Summer nights (Cameron Dallas Fanfic)

Chapter 17

I walked outside to take the call.

"Hello?" I said into the phone

"hi, is this Nikki?" My heart dropped

"what kind of sick joke is this" I said into the phone louder than anticipated

"I don't understand" The mans voice said on the other line

"Nikki. Nikki Cerciello?" I asked. I just had to make sure

"ugh, yes ma'am, do you know where I could find her?"

"She's dead asshole" I shouted and hung up.

I slammed my phone onto the table and sat in the chair. I buried my head into my hands. Was that a joke? Or was someone really looking for Nikki? I herd the back door open but I didn't bother looking up. I was angry and sad all at the same time. I couldn't help but cry. One  of the boys took the seat next to me. I opened my eyes and looked down at their shoes. Cameron. I quickly leaned my head into his shoulder and started crying more. 

"Shh its ok" He whispered into the top of my head

"I just got a call from a man looking for Nikki" I said to Cameron in between sobs

"Do you think it was a joke or no?" Cam pushed

"I don't know cam, I really don't" I managed to say back. 

After about 5 minutes of Cameron calming me down, we decided to rejoin the boys in the living room.

"Everything ok?" Matt questioned me

"I guess.." My voice trailed off

I walked upstairs to Cameron's room. I went into his bathroom to fix my makeup. I had black under my eyes. I took a tissue and put water on it. I rubbed it under my eyes to erase the black stains. Once I was done with that, I quickly examined my self in the mirror. I was a fucking mess. I readjusted the bracelets on my arm, and fixed my shirt. Once I was done, I walked back downstairs. The boys were sitting on the couch watching 22 jump street. I took a seat on the couch next to Gilinsky. I had both feet up on the couch, and was holding my legs. I didn't even realize I was zoning out, till Johnson was snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"dana..." 

"dana..."

"DANA" he shouted

"yeah, what, sorry I'm ok" I said. I don't think I gave a convincing tone

"no you're not." Gilinsky trailed off

"yeah, I'm just feeling kind of sick" I lied

"guys I'm going to head home, Ill see you guys tomorrow or something" I said