different; marter

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Matt
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"You are now under arrest."

A few other policeman came in, beginning to hand cuff us all. "Wait wait wait why am I getting handcuffed I didn't do anything!" Shawn pleaded.

"You'll see when we get back to the station but for now keep your mouth shut." He hissed, starting to cuff Taylor as well. He pushed both of them out the door having a tight grip on their arms.

One of them came over to me and attempted to cuff me but the hand cuffs were too loose and slid off. "Stop playing games, boy." He said, putting the hand cuffs on me 100x tighter. The cold medal pressed against my bones made me shiver and caused goosebumps to form.

He dragged Carter and I outside, stuffing us in one of the 4 police cars. "Carter, what the hell was that? Why are they being so intense over vandalism?! Why did they call Nash out?!" I ask hysterically. "Hell if I know! Your guess is as good as mine..."

"A-are we gonna go to jail?" I ask. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck in jail for hours until my mom decides to get off her ass to come and get me, if she even will.

"Since were in handcuffs and in a police car I would suggest we are. I mean you think they're gonna let us out at school, and take off the cuffs?" He smarted, looking out the bared window.

"Don't be a dick to me, I don't even know why I'm in this I hardly even know Nash! Or any of your other friends." I plea. "I'm sorry.. It's just my parents are gonna be so mad."

A different officer got in the car and started to drive, turning the siren off but keeping on the lights. "Can you please tell us what we did?" I ask.

"Son, all I know is that your friend, Hamilton is in big trouble and we had to bring all of you as a precaution since you guys were with him." he said sympathetically. "What did Nash do?" Carter asked.

"All I can say is that he got involved with one of the biggest drug suppliers in the state and Nash is a dealer. And we found a gun in his car, which we searched with a warrant, along with 22 grams of methane." He sighed. "What drug supplier? I don't think he sells drugs you must be mistaken." Carter says.

"Does the name Cameron Dallas ring a bell?"
"Holy shit." Carter mumbled. "What, Carter? Whose Cameron Dallas?! Why holy shit?" I ask. "Cameron is Nash's boyfriend..."

"So the dealers relation to the supplier is mutual?" The officer asks. "Um no! I- I don't know.." Carter sputtered out. "Is he gonna get in more trouble now?"

"It is an illegal relationship, Mr. Dallas being 20 and Mr. Grier being 17." he explained. "but no. That isn't what were worried about."

We pulled up into the station and the man got us out of the car. Nash was pulled out of the car beside us, the bigger officer gripping his hand on his neck and pushing him into the building.

Shawn was sitting beside Taylor on the bench crying and the Jacks were leaned against the wall. We were seated beside Nash, who had his ankles handcuffed to the bottom of the chairs.

"Nash why did you have a gun in your car?! And why would you carry so much meth around in your car like that?! Look what you got us all into!" Carter whispered, trying not to draw attention. "I'm just- I'm sorry, okay?" Nash groaned, leaning his head back.

I guess now I have to be a rapper. What other career is gonna accept someone who's been to jail? And theirs no way in hell I'll pass the drug test if they give it to me...

"You all get one phone call each. Make it worth - well except you Hamilton."

I dialed my Moms number, and crossed my fingers praying that she'll answer. "Hello? Mom?"