Falling for the Hot Screamer (OH)

Hot Screamer 12!

Chapter 12

 Dylan

“Dylan get up man!” I yawned, still lying down on the top bunk. “Dylan!”

“I’m up, I’m up!” I yelled back and shifted in the bed getting more comfortable. I closed my eyes and started to fall back. With my swell luck, my cell phone started ringing. Patting spots around my too tiny bed, I tried to find my cell phone. Where is the darn thing? I leaned closer to the edge of the bed, because I could have sworn that I saw a light. I outstretched my arm to grab my phone but ended up tumbling to the ground instead. I groaned and rubbed the back of my head.

“Hey you okay?” Neil asked.

“Do I look flippin okay?”

“Easy now. Someone fell off the wrong side of the bed today,” he laughed at his corny joke and went back to the chill zone. I got up and rummaged through my duffle bag, pulling out a pair of jeans and a red shirt. I squeezed into the tiny shower and washed up. I dried off and put my clothes on then left the bathroom to find some food. The guys were all doing their own thing; Neil was Skyping his mom, Anthony was making out with a random, and Corey was carefully examining his Scooby Doo fruit snacks before finally eating them. I scavenged through the fridge and got out a Monster and a banana.

I plopped down on the couch, making sure to sit as far away from Anthony as possible, and grabbed the remote, and started flipping through the channels on our TV. RJ Berger… Wizards of Waverly Place… CSI… SpongeBob… I’m not in the mood for any of this! I settled on some show called Bones and watched that for literally a minute before it went off and something else started. I was about to change the channel when I heard a familiar name: Elizabeth Ann Smith. I sat back and turned up the volume.

The guy on the show looked like a freaking tool. His hair was jelled and his voice sounded so cocky and freaking annoying.

“Breaking News people! The well known pretty princess of New York had an eventful night at the after party for the premiere of The List. It was all fun and games-well in her case, dirty dancing with one of her good friends and son of Sebastian Marks, Evan Marks. There they are now.” A picture popped up on the screen next to him of Eliza and Evan dancing very close together. Another one popped up with her dancing with more of her friends and having a good time. “But oh no, that’s not all that happened last night. Our dearest Eliza was harassed by an evil douche bag.” What the fuck? “Little Elizabeth was sexually harassed and suffered a minor cut on her arm from the man. Police officials say that the man was arrested, but aren’t putting his name out to the public for his protection. Good old police officers keeping the interest of sex offenders in mind. How considerate. The WWK crew is currently outside her house now waiting for someone to come out. According to insiders, the PKQNYC is at the Smith residence, but refuse to say anything to the public.” All of the blood was draining from my face. Is she going to be okay? “Can someone go get my phone?” I whispered. Everyone on the bus was quiet and were watching the news with me. Thankfully, Neil got up and went to go find my phone. I was not going anywhere I wanted to hear this. “Thomas Churchill was there to save the night! He escorted a crying, distressed Elizabeth out of the club and called her a doctor when they got home. Talk about a loyal best friend, taking care of his best friend’s little sister.” More pictures came up with the Tommy guy carrying Eliza out and if you look closely, you could see the blood dripping down her arm. Out of reflex, my fists clenched and I stood up and looked around the room at the shocked eyes that were waiting for my next move.

“Neil!” I yelled. I went to the back of the bus to where the beds were. “Where’s my phone?”

“H-here,” he handed me my phone with shaky hands. I dialed Eliza’s number as fast as I could.