A Day in My Life

So... they noticed

The next morning I was jolted awake and then I slumped back down to my warm pillow and snuggled deeper into my blankets.

"Noooo. No." I said, grabbing my pillow in a hug. 

I heard a laugh then Dylan said in a sweet voice "Baby, get up now. Blake wants you to eat with us."

"Too early Dylan, too early." I mumbled into my bed. 

He laughed again, louder this time and said "It's noon, for Christ's sake! How much later do you need to sleep?"

"Lemme sleep... forever?" I proposed from my warm cocoon.

"Nice try baby." he said with a chuckle, aggressively yanking my warm blanket off of me. 

I grabbed my hands out at it and sat up groggily. "Heyyyy!" I protested.

"Why are you wearing Chris's hoodie?" he asked suspiciously, looking at my clothing choices for some weird reason.

"I was cold last night." I said honestly, but now on my guard and suddenly not the least bit sleepy. 

He looked confused, and brushed a hand back through his hair. I tried to distract him but he tried again. 

"But, then, why are you wearing black skinny jeans to sleep in...?" he asked. 

"Must've fallen asleep with them on." I said quickly, and again honestly, my back straight and face tense. 

He looked at me, and used his patented  "Dakota I know something is up be honest before I force you to tell me" look. 

I smiled awkwardly and stood up.

"Nothing!" I said rapidly, before he asked anything. 

Classic mistake. 

"Dakota Hastings..." Dylan said, shutting the door behind his back, "You tell me what you did right now before I get everyone else involved and you get in a shit load of trouble!"

"I told you, nothing!" I said, trying to slow down how quickly I spoke and look him directly in the eyes. 

He tightened his eyes and I bit my lip.

"You're lying to me and I know it. Now you can tell me and I might let you off with a warning... Or you can make me carry you down to Blake and you can tell all of us." He threatened. 

I had to get him out of here, fast. 

"Dylan! I'm changing get out!" I said, making up my mind quickly and pulling off the hoodie. Nothing scared brothers more than their sister wearing tight clothes, or no clothes. It was awkward but if it saved me from getting in trouble, I'd take him seeing me in my somewhat tight tank top. 

He grabbed my arm and said "HEY! We are NOT finished here!" 

"Think we are!" I said, trying to pull away and failing miserably.

Pulling away from him swept my rats nest of hair awkwardly over my face so I pulled it back and into a messy bun once I got my arm free. But why had Dylan let go?

I saw that the hand that had once taken hostage of mine was now over his mouth, covering his shocked expression.

"WHAT. EXACTLY. ARE. THOSE?" he demanded to know angrily, pointing a hand to my neck. I was confused so I grabbed my black phone screen and pointed it towards myself. There were small reddish shapes trailing up my neck. Oops. 

With no warning. Dylan swept over and swung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing at all. I kicked wildly and even screamed but nobody came to my rescue. Dylan brought us over to the coach where the others were sitting and chucked me down on the floor.