As I'm washing up, Noelle walks into the room that I'm in. She sees me with my shirt off, I cover up as she stares in shock.
"Don't tell anyone." I snap. "Please leave."
"Sorry." She says as she walks out.
I think to myself, why am I so defensive when it comes to people seeing me without clothes. I push the question away, but it keeps crossing my mind. Why does this bother me? I simply have no answer, I guess I'm afraid someone will judge me on my physical attractiveness.
I finally walk out and find myself sad, even depressed. Not many people think of me as attractive. So I might as well be defensive of it. The lasting impression I give is 'perverted' or 'creepy'. I hate it, I wish I was more sophisticated.
I start to walk towards our group. I overhear them saying about a gas station and moving. I sneak around them as fast as possible, trying not to be seen. As soon as I get to the door, I grab the handle and I'm yanked back into a smaller room. I find myself in front of Noelle.
