The Scream

Dylan grew more perplexed as he gazed at her. His eyes traced to her hand, which was latched on his wrist, like it was begging it to stay. He scoffed and clicked his tongue before asking;

"So what? If you aren't Ariel Peterson, Who are you?"

"I am… I am…

At that instant, Chloe's eyes flew open and Dylan snapped his hand away from her grip. He coughed dramatically and pulled his face away.

"What gibberish were you blabbing in your sleep? Stand up this instant and bring our things along. It's late" He said and left her.

Chloe scratched her head confusedly and took the belongings before scurrying off.

*

"Sir!" Chloe called and descended the stairs. She finally caught up with Dylan, and they walked in accordance.

"Sir?" She muttered, and he spared her a glance.

"Did I say or do anything weird while sleeping?" She asked.

Dylan scoffed and pulled out the sunglasses which he wore. "What do you think?" He asked.

Chloe's eyes widened. "Sir?" She gulped.

"What are you doing? Hurry!" He gnarled