May sighed as the water cascaded down her body, caressing her every curve. This was exactly what she needed: a nice, long, warm shower. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Aside from the fact that she was still at Drew's apartment.
This was so ridiculous. If her mom knew about this, she'd already be in her crazy mode. Not to mention her dad. And her idiot genius brother; the kid was so freaking protective sometimes.
She leaned against the wall of the shower and sighed again. I hope that pervert doesn't try to get a peek at me, she thought, amused at herself for thinking of it. He seems slightly interested, but I shouldn't be conceited. He's probably just playing around with me for his own amusement. I should just stop thinking about him completely.
But he is kind of hot.
May nearly gagged. Where had that one come from?
It was true, though. When the rain had begun. And with his shirt revealing features of him that she had been dying to see...
Stop! Stop! she mentally screamed at herself.
The two of us are in his apartment. Alone. And he's being so amazingly nice. This is heading in a very interesting direction, don't you think?
"Stop," she groaned, and switched off the water. With a stubborn huff, she yanked the towel down, wrapping it around herself. Distract myself, I have to distract myself. Warily, she pushed open the shower door. No Drew. What was she expecting? That he'd be waiting outside, smirking?
She gave a relieved sigh and took a step onto the tiles, shivering slightly. Maybe it was the coldness of the tiles, maybe it was that her balance was off, but all of a sudden her foot twisted just as she was taking the next step, and she fell - hard - onto the floor.
A stifled groan issued from her mouth even as pain shot through her right ankle. Things just had to happen this way, didn't they? The hot guy, the rain, the shower, and then - inevitably - there would be the chance for the hot guy to act. Yes. An accident of some sort. In the bathroom. When she was nearly naked. It was almost as if she was part of some messed-up romantic fiction in which the author was practically dragging her toward the bed.
Within moments she could hear footsteps from outside the door. "Don't come in!" she shouted, trying to cover herself in case he actually did come in. "I'm... I'm fine!"
"Of course you are," came the patronizing voice. She blushed in fury as he continued. "Are you... decent?"
"No!" A silent scream as the pain returned. "Ow... argh..." she groaned, gritting her teeth. "Don't even think about coming in."
"I won't."
May bit her lip. This was going to be awkward. "Could you call someone for me?"
A slight hesitation. "Yes."
"Okay." She gave him the number and heard his footsteps recede.
With difficulty, she started to dry herself without moving her foot. Despite her efforts, more than once she had to clench her teeth and bear the pain in silence, albeit with a few stifled groans. When she had finally finished drying herself, she tried slipping into her clothes, starting with her top. At first it went smoothly, for the most part. However, the rest proved to be more challenging.
"Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow..."
"Are you sure you're okay?" came the voice through the door. Evidently he had already finished with his task.
"No, what do you think?" she spat sarcastically.
"Just asking."
It's odd, she thought, how he sounds almost offended.
Eventually she gave up on the rest of her clothing, hoping desperately that Drew would not get any ideas. Trying to cover herself as much as possible, she wrapped the towel around her waist and let it drape over her legs. She gathered the rest of her clothes in a bundle and hid the more private of her clothing inside. She blushed, even though she knew he couldn't see her. At least she was "decent", as Drew had put it. With a sigh of relief she called, "Done." The door opened slowly, and he entered, looking slightly amused. She gave him a tentative smile. "Sorry," she apologized, feeling slightly awkward and self-conscious. "This kind of thing just has to happen, doesn't it?"
"I guess so." He smirked back. Typical Drew. "Need help?"
"Um." She was sitting on the floor. "Could you help me up?"
"Sure."
He walked over and, trying not to move her too much, trying not to offend her, he slipped an arm behind her and supported her as she stood shakily. Slowly, she hobbled outside, leaning on him and hopping slightly on her good foot. He set her down - gently - on the couch, and fell onto the couch opposite of her again, eyeing her.
"I called your brother. He was... worried. And a bit scandalized. I told him that you're staying here tonight."
"I thought that you wanted a chance to walk me back," May said absently, prodding her ankle.
"Hah. Well, I'd much rather have you for the entire night. I'm not going to let you sleep tonight," with a hint of a smile.
May looked up at him from her ankle, which was starting to swell. "Stop being so suggestive; it's weird coming from you." Then a sigh. "I bet that Max is going to call me back any minute now, demanding to speak with me."
At that moment, the phone rang as if perfectly orchestrated.
"Speak of the devil." Drew stood and answered. "Hello?" Wincing, he held the phone away from his ear for a second. "Yeah. Just a second.
"Your brother, supposedly." He handed the phone to her, then with a grimace held his ear and mouthed the word Owww...
May took the phone. "Max?"
"Where. The freak. Are you?!" The boy's pubescent voice cracked. "It's raining and you've been gone for an hour and Mom and Dad are furious and apparently you're at some random guy's house, doing who knows what!"
"For your information, I have not been doing anything!" she yelled. "God! You're such an idiot!"
A long minute went by, during which the two exchanged profanities as only siblings could. Drew simply rolled his eyes, watching May bemusedly. After the minute, May said a bit more calmly, "It's Drew. The Coordinator. I just happened to meet him at the Pokemon Center, we were walking, and then we got caught in the rain. His place was close so we came here. Got it?"
