Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

22 - Daydreams Become Reality and Black Duffle Bags are Expensive

I'm so sorry about the uploading thing, this seems pretty long so I hope it makes up for it. I'm sitting outside of my class right now uploading when I should be studying for my test in ten minutes, but I thought, what the hell, might as well. This, and probably all my other chapters, needs a lot of editing done to it, so be patient and I promise it will be done, I just don't know when. (: Hope you enjoy!

Oh, at the end there is a clearification as to a certain comment that Scarlett says to Chris.

~Court!

               Chapter 22 - Daydreams Become Reality and Black Duffle Bags are Expensive

Before I knew what I was doing, my hands had started to rake through the ground, pulling the grass and dirt towards my pants. I had a pretty good sized hole in the ground when I finally reached the sliver key. I had started to sweat in the warm night air and as I wiped the sweat away, dirt had stayed on my face. I heard sirens in the distance, shit. Where the hell am I going to put it? I stashed it in the hair band that was in my hair. I hurried to put the dirt back into place, but then I realized that I had dirt all over my face and clothes, so what was the point. I stood up just as a couple of cop cars pulled up beside me. The cops got out of the car and came towards me, almost hesitantly. I put my hands up, showing them I wasn’t a danger to them or myself.

“What’s going on here?”

“What does it look like?” I asked him not in a sarcastic way, I hope.

“Defacing public property.” I thought about it, and nodded, sounded right to me.

“Yeah, pretty much.” The other officer went behind me to put my hands in cuffs, giving me my rights. The ride to the station was quiet. They took me out of the backseat, brought me in, and asking for my information. Then one of the cops sent me to a room.

I was standing in the corner of a light gray colored room. On the opposite side of the room from where I was standing, there was a mirror or glass pane, taking up the wall. There was a small table with two chairs on opposite sides. It looked like an interrogation room from a movie. I looked in the mirror’s reflection. My hair was ratty, my face had a lot more dirt on it than I had originally thought, and my clothes also had a lot more dirt on them. I heard the door open, my head swinging towards the door in a panic.

“Have a seat.” He said it in a monotone, whoever the hell he is. I stood there, not doing anything, staring. He sat down in one of the chairs. He motioned with his hand for me to sit down. I moved to the only other chair, sitting down. This all seemed rather familiar.

“Why were you there tonight, Scarlett?” I didn’t say anything, just staring at him, unwilling to give him anything, because I had nothing to give him, without blurting everything out and I doubt that the cops would be able to help me with this.

“What were you trying to dig up, Scarlett?” The silence was deafening. The questions kept coming with silence for all of my answers. I couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. Different people kept coming in to ask me all the same questions, only phrased differently. The three after the man gave up, leaving me to myself. I got up out of the chair, moving around the room. I was slowly pacing back and forth, trying to give myself something to do. I backed up against the wall, sliding down to sit of the floor with my head on my knees. I heard the door open for the fifth time. The person didn’t say anything as they sat in the chair, waiting. I took a deep breath before looking up. My heart and breathing stopped.

“What were you doing, Scar?” Jake? What the hell? Then it all came back to me, my dream, or at least I thought it was a dream. Now, I’m not so sure. I stood up, in a daze, not knowing what else to do. He sat down in the chair that all the other cops sat in. I just stared at him and he at me. He was waiting for me to say something. All the comfort I had found in him was now gone. He had been lying to me. He slid his badge to the edge of the table, I walked over to the table hesitantly, picking up the badge with unsteady fingers, I read it. Detective Tanton. I closed it and tossed it back on the table. I slowly pulled out the chair and sat in it, and for a second I realized I was sitting like a guy, my legs spread apart and I was slouched with my arms resting on my thighs.