ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏғ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴠᴇʀʏ

Part 21

Waking up was strange for you, for one thing, you forgot where you were until you saw the drape doors blowing in front of you. You stare up at the ceiling for a long period of time, thinking about last night, you felt guilty, you hated how this kept happening between you and your friends, in your opinion, you weren't that gorgeous for these good looking human beings to fight over you.

You slowly got up and found a washroom with a fully functioning toilet, and sink, and freshened up.

The smell of something burning caught your attention and you quickly went outside to check. As you pushed the drape doors out of your way your eyes landed on Jonah, who was sitting on the stump from last night, still only wearing his boxers. You had a realization and you looked down and just like you thought, you were only wearing a bra and underwear.

You shivered and quickly scurried to Jonah's room, grabbing an extra blanket from the duffel bag. Under it was a box of condoms, you held your breath, trying not to laugh. He really did think he'd get laid last night?

"What's so funny?"

You turn around to see Jonah, leaning on a wooden post by his drape doors.

"Oh, nothing," you wrapped yourself in the blanket.

"You were laughing at my condoms, weren't you Y/N?" A huge smile appears on his face, making you snort. "Heyyyy.....," he approaches you and tickles your sides, you squirm and fall back onto his bed.

Jonah looks you up and down, licks his lips, and then scratches the back of his head saying, "Ummm....I got some fish from the lake, it's kinda burnt but it will do.....uh, if you want any, I'll be out there," he points behind him with his thumb and then slowly retreats from the room and back outside.

You get up and rewrap the blanket around you, heading outside, the burnt fish smell reappears, burning off your nose hairs.

"Oh my god, Jonah that stinks-," you cover your nose, and look outside, there's no one there.

You walk out and stand by the stump until you see someone front stroking in the lake, who else?

You approach the dock once again, and stand at the very end, watching as Jonah takes a breath, and then goes back under repeatedly.

"Hey, Jonah?" You yell.

He stops and treads in the water, "yes, Y/N?"

"Can I go get something real to eat, like berries or...?"

"Ya, ya, go ahead...," he waves you away and you nod and get up.

You wrap the blanket tighter around you and walk through the woods, looking for anything to actually eat.

"This was the stupidest idea, ever...," you mumble to yourself, the mulch under your feet poking your bare skin.

You analyzed trees and the way the branches curved above your head, almost covering the sky, the way the moss would only grow on the darkest and dampest spots of trees, how the little ants would march in one straight line, one after the other, like they were going on some grand mission. You pulled a piece of dead bark off a tree and scanned it, nature is remarkable.

You heard footsteps approaching you, and you hid behind the tree you were standing by, you didn't think it was Jonah because he would've approached from the opposite direction. So you held your breath, feeling your lungs become warm and heart pounding in your head.

"Boo...."

"AAAAHHHHHH," you fell down near the stump of the tree and turned towards the sound that had just blown into your ear.