Bang and Burn 2: Compromised {Dreamnotfound}

Chapter 12

TW: Mentions of underage drinking!

Dylan left dinner with the others early, feeling exhausted from everything that had happened. He had refused to eat Alexis's pizza, which he didn't mind. Alexis didn't eat much of it either. He took a bite then made himself a sandwich, deciding he didn't want to die from his pizza. Dylan's lungs still burned from his time spent underwater, and he had a pounding headache, which led him to ask to be excused early. After a few minutes of wandering around the halls, he eventually made it back to his room.

As he laid down in his bed, he couldn't stop thinking of Schlatt. His smile was haunting and welcoming at the same time. He couldn't tell if Schlatt was as dangerous as he was made out to be. How could someone so charismatic be such a psychopath? That was all he could think about as he drifted off to sleep.

Dylan shot up in his bed two hours later, sweat dripping down his face. He wiped his forehead dry as Clay and George's voices echoed through his head, begging for him to save them. He hated nightmares like these. They shook him up and haunted him, making it impossible to sleep. Dylan laid back down for a few minutes, but when he couldn't manage to fall back asleep, he sat up, grabbed his flashlight, then pulled a book from his backpack. It was one that his mom sent him not too long ago about some kids who developed superpowers. Half of the story was written from the villain's point of view, which grabbed Dylan's attention. His mom had read the entire series, and she told him that he would relate to the villain quite a bit. So far, all the evil mastermind had done so far was kill a few people and disguise herself as a good guy to join the heroes for information.

Yeah. Real relatable.

The doorknob to the bedroom started to jiggle open. Dylan realized he was alone in the room. Indigo and Saturn were probably out with Alexis still. He pulled the blanket to cover his head, hoping that whoever was coming in wouldn't try to talk to him. He just wanted to be alone.

The door squeaked open as someone clumsily stepped into the room. It sounded like the person tripped in the doorway as they came in. "Indigo?" A voice loudly whispered. "Saturn?"

"They aren't here," Dylan responded.

The person gasped. "WHO SAID THAT?"

Dylan pulled the blanket off of himself. "Uh, me?" Dylan found himself looking at a guy around his age. The light from the doorway outlined his silhouette, showing off his unruly, curly hair. His shirt fit his lean body loosely. His jeans were cuffed and his tan boots were untied. "Can I help you?"

"Where are my friends?" The teenager asked.

Dylan shrugged. "All I know is that they aren't here. They are probably out with that Alexis guy."

He staggered forward and placed a finger against Dylan's lip. "Shh. You'll wake them up." His breath smelt of alcohol, mixed with something sweet that Dylan couldn't quite place. That would explain his lack of balance.

Dylan grabbed the guy's wrist and moved it away from his face. "Don't touch me."

The teen stepped back and leaned up against the other bunk bed, allowing the hallway light to shine in his face. Dylan quickly noticed his deep green eyes and freckled, tan cheeks. "Can you go now, dude?"

"Olive," the boy said.

"Huh?"

"My name is Olive. It's like the name 'Oliver', but my parents got too tired to write the R." He ran a hand through his hair as he giggled. "Funny name. What's your name?"

Dylan closed his book and set it beside him. "Dylan. Now, can you please leave?"

Olive giggled. "Dylan. I like it! It's cute, just like you."