Radio // Calum Hood {ON HOLD}

16. Revenge

BROOKE'S POV

Shit. Shit. Shit. I knew she wouldn't believe me. At least not without proof.

I raced upstairs to Calum's room to retrieve my phone. I don't actually know why I didn't bring it with me.

I frantically knocked on the door, desperate for someone to open up. Footsteps sounded on the other side of the door before Calum opened it slowly.

"Back so soon, girlfriend?" He teased.

"I came to get my phone."

"And here I was, thinking that you came to see me." he sighed dramatically.

"Of course." I mumbled, searching through the bedsheets. "Calum, have you seen my phone?"

He shook his head, "No, sorry."

Calum joined me in looking for my mobile. We checked the pillows, under the bed, in the draws and the wardrobe but we still couldn't find it.

"Why don't I try calling it?" Calum suggested.

"Good idea."

Calum rang my phone as we stood still, trying to get a hint as to where it was. I heard a faint buzzing coming from the corner. I went over to get a closer look and noticed my phone vibrating under the chair.

"Found it." I sighed. "Thanks for helping."

"That's what boyfriends do." he grinned.

"Well, boyfriend, I'll see you later. I need to talk to Lizzy." Just as I was about to leave, Calum clasped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. After spinning me around, he placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

"What was that for?" I questioned, confused.

"Nothing, I just wanted to kiss you. I don't even need a reason now that I'm your boyfriend." he smiled.

I rolled my eyes before giving him another chaste kiss. Shutting the door behind me, I turned towards the elevator to knock on Lizzy's door again.

After knocking for the fifth time, I figured that she was ignoring me. Just when I was turning back towards the lift, I saw Lizzy walking up the hall.

"Lizzy! I have proof about Cameron." I revealed.

"I don't need it." she murmured.

"So I spent twenty minutes looking for my phone for no good reason?"

"I'm sorry."

"About my phone?"

"No."

"What then?" I asked, intrigued.

"You were right. Cameron's a dirty liar and I'm sorry I didn't trust you."

"It's okay, a bit offensive but I'm fine. Did you break up with him."

"No." she uttered.

"Why the hell not?"

Lizzy smirked, "Because we're going to get revenge."

~*~*~

After thinking through the plan for the umpteenth time, Lizzy and I got a key card from the front desk and snuck in to Cameron's room.

Phase one. Swap the contents from the fridge and the wardrobe.

Lizzy and I got to work on removing the items from the mini fridge and placing them in his suitcase, hopefully emitting a smell after a few hours. Instead of put them in the fridge, we balled his shirts up and dunked them in water before freezing them, making it even harder for them to defrost.

I picked up one of the complimentary Post It notes from the desk and wrote a few notes, explaining what we did in a fun way.

We set a few more pranks in place before going to find the filming crew in their rooms.

I smiled as the head of the technical equipment opened the door.

"Hey, guys. Would you mind helping us set up a few cameras?"

~*~*~

CAMERON'S POV

Having two girls on my arm at once was the best. I met this other girl at the restaurant last night and messing around with her has been so fun. We both found that making out in the pool wasn't enough so we were now at my hotel room door to take it a little further.

As soon as I opened the door, I was overwhelmed by the smell.

The girl, who's name I'd forgotten, held her nose, "I'm sorry but I can't have sex with you if this is what you smell like. It's disgusting." She turned around and walked to the door.

"No, wait-" the slam of the door interrupted me.

What was that smell? I walked around the pungent room, trying to find the source of the offensive stench. I had only been out of the room for about six hours. What could've happened in that time?

I tracked it back to by suitcase and opened it to find a smell so horribly powerful enough to blow me away.

Milk, cheese, beer, left overs from last night and juice were just some of the items that had been incorrectly placed into my suitcase.

A note was stuck to the carton of milk.

There was no more room in the fridge, sorry, but there was some in your acoustic guitar :)

Upon hearing that - or reading it - I rushed to my guitar in the wardrobe.

From the outside it looked fine, but on the inside, raw eggs had been thrown and smashed into it.

I groaned and froze when I noticed half of my clothes were missing. I grabbed all of my trousers that were left in the wardrobe and set them down on my bed.

The crotch area had been cut out of all of my pants and my boxers had transformed into man thongs.

Another note was attached to the first pair.

If you're not going to keep your dick in there anyway, I may as well help you out.

I walked around, looking for my shirt when I stepped on the note from my suitcase.

I immediately rushed to the fridge and freezer to see what was in there.

All of my shirts had turned into frozen balls of ice. I took one out and winced at the freezing temperature.

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

I couldn't believe it. What was I going to wear?

Stepping into the bathroom wasn't much better. I almost screamed at the sight I saw. There was a note stuck to the wall.

Your laptop was dirty so I gave it a bath. Don't worry, I wiped it beforehand.

Lizzy must have done this.

After later discovering that my hair gel had been replaced with glue, crumbs were in my bed and the hair dryer had been rigged with flour, I gave up.

By the way, we're over. -Lizzy

To be completely honest, this isn't a total surprise. I kind of knew it was coming. It was just a shame that she found out the hard way.