All American: Winter Break

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Two Can Play That Game (Part Two)

"Baby, Spence are you in there?" His mom called out from the outside of his hotel room door. "Yo Spence open up," his brother's voice followed causing Olivia's body to tremble. Her mind raced to all the possible outcomes imagining the look in Ms. Grace's eyes. Spencer could see the terrified expression in his girlfriend's eyes the second he met hers. Knowing very well they would be caught at any moment, Spencer tried to calm her, moving up from between her legs to her ear.

"If we stay quiet they'll leave,". He whispered as Olivia swallowed hard nodding. Placing his index finger over his lips, Olivia's breathing labored hoping his mother didn't have a key. But her heart only quickened its pace the second she turned her attention to his phone on the nightstand. "Your phone!" Olivia whispered loudly. Widening his eyes Spencer darted towards it. "Shit!" Spencer whispered fumbling for it a little too late as it went off in his hands. He groaned throwing his head back as Olivia quickly got up off the bed grabbing her belongings and shoes. "I'm going to go find a hiding place now,". Spencer agreed a little razzle dazzled as his head did summersaults trying to get a grip of the situation. "Good idea,". Olivia quickly ran into the bathroom hiding in the storage closet.

"Spencer James I know you are in there!" His mother spoke louder this time making him jump. Wiping his hands on his sweat shorts he was glad to be wearing a dark-colored pair with a large sweatshirt that went way past his pelvic region covering the bulge in his shorts. Walking over to the door, he stopped quickly turning around to make sure that Olivia's belongings weren't in sight. When the coast was clear he walked over to the door opening it.

"It was about time baby. What you be doing in there?" Grace folded her arms with an eyebrow raised. "I just woke up," Spencer lied forcing out a yawn as he stretched his arms hugging his mother awkwardly so she wouldn't suspect a thing. Grace narrowed her eyes at him scanning him up and down before looking in the room to see that he'd been alone. Dillon's stomach started to rumble the second his face went pale and his hands felt clammy. Both Spencer and Grace turned to look at him when his little brother clutched his stomach.

"Oh no-" Dillon trailed. "Oh no? D you good? You look like you've seen a ghost?" Spencer asked the second Dillon clenched his butt. "I...I...I gotta go," Dillon continued unable to form a complete sentence. Spencer scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. Gotta go?". Noticing the expression on his brother's face, his eyes widened remembering that Olivia was hiding in the bathroom. Dillon shoved Spencer to the side rushing inside of his hotel room. Spencer followed Dillon as his mom walked in behind her boys. "D, you don't want to do that," Spencer rushed inside the room following his brother as Dillon was just a hare faster than him slamming the bathroom door and locking it behind him.

In the dark of the storage room closet, Olivia was crammed inside hearing the commotion coming from the outside as all she heard next was the bathroom door open and shut. Hearing footsteps rush towards the toilet as desperate grunts escaped from what she heard to be Dillon. Covering her mouth, her eyes widened in fear hearing Dillon release into the toilet as it sounded like a middle school band of trumpets were in the room. Olivia gagged as she tried so desperately to cover her nose as the stench filled the room suffocating her.

Spencer kept knocking on the door as he tried to hurry Dillon up at the same time trying to keep conversation with his mother. Standing by the bathroom door, Spencer could only imagine how Olivia was feeling knowing he was going to get an earful when his mom and Dillon would leave the room.

"Don't forget you have a fitting at ten for the suit you'll be wearing tomorrow,". His mom looked at her phone reminding Spencer of all the things he had to do. "Also the rings. Billy asked if you would be able to pick them up at noon,". Spencer half-listened nodding at his mother but also watching the bathroom door as he heard his brother was still in the midst of the storm. "Yo D? You good?". Dillon grunted a few more times until Spencer sighed a relief hearing the toilet flush and the sound of the faucet turning on. Opening the door Dillon clutched his stomach as the sweat dripped down his forehead. Spencer immediately covered his mouth the second the horrid smell singed the hairs in his nostrils.