A Little Game

Part 4

Morning came in a blur. I was startled awake by the start of a shower. A mirror sat right near the door across from the bathroom. The door was open. From the bed I could see in. I saw him about to change and I quickly shook my head looking away. I didn't mind being paired with a boy, but out of everyone Brock. Couldn't it have been Jack. His name stirred in my head for a moment, Jack Khan. He was such a kind person, more than once offering to help me. He had black fluffy hair, captivating blue eyes and a gorgeous smile to top it all off, and was fit, I mean really fit. There was just one thing wrong with him, he was my brother Neville's best friend.

I yawned and stood up. I was still in my clothes from yesterday's trip which made me feel disgusted. And of course, the bathroom was occupied. I knocked on the door as politely as I could. "How much longer?" I called out. "Jesus, wait a little. My god. Does the princess need her washroom?" he replied hotly. I managed to keep my composure and just walked to get changed. It felt weird changing in the middle of the room so I waited a little. I unpacked my stuff and grabbed my essentials. I figured I might as well do it now but the moment my shirt came off the bathroom door opened and Brock stepped out. I yelped and dove behind the bed, crashing to the ground. I could hear him chuckle and then his footsteps got louder as he advanced towards me. I could see him as he walked around the bed to the left. Where I sat half naked. Of course I had my bra on but still. He looked down at me and smirked. I shreked and pulled my shirt in front of me. "Have some decency you creep" I screamed at him. He seemed to snap back to reality and stepped back, leaving a way for me to escape. I crawled past him and stood up, running to the bathroom. I ran in, slammed the door and turned on the shower. I got in but after a second I realized I didn't have my shampoo or anything. The hotel's stuff was sitting right there but I was too stubborn and wanted my own. Mortified, I yelled "Brock? Could you please grab my stuff? It's in the bag on the bed." I paused, waiting for a snappy comeback but it never came, had he left? But moments later the door clicked. And Brock walked in covering his eyes and holding my bag out. I grabbed it from his hands and he abruptly turned on his heel and walked out. I was shocked. Was he being.. Nice? "Thank you!" I managed out before the door closed. No response.