Infected

Chapter 15 .~ Prick Waffle.

»»Stephen««

Through the mist of my groggy-ness, I heard a slight click, and the next thing I knew, a sharp pain shot between my shoulder blades, and I couldn't find the ability to breath. My eyes snapped open only to find myself hanging out of the Station Wagon, laying on my back. Meanwhile, Lila was laughing, hanging onto the side of the trunk, left hand holding her up and her right accompanying her stomach as she tried to control her laughter.

"Hel...p me!" I coughed out. Lila shook her head no and fell on the ground laughing.

"I am so... glad that happened!" she bursted out in excitement. I sat up slightly and moved my legs out of the car and onto the ground.

"What the hell, man?" I asked, standing myself up and hanging onto the vehicle door for support.

"I'm not even sorry." she said between bursts of laughter.

"Whatever." I said, dusting the dirt off the sides of my shirt. She finally stopped laughing and watched me as I foolishly tried to get all the dirt off the side of my shirt.

"Come here, you blonde." she said, as she walked over to me. She turned me around and began to dust my back off. After she was done, I turned around to find her smiling at me. You sure are cute for being so cruel. I furrowed my eyebrows at her, trying to figure out why she was smiling. "Stephen, you're fun to mess with." she informed me.

"Good to be of entertainment." I sarcastically remarked, trying to stay firmly angry. It was hard to stay mad at her when she was smiling at me. I could feel it as my face began to blush. I smiled back, hoping it would draw the attention away from my cheeks. "We should probably go check on the rest of the group." I suggested, trying to change the subject.

"Except for... the bitch." she said, starting to walk back towards the hotel. I followed behind her in silence, checking my surroundings. My eyes began to wander, until they landed on nothing other than the back pockets of Lila's skinny jeans. When I realized what I was looking at, I instantly looked away. Not able to help myself, I took a quick second glance. Then I looked at the sky, we must have slept until noon at the least. It was good to finally get some sleep.

Lila walked up to the glass door, opening it and walking towards the staircase. I randomly looked over, and caught the desk clerk checking Lila out as she approached the staircase. What the hell?

"Hey!" I yelled at him, turning to walk towards him. He quickly averted his attention towards the paper on his desk.

"Yes, sir? How can I help you?" he asked, forcing the polite tone.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, you pervert!" I raged at him as I approached the desk.

"Stephen! What are you doing?" Lila asked, unaware of what happened.

"What do you mean, sir?" he asked, pretending to be confused. I slammed my hand on the desk.

"You know exactly what I mean!" I yelled, causing him to back away.

"Sir, please keep your voice down." he whispered, trying not to let Lila hear.

"It's a zombie apocalypse. I could get rid of you and no one would notice, nevertheless care. Keep your eyes and everything else to yourself." I threatened, keeping my eyes on his terrified look as I walked towards Lila. I started up the stairs, and she followed me.

"What was that about?" she asked impatiently.

"He was checking you out. This place is weird." I told her.