Survival

Chapter Six

One moment I was have a spiritually healing experience, and the next I'm frantically trying to cover my completely exposed body from Drake who was admiring me from the doorway. 

"Dude what the fuck? Can't you knock?" I say furiously. 

"Sorry I usually just walk in. I forgot that there is more than one girl here now," he smirks. 

"Whatever just get out," I say embarrassed. 

He looks behind himself for a second and listens. Then turns back to me a says "Are you sure you want me to leave? There is nobody else up here, so no one would hear us." 

I stumble when he says this. I want to give in so bad, but I know I can't. Jason says that he's not a good guy, and I trust him, I think. And anyway, Drake is not the kind of guy that I want to be with, he only has one thing on his mind. 

"I really just want to be alone Drake," I say, not even convincing myself. 

He sighs and says "I don't believe you for a second, but you had a rough day so I don't want to push you too much. Have a nice shower." 

He winks at me and walks out. That was close. 

I finished my shower and tried to think of ways to keep myself busy so I could stop thinking about Drake seeing me naked. I decided to see if they needed any help preparing dinner. I dried my hair and put it into a messy bun after slipping on sweatpants and maroon T-shirt. 

As I got downstairs I saw Jason was waving me over toward a group of guys. I wanted to pretend I didn't see him, because Drake was in the group, but I didn't want to be rude. 

"Hey! I just wanted to introduce you to some of the other guys here," Jason said with a smile. 

I wasn't really in the mood to meet new people but I nodded and went along with it. 

He started with the guy to the left of him. His name was Cameron and he was sixteen. He had short brown hair with a narrow face. He seemed pretty quiet because all he did was wave to me. Next was josh, a twenty year old with a lot of acne. He shook my hand and told me that if I ever needed help with starting a fire he would be there. Jason said that he was a boy scout and Josh seemed very proud of that. After him I met Jesse, the bad boy. He had slicked back black hair, a beanie, a leather jacket, and a piercing on the right side on his bottom lip. He told me that he was nineteen years old and was in prison when the apocalypse started. I was curious why, but didn't ask.

I met a few more of the guys and then walked away to find something else to do. I really hoped that Drake wouldn't follow me, and he didn't.  Maybe he got the hint that I wasn't interested, or at least didn't want to be.

I checked in the kitchen to see if they needed any help, but they said they had it covered. I decided to go back up to my room and clean up a bit. I wanted to make the place feel like my own. I swept and cleaned the dust off of everything. I set up my very few belongings that I took from my house around the room. I had a few pictures of my family, knick knacks, some books, and my pillow and favorite blanket. I needed something that I could hug that would smell like home.

I sat on my bed for a while, admiring Drake's artwork. It gave the room a little more life, but it still felt so dull. The paint was all in blacks and dark grays. It was boring against the cement. It needed color, so I left the room to find some.

I asked around but nobody had any paint. I was getting hopeless. I walked into Terry's room in hopes that she would have what I was looking for, but of course she didn't. She had something even better.