"Oh. Really." She could hear a smug note in his voice. "The two of you were walking."
"Yes."
There was a short pause, during which May could swear that she could hear the wheels turning in his brain. Finally a sigh came from the other end. "All right. I won't say anything... suggestive... to Mom and Dad. I'll cover for you. But you owe me," he ended warningly.
"Fine. Nothing crazy, okay?" She hung up and sighed with relief.
"How's the situation?"
She gave Drew a suspicious glance. "He'll try not to alarm them."
"I see." He simply smiled. She didn't know why, but she blushed in response. Subconsciously she pulled the towel a little closer.
"What?" she muttered, avoiding his eyes.
"I was just thinking," he drawled, "that since your parents aren't going to be alarmed..." he stood and approached her, slow and calculating, "we could possibly have a very interesting time tonight." He loomed over her, one hand resting on the cushions beside her head.
May gave him a disgusted look. "You're sick."
"And perverted," he added.
"And completely insane." She looked away. "Just stop it. It's getting old."
"Just what exactly are you asking me to stop?" Drew sat beside her, watching her with his piercing eyes. May felt an involuntary shiver run the course of her body as his gaze raked over her. Slowly, he leaned closer, his mouth almost touching her ear. "What... do you want me to do?" he whispered.
"I want you to shut up, sit back down, and stop pretending to try to rape me."
May's eyes were smoldering. Drew pulled back, startled, then chuckled. "You are fun to play with, after all," he mused, half to himself.
"What are you talking about," she grumbled. To her dismay, she felt a blush creep up her face. "Just... just stay away from me."
He smirked. "Now, why does that sound more like 'I'm curious about what you're planning to do to me' than 'stay away'?"
"You're imagining things," she said flatly.
"I don't think so," he responded in a sing-song voice.
"Yes you are."
"I highly doubt that."
"Y-you're just being stupid again."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No." He leaned in close again, his arms caging her, nearly touching her as he kneeled beside her. Slowly, he lowered one hand to tug at the towel wrapped around her. She gave a strangled cry and pushed him away, panting with the exertion.
"S-stop!" May shrank from him. "Stop pretending."
"Pretending what?"
"That you want me."
She saw him frown slightly. "Why on earth would I be pretending that?"
"I don't know. But it's stupid. And I don't like you. At all."
Unconvincing words, Drew thought. "Oh, really?"
"Yes."
"Then would you believe me if I told you, right now, that you interest me very much?"
"No." She chewed nervously on the inside of her lip.
"Of course." He smiled his best patronizing smile. "Of course."
He moved away, not taking his green eyes off of her, smirking slightly as if he'd won, the bastard. He hadn't won. Never. He was playing his little mind games with her like a Meowth with a Rattata, and it chafed at her. Treating her like some airheaded child. She wasn't going to let him win her over. May glared at him as he retreated back into another room - presumably his - and closed the door.
Ho-oh, he was so arrogant. And... well... of course, she had to admit that he was good-looking; half the female population in the Pokemon world was hopelessly in love with him. May still topped him in Contests, though. After all, she had won the last two Grand Festivals. But he still acted as if he was a Festival winner. The bastard.
Yes, that was what he was. A low-down, dirty bastard. Likely as not, he was playing with her to increase his chances at the next contest. Play mind games with the weak little Coordinator and make her slip up in the middle of a round, was it? She'd show him. Bastard.
She fell sideways onto the cushions, sighing, carefully maneuvering her legs so that she didn't disturb her ankle. What a crazy day. First Drew, then his apartment, then a shower, then a twisted ankle. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. She had to be more careful. If she'd only stayed back at the Pokemon Center, if she'd just rejected his invitation to walk in the rain...
But I would have wondered what it would have been like.
"So true," she murmured to herself. "I would never have known that this would happen. And I would always wonder what might have happened. Curiosity killed the Meowth. Or rather my ankle."
May closed her eyes, forcing herself to relax, consciously letting go of all of the tension, the instinctive fear she had held when Drew had been there. He always did this to her, always teased her and challenged her and made her fear him so irrationally. He scared her, every single time. A sudden thought struck her, and she frowned. Why did she fear him? It wasn't like he was actually going to do anything to her, right? And he wasn't stupid enough to cause her any bodily harm. She had even beaten him in Contests before.
So why was it that every time she looked into those poison-green eyes that... that fear would pierce her heart like ice?
She shivered, remembering the first time they had met. The two of them had been ten, but Drew had already moved up through the lower ranks of Coordinators. He'd criticized her. Harshly. Eventually he had come to accept her superiority over him, but it had taken at least two years of training and battling and endless contests. Still, when all of the training paid off, it had felt so good to be recognized by him. It had been one of the rare times that he'd smiled at her. That night. Alone. Outside.
With the rose.
Yes, he'd always thrown roses at her. At first it had seemed a tad eccentric and maybe a little too feminine, but the rose had eventually become Drew's trademark. He almost always carried one with him, it seemed. And it did make him slightly... hotter.
Look at me; I'm turning into a fangirl now, she thought, disgusted. I should just stop. Yes, why don't I?
She sighed for the millionth time that day and turned on her side carefully, trying not to move her ankle. Her hair was still wet, dammit. But that was alright. It was too late to dry it anyways.
Her eyes closed, and consciousness left her.
