Infected

9: ☣A New Roommate☣

HOW he had managed to drag an unconscious girl through the streets of Westlands, alleyways and using a taxi, Derek had no idea.

He had never been more relieved when the door to his apartment swung open after which he hastily locked it shut before gently setting down the girl on his bed.

"Oh man," Derek whispered to himself, scratching his head and staring at the girl passed out on his bed, "what did I just get myself into?"

Approaching the girl, Derek tried to wake her for the umpteenth time by shaking her shoulder but it did not work. She still had her satchel which lay spread out over the bed

Derek then took out his phone, having run out of ideas.

"Hey, man, " he spoke, "I need your help, asap!"

Wait, you're not even at the movie shop?" Derek snapped, "uko wapi?"

Forget it! We'll talk about that later. My apartment. Now!"

It was a few minutes past four in the evening when Jim finally showed up.

"What took you so long?" Derek started, immediately locking the door after him.

"Okay, see . . ." Jim was saying before apparently losing his words, "there was this guy with weed-"

"Umm. . .Derek, " he found his words again, staring at the bed in the middle of the room, "why is there a girl sleeping on your bed?"

"She's not asleep. She's out cold."

"Dude!" Jim cut him off, his face breaking into a stupid grin, "I know I told you to get a life but I didn't think you could actually pull it off!"

"What? No. What are you-" Derek frowned, glaring at him.

"I can see why she 'passed out', Jim said, still grinning and actually air quoted the words, "and given her looks, I don't blame ya bro. "

"No! That's not-"

"How long has she been out? Looks like you two had a lot of fun!"

"We didn't-"

"Too late, man. You already broke the 'we don't kiss and tell' rule-"

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR TWO SECONDS!" Derek growled, finally losing his cool.

"What? I-"

"Jim," Derek raised a finger at him, "we-did-not-do-anything!"

Jim's grin faded away. "Then what is she doing in your apartment?"

"Well, I-"

"Oh no! Did you kidnap her?"

"What? No, you idiot!"

"Is she even alive?"

"Yes, she. . ." Derek swallowed, approaching the girl on his bed again and noticed how her chest slowly rose and fell, ". . .is. Yes, she is."

"So then lemme get this straight," Jim said, stroking his chin like the 'genius' he was, "so, you didn't bang her, didn't kidnap her and didn't kill her. Did I get all that right?"

"Yeah!"

"Then what the fuck is she doing in your apartment?"

"I would've already told you that if your mouth wasn't all over the place!"

"Fine, tell me."

Derek sighed, shaking his head. He then explained everything from since he left his store to go to Salute iWorld up to the present.

"A white lady?"

Derek nodded.

"In leather and having a gun?"