The Journalist

The Journalist (Chapter four)

Chapter four

Biting my lip I carefully replied with my fake name.

"Erin Walters."

"Well, what a way to meet somebody." He said laughing, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

I pulled my towel tighter.

"Oh, right you...dressed...I'll just... err leave." he stuttered profoundly, before shutting the door.

I sighed, this was just not happening to me. I took a deep breath before towel drying my hair, I flung on a track suit and dabbed my lips with carmex and plaited my hair. Walking back into the lounge I saw Drake at the door, his masculine figure blocked out who he was speaking to. I tip toed over and stood behind him.

"No I didn't order a family sized ham and pineapple pizza with diet coke and wedges."

I smiled.

"No, but I did."

I took the pizza box from the star struck pizza boy, handed him $25 and shut the door in his face.

I placed the box onto the table, and started stuffing the pizza into my mouth. Drake still stood at the door in disbelief, I slouched over the couch and sighed.

"God, this pizza is so good."

Drake raised his eyebrows.!"I hate to be a bother, but you're in my apartment."

"If I remember rightly, you barged in on me practically naked."

"If it's not my apartment, how did I get in?"

"Good question, but if this happens to be your room, how did I get in?"

We both looked at each other, thinking the same thing, I grabbed my pizza box and we both ran towards the door.

"First to reception gets the room." He challenged me.

"Hunny, running in bad man pants isn't going to get you far."

"Say's the girl with the pizza box."

Before he finished speaking I was at the end of the hallway. I stuck my tongue out and started to run down the flight of stairs - time for a sixth slice, I think.

*

My legs were now on the verge of giving way, I had only ran nine floors! Don't worry, only twelve left. It felt like i'd been running for a life time, suddenly a bright idea hit me when I saw the room service trolley. I dumped the now empty pizza box, stole a slice of strawberry cheese cake and put it into my mouth and ran into the room - the lady who was sitting inside screamed.

I ran right out onto the balcony, which was rather slippery no thanks to the rain. I lowered myself onto the balcony below, and again on the balcony below that. Sliding the patio doors open I ran right past a couple making out on the kitchen Island. I ran to the end of the corridor where the lift was situated.

I pounded on the button, jumped in and pressed the 9th floor, I will collapse if I run any more.

Ping.

I could feel stitch forming, well that just goes to show how fit I am. I continued running barefooted down the stairs my skin echoed every time it hit the stone.

-Floor eight.

-Floor seven.

-Floor six.

Take the lift.

-floor two.

This was it...floor one. The lights on the numbered buttons turned from orange to grey once the lift had passed them. Ground Floor! I didn't wait for the  doors to open to the full width. I slid my petite body through, and out the corner of my eye spotted Drake - who was panting while coming from the stair doors. Pausing for a second, we both eyed each other and ran for the desk. I looked back to see him smirking, and when I turned around I tripped and face planted the floor.