The Last Scream (Noah Foster/ Scream Series FF)

Chapter 19

*Noah*

Lying on my bed, I let out a sigh as I thought of how horrible things had gone tonight. I hadn't meant to snap at her, never did I ever want to even think of talking to her the way I did, but it came out. Riley was a soft spot, I mean, I liked her. I had liked her for years. Now, she was gone, just when I was getting my chance with her. Now, I had to go and mess things up with Vex now. This morning, when I had kissed her, it felt right. I had continued just because of this, though, I had no clue what I was doing. It hadn't even been 48 hours since Riley died and I was already kissing another girl. But, she had looked so beautiful. No make up, her hair was messy and those blue eyes- they had stared up at me, daring me to make the first move. Groaning, I sat up, placing my head in my hands.

"Then you completely ruined it by getting mad at her because she wanted to make sure you didn't just kiss her because you were upset." I had figured that one out really quickly. As soon as I had stepped out the door, it had dawned on me why she even asked. She didn't want me to hurt myself by doing something utterly stupid.

"And then you were a dick and snapped at her." I said again, shaking my head as I tore at my hair.

"God Noah, could you be anymore of an idiot?" I cried. Flopping back down on the bed, I closed my eyes. I couldn't get her off my mind now. It had scared the living daylights out of me when I saw her tide up in that place, all that was running through my mind was "Not her." I lost Riley, I couldn't loose her too. God, that made me sound like such a conceited asshole. Riley's dead, so now you can have Vex. But that's not the case, I know it. I liked Vex even before I finally got my chance with Riley. I had like an instant crush on her as soon as I found out who she was. Then, I learned that she was also hilarious with the best sarcastic remarks I had ever heard. And I saw her eyes, something I found the most attractive about her, and her smile which made me smile, even when I was upset. Her wit and her charm, her talk- she was utterly amazing.

"And. You. Blew it." I whispered. Carrying her through that hospital, having to worry that she was going to pass out at any moment, I could feel it, my heart beating 100 miles a minute as I came to the conclusion that I would have to protect her. And it was so funny, because when I look at her, I don't see someone who needs protecting, I see someone who is a complete badass, capable of protecting herself. But then, tonight, I saw it. I saw behind her mask that she puts on, the one that is a sarcastic, hilarious badass. Behind it though, there's a broken girl who is always protecting her friends, even when it's from themselves. Earlier, watching the video, I had gotten little snippets from it, but they were enough to know that she lost her father and a guy named Wes. It was enough to know that she's gone through loss as well and probably knows better than me what it feels like. Sighing, I rolled over, grabbing my phone into my hand. I should call her and apologize, tell her that I do like her that way. Staring at the black screen, I just continued to stare. I didn't know what to do. Was she even thinking about me right now? Was she crying softly to herself? Or was she realizing that I'm not really worth her trouble, slowly moving on before she had to see me once more. Staring at the phone, I felt my eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

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Sitting on the couch, I let my mother continue to watch the movie as I stared off into space, only one thing on my mind. Noah. Already, I could feel it clawing it's way through me, turning off everything inside. Guilt and Hurt. I had my head laid back on the arm of the couch while my feet were crunched into me, making me look like a little ball rather than a teenage girl. This was mostly to stop my mom from seeing the tears rolling down my face.

Sitting there, I couldn't help but blame myself. I had done exactly what I said I wasn't going to do, I pushed him to try and get an answer and this is what happened, this always happened. Pulling out my phone, I stared at the blank screen, wanting nothing more than to see his name appear on the top, calling to talk to me. Though I knew, that call wouldn't come. Was he even thinking about me? Was he as upset and lonely as I am? Or was he just done, had I pushed to far to soon? Sighing, I let another tear roll down my cheek. Standing up, I gave my mom a small smile.

"I think I'm going to head to bed, it's been a long day." Giving me a sad smile, she grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze before whispering "night." Heading for the stairs, I quickly scrambled up before throwing myself onto my bed in my room. Looking at the blank screen, I decided to call him. If he didn't pick up, I would leave him alone. If he did, if he would talk to me and let me explain, well, hopefully that's what happens. Opening my phone, I pressed his contact, calling him. Putting the phone up to my ear, I listened carefully. 1 ring. 2 rings. 3...4...5...6...7-

"You've reached the voicemail box of-" I didn't even let it finish, slowly, I lowered the phone down, placing it on my nightstand. Maybe he couldn't reach it, he'll call back in a few minutes, right?" Laying back on the bed, I closed my eyes, praying I would hear the ringtone... I never did.

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Filler chapter and definitely a depressing one. Sorry to all of you who thought things would be resolved in this chapter. Thank you all for reading and I'll see you at the next update!

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