Courthouse

The boys are here- unfortunately

Alex spoke up in a low whisper, "Guys, someone is at the end of the hall, looking at us."

That made me stop my train of thought and turn on my heel, he was right, there are three guys at the end of the hall staring at us and mumbling in what I'm going to assume is Spanish.

They looked about our age, give or take a year. As they made their way over I realized who they are, the Miller boys, they are annoying, to say the least. Also, they're stuck up and rich so there's that. "Well, who do we have here?" the one with black hair asks; his eyes are a bright green like mine. Now that he is closer I can tell he dyed his hair by the light brown roots that are peaking through.

"Depends on who's asking," Luke said in a low voice probably not meaning to say it out loud.

"You might want to tone the attitude down some bro," said the one with blonde hair after whispering something under his breath.

What is it with guys and mumbling I mean; speak up. He just had to say that, to us, the people who are already on edge and wanting to fight, not a smart move.

As is to prove my point Alex started yelling something along the lines of "will you crawl back under the rock you came from"

The one with brown hair clearly heard him because he yells, "Jack, será mejor que te detengas. Vamos a recibir atención que NO necesitamos." he was talking so fast it was like a blur of words. I know that "Mejor que te detengas." means "you better stop" but the rest came out way too fast.

"What are you even here for?" Nova says, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, what could the rich little punks have done?" asked Luke

They are all children I swear. " Is it too much to ask that you all grow up?"

"Wow, that was cold," said Alex, giving me that look, you know the one that's mock hurt.

Luke being Luke said something under his breath that set everyone off, Alex didnt have time to move as a fist came out of nowhere, clocking him in the jaw.

God, they are always going with the physical solution and not the physiological solution, I wonder when they will learn to shut up? Apparently, the one with black hair was the one to throw the punch because he is flexing his hand when I look over. Somehow Nova and I made our way in front of a fuming Luke.

The lady from earlier made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a grumble making us all freeze.

Nova and I standing in front of Luke, Alex holding his jaw in shock, and the brown and blond-haired boys holding The fake black-haired boy by the shoulders. Looking at the frail lady, shocked that she was still there I lean over and whispered to Nova, "Was she there the whole time?"

"Yes, I was," the lady responded in a clear and surprisingly unannoyed voice, "My name is Sofia Williams but you call me Mrs. Williams. I hope you are all ready to see Mr. Grey?"

Mr. Grey AKA the doosh as us teens call him is the sheriff in our small, and boring, town of Suger Hill, he has been sheriff for 29 years and loves busting teens for even the smallest things, in short, he's a jerk.

"Of course, we are," looking at Luke I say, "Right Luke?"

He just nodded his head, I could tell he was still angry, not that that's a problem, Nova can (for the most part) calm him down. They are this weird on-again-off-again thing and somehow they are still friends. If I made a chart of every time they were together one day and not the next it would wrap around the world, twice. I have no idea how they make it work, but they do, somehow.

"Good then," said Mrs. Williams, "come on in."