his hand and gave Saint the middle finger, "Like I would tell you." He leaned in and burped in Saint's face and before dragging the giggling girl away.
Saint was seething, his chest heaving as he drew in deep breaths to calm his irritated nerves.
He stood beside the bar and looked around him. Loud music, drunk students, unnecessary exposure.
This was enough to get him blacklisted from the academy if neighbours dared to call the school and report.
He had just returned from the library and thought he would have a quiet night before he woke up for early morning practice. But, Baby seemed to have other plans for him, and time, he'd gone so far.
He needed to put an end to it immediately.
He was just about to move when a hand held his shoulder from behind, pausing his steps.
"Captain! I've been looking all over for you!" Rode shouted behind him, his hand not leaving his shoulder.
Saint clenched his jaw and turned, locking his angry eyes on Rode's face, "Get your hands off of me –"
"Or what? You're gonna punch me? Go ahead, the cameras are watching, you can kiss your THC Academy goodbye," Rode grinned, sipping his drink from his red, plastic cup.
Saint balled his fists beside him, his eyes portraying a raging storm within him.
"Where is Baby," he asked calmly, ignoring Rode's taunts.
Rode chuckled, "He's somewhere, away from your lame ass, Captain. How about you cease being an ungrateful bastard and enjoy the party... it's your party," he winked and suddenly stumbled on his feet and mistakenly(Not mistakenly) poured his beer on Saint's hoodie.
"Oh no!" Rode gasped as he watched Saint's face darken, "What are you gonna do now, loser? Cry to your mama?" He smirked and winked at Saint before he slowly walked away.
Saint stared at his soaked hoodie and felt something snap inside him. He lifted his face and looked at everyone, tuning out the loud noise and simply looking at them. Strangers, they were strangers, in his apartment, sitting on his sofa and using his things.
He had one focus: to find Baby.
With purpose, he marched toward Baby's room. However, he paused when he saw that his room which had been perfectly locked when he left in the morning was now slightly opened with light filtering out from the cracked door.
Without wasting a second, he turned to his door and pulled it open and that was when he truly snapped.
On his bed were two girls making out with each other while two guys stood at the foot of the bed recording them with their phones.
"Get out, now," Saint's voice was low, unhurried, and more dangerous than any shout would've been.
They turned to him, the girls sending him inviting looks and the guys chuckling as they kept their cameras rolling.
One of the guys lowered his phone and faced Saint, "Chill, man, let the ladies have some fun. We don't mind if you join us later –"
"Out, now," The chill in Saint's voice turned the room icy, his dark, stormy aura dominating the whole place and sending chills down their spine.
"Ugh, what a bummer," The second guy muttered, not meeting Saint's gaze, "Come on, guys, let's get out of here." He said to the girls, who scrambled out of the bed when they saw that Saint wasn't smiling.
Saint stood at the door as the group approached him, his angry eyes fixed on the guys.
"Um, excuse us... We need to find somewhere fun?" One of the girls scoffed, folding her arms.
"Baby, where is he?" He asked, his voice leaving no room for arguments and commanding the truth.
"Geesh, so boring. He's out on the balcony with his latest girlfriend," the second girl replied.
Saint stepped out of their way, his hands tightening around his door handle as he smelled the strong alcohol oozing from their body.
"You're missing," the second girl winked at Siant before walking out of his room.
He closed his door, locking it before he turned and headed straight to the balcony. He walked across the living room and pushed away a guy leaning against the sliding door with pure rage and slid the door open.
Finally, he saw the object of his misery.
Baby had just shived a willing girl to her knees, his hands urgently working to unzip his pants when he suddenly heard the door sliding open and in walked Saint, all brooding and dark... like always.
"Ah, Kross, you're welcome to watch... I'll teach you a thing or two about being a ladys' man –"
"Leave us," Siant's stealthy voice commanded, his eyes never leaving Baby's face.