"I Wonder If You Know How They Live In Tokyo" A Sean Boswell Love Story

Consequences

An hour later, the four of us were sat in the police station waiting room.

Cindy's Barbie doll appearance had been flawed, much to my amusement, but bloody grazes on various parts of her arms and face.

Clay's big nose, which I had always joked about to Sean behind his back, was broken, and blood was still trickling steadily from it now.

I'd seen myself in the mirror, and I didn't look too bad; I just had a gash from the end of my left eyebrow, down past my eye to the top of my left cheek. It would need stitches though, and would probably scar, so it was enough. The scrapes on my arms and legs though, I could handle.

Sean looked ghastly though! His nose had a tissue I'd given him up one of the nostrils to stem the blood flow, and I could see blood leaking out of his mouth between his closed lips.

I looked at Sean, and he gave me a toothy grin. I winced visibly as I saw that most of his mouth inside was covered with blood, and he just smiled even more at my reaction.

That's when the two of us were called in to the interrogation room.

Sean's Mom scurried in seconds later, and sat down with us, sending Sean a disappointed look.

I sighed, knowing that my dad probably wouldn't be coming. I didn't have a Mom- she died when I was a baby, and then my dad had got really caught up in his work and what he did, neglecting me because of it. He probably didn't even know I was here.

"Sean what happened?" his mother asked before the officer could say a word.

"Mrs Boswell, it was Clay's fault. He's the one who rammed our car and caused the both of us to crash- Sean had nothing to do with the actual accident," I explained, before Sean could.

"Miss Matthews is it?" the officer asked.

I nodded.

"Your father can't make it right now, but he'll talk to you about the incident once you get home. But for the meantime, you two need to listen to me-"

"Officer?" Mrs Boswell cut the officer off before he could say what was probably the most important part of his sentence.

"Yes, Miss?"

"Is it illegal to... well... smoke in here?" she asked, battering her eyelashes at him.

Sean and I looked at each other, rolling our eyes. This was what Sean's Mom did. This was how he'd never been taken to a juvenile detention centre. She always gave the officers what they wanted... if you catch my drift...

The officer shook his head, smiling, before pulling out a lighter and never breaking eye contact with the woman as she leant ever closer to him to have her cigarette lit for her.

Once they'd had their disgusting little moment, the officer turned back to us.

"The thing is guys, I believe you. But Ken and Barbie out there," he said, gesturing out of the window to Clay and Cindy, and making me smirk, "They have daddies in high places. They're guaranteed to just bribe the judge if you take this case to trial, and it'll be you two who end up with the bad outcome."

I looked down. Sometimes I hated what money could do.

"Miss Matthews, I know you're good friends with Mr Boswell here, and that you've followed him from school to school every time he gets expelled, but that's not an option this time," the officer added.

"What do you mean?" Mrs Boswell asked before I could open my mouth.

"Your son has officially exhausted all the schools in the state. He's been expelled from all of them. There are no more for him to go to. No more that are willing to take him. A juvenile detention centre seems to be the only option-"