Jeremy Kyle: Revenge

Chapter 4

Dylan woke up. He looked around the room, wondering where he was, but realized that he had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. All his other friends that were there last night were still sleeping. He looked up at the watch; 3:30pm... 3:30... "Shit!" he exclaimed. He quickly put his only pair of shoes on and ran to the Hyde Park, where he was supposed to meet Jeremy.

4:20pm

He tried calling again, his 6th time now. Again, the call wasn't answered. "Where the fuck is he?" he said to himself. Jeremy looked up and saw the approaching, laughing girls. "Are you Jeremy Kyle???" the youngest, blonde one asked. "Umm yes?" Jeremy replied. "OH. MY. GOD!" she exclaimed.

After 400 selfies the girls finally left. That's when Dylan came out of a bush nearby. He was panting and looked very tired. "I see you're getting on well with the ladies!" he said. "Dylan? Where the fuck were you? Why weren't you answering your phone?" Jeremy asked. Dylan's smile disappeared as he checked his pockets for his phone. "Damn man, must have forgotten it back at home!" he cursed. "Hey Dylan... You realize you stink like weed, right? I could smell it from a mile away..." There was a short silence. Dylan and Jeremy were just staring at each other until Dylan broke the silence. "Yeah sure... Why'd you want me to come here, man? Is it about that Chicken dude? You want 'im dead?"

Jeremy looked concerned.

"Look, Dylan... This guy ain't easy to find. The police have been looking for him for ages now and they haven't found anything, you know? It's gonna be harder than you think, but I really want you to do this for me... please?" Jeremy explained.

"Man if you wanna find that guy you're gonna need a crew!" Dylan said. "I know, I know! And that's the problem!" Dylan smiled. "I got just what you need, ol' buddy!" His smile then turned into a slight giggle. "Follow me."