Safe

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I woke up early the next morning, silently thanking my lucky stars that it was a Saturday. That meant that I didn't have to go to school, where I would have to completely ignore yesterday's events, and pretend to be perfectly fine. I was somewhat surprised to see how much closer to me Drake had moved in his sleep; he even had an arm draped over my side. I picked his arm up and dropped it on the bed next to me, and stood up. I was absolutely starving.

Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was a few minutes until eight in the morning. I tip toed out of the room and made my way into the kitchen. Hopefully there was something good to eat. Walking was uncomfortable- I was still very sore (especially in one specific area), and the bandages on my back were rubbing my sides.

I fumbled around for several minutes, looking through the fridge, pantry, and various cabinets. I also swallowed some more Tylenol before getting to work. It still ached, but thankfully the medicine kicked in quickly enough.

As I cooked, I caught myself often glancing behind me, worried that someone would be standing there. I could feel myself becoming more and more paranoid as the minutes ticked by. I felt a little silly, but I reminded myself that I had a perfect excuse to be worried. I used all of my energy to push it to the back of my mind, and focused on the food I was making. Thank goodness my dad had always been a fantastic chef! I smiled, remembering how he always insisted on teaching me how to cook things when I was younger. He'd have me do simple tasks, such as handing him the salt, or stirring something in a pot. It wasn't much, but the way he praised me made me feel like I was a huge help. Of course as I got older, he taught me more.

Finally, I was happy with what I'd made, and quickly cleaned up the mess I'd made. Then, I loaded eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes onto a tray. I also added condiments, napkins, and silverware.

I let myself back in Drake's room, and sat the tray of food down on his dark, wooden desk. He was still snoring, so I shook his shoulder.

"Drake? Can you please get up?" I asked; I didn't want to be annoying.

"Do I have to?"

"Um... Kinda? I have food." he opened one tired eye.

"What kind of food?"

"Breakfast stuff."

He sighed and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked over at the tray of food on his desk, then back at me.

"Looks good."

"Thanks," I replied awkwardly.

Drake didn't seem like he'd be moving soon, so I helped myself to some of the food, and sat with my legs crossed on the edge of his bed, with my back to him. Only after I was almost completely done eating did he get something himself.

"Damn, that's pretty good!" He grinned, exposing a mouthful of chewed food. I realized that this was the first time he'd smiled since I saw him. It looked... different.

"Thanks, my dad taught me."

He practically inhaled his eggs, and if I didn't know any better, I would've thought that his mom starved him.

"You want any more?" He asked, once again showing me the chewed up eggs in his mouth. Ew.

"Sure," I smiled, and ate the last pancake.

"Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

I grinned and continued eating. Suddenly, I felt something sticky sliding ever so slowly down my middle back. I froze, then turned to face Drake, who was struggling to contain his laughter.