Chapter 9: The Bet *Intruder

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Chapter 7 *Intruder*

~Sophia

Opening my eyes, I rub the sleep from them. I almost panic when I notice I’m not in my room, but then I remember that I’m in Andre’s house.

I stretch my arms to pop the muscles in my body. It feels stiff, not that the bed is uncomfortable, but because it’s my first time to sleep in a bed besides my own. Looking at my alarm clock beside the bed I see that it’s already eight in the morning.

I feel so tired, last night was exhausting. Crying myself to sleep makes me sick.

I turn on my iPod and put my headphones on full volume. A Day To Remember’s You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance plays in. I know I shouldn’t put them on because there’s no more yelling but old habits die hard.

Remembering my promise to Driana to text her when I get here, I take my cell phone in the front pocket of my school bag. A lot of things happened yesterday so I forgot to text her.There are two new messages from her. I hope she’s not angry with me. The first one is:

I can’t still believe you’re living with Andre! And I’m sorry about Drake, it’s my fault he’s there with you :(

What did she meant by it’s my fault he’s there with you?

The second message was sent thirteen hours after the first one. A smile appears on my face as I read it.

Sophia! Are you still alive? Why aren’t you texting me back? I’m dying here!

Driana is like a sister to me. I’m glad I can count on her. I text her back, saying:

Don’t worry, I’m still breathing :) Talk to you soon!

I’m going to tell her these, face to face. I want to see her reaction. I put my cell phone down on the bed, and grab my toothbrush.

Singing Since You've Been Gone silently while walking towards the bathroom makes me feel normal, alive. I feel naked with my peach night gown that reached just below my thigh. My legs are exposed, I can’t help but shiver. Looking at the mirror is such a bad idea. My eyes are puffy and my nose is as red as Rudolph's. I’m glad I’m alone.

Turning my iPod off so that I can brush my teeth, I hear water dripping from a shower. My head snaps towards the sound, as my heart thumps in my chest.

Sure enough, someone is taking a bath.

“Oh My God,” I mutter as I step back.

How can I be stupid? Why haven’t I noticed that I am not alone here? Fortunately, the shower curtain is closed and it’s dark so I can’t see beneath it.

As I’m about to walk out of the room, the shower curtain moves. To my horror, it opens, making Drake's head comes into view. My heart leaps in my throat, making it hard to breathe.

Drake looks at me, color drains from his face.

“I . . I . . uh . .” I feel like an idiot, stuttering in front of him. Tearing away from his piercing gaze, I run to my room, my feet flailing beneath me.

Oh my oh my oh my oh my oh my. That’s the only coherent thought I have. When I enter my room, I sit on my bed, stunned.

“Oh my God,” I mutter. I haven’t seen anything, right? “Yes,” I say firmly. I haven’t seen anything. But why am I breathing so hard, as if I run in a marathon!

Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly, counting in my head. I lay on my bed, trying to erase Drake’s priceless face from my mind. I want to swallow, but there’s something stuck in my throat.

Suddenly, the door bursts open revealing Drake in his towel. Towel. He’s just wearing a towel!

Drake looks at me, his gaze lingering just below my neck. I fight the urge to cover my chest.

“What are you doing here?” I choke out, sitting up at the edge of my bed.

I try hard not to stare at his body. I put my eyes on his face instead, noticing that his wet hair looks good on him. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I tell myself to look anywhere, just not him. I try to swallow the lump in my throat again, to no avail.

I thought he will not speak; he just stands there, not feeling self conscious that’s he’s not wearing anything besides a towel that wraps on his waist. Please, let there be something beneath that.

“Why did you enter the bathroom while I was taking my shower?” he demands.

“I . . I didn’t know you were inside,” I explain.

“You didn’t know?” he asks incredulously.

”Why didn’t you lock the door while taking a shower?”

“Because I didn’t know someone would come.” And then something, like realization, hits him. “You wanted to see me naked.”

“Wh .. Wh .. What?!”

He grins at my stuttering.

My blood boils, fuming with rage. “How dare you accused me of something like that?!” I snap.

He opens his mouth, no doubt to defend himself, but I cut him off. “It’s not my problem you’re stupid enough to take a bath without locking the door!”

He mutters something under his breath. “I, uh.” He clears his throat, suddenly looking nervous and embarrassed. “Did you see something?”

That makes me startled, like my anger suddenly turns off with a switch. My face feels hot; I think it looks like a ripe tomato.

“I didn’t see anything,” I whisper, looking away from him.

“You sure?” he asks dubiously.

“Yes,” I stammer. Why am I talking like this? Drake might think I’ve seen him naked which is absolutely not true. That thought makes me squirm uncomfortably.

“Why didn’t you hear the water coming from the shower then?”

Why doesn’t he believe me? I have a feeling he’s enjoying this conversation.

“Because I was listening to music then,” I explain. “When I turn my iPod off, that’s just when I heard you.”

I duck my head in embarrassment. Those words sound like a pathetic lie in my hearing. Why am I sweating bullets?

Drake considers it for a moment and finally nods. I breathe a sigh of relief because he knows I’m telling the truth. He crosses his arms over his chest. I’m afraid the towel will fall off. He’s really an idiot. How can he enter a girl’s room with just a towel?

“You look so innocent,” he says, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Shut up!” I think I’m going to have a fever.

“Next time, knock before you come in,” he teases, a playful smile is starting to form on his lips.

There’s no next time, I thought. But I say, “Next time, lock the door.”

As Drake opens the door, he turns back to me. “Peach look goods on you,” he says matter-of-factly.

I watch him walk outside with a confused expression on my face.

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The song is Thick as Thieves by Dashboard Confessional.

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