CAMP

dimples and a pink sparkly pen

PIERCE'S POV

"What is your name?" The officer questions.

My knee bouncing up and down, my arms crossed over my chest as I slump further into the hard wooden chair.

"pierce lane katz." I murmur, "Can I go see my friends now?" I stand up, impatiently.

It's been 5 weeks since the camp incident, long story short, they found me and stella, brian cried like a baby, luke got arrested after he confessed that he drugged me and kidnapped sylas and I. But the worst part is, they wouldn't even let me beat the fuck out of him before they locked him up. Pure sadness. Anyways, i've been getting interviewed every single day since that happened. And I haven't even been able to see sella or any of them, even MORE pure sadness.

"Sir, please sit back down until i'm finished with the questions" The officer says.

I'm seconds away from getting up and slapping the shit out of him and walking out. I've been answering the same fucking questions all day.

I groan as he scribbles with his pink sparkly pen on his blue sheet of paper.

I should get ares that pen, he would cherish it with his life.

My brows knot together and I snicker.

Also who the fuck uses blue paper?
That's actually the stupidest thing i've ever seen.

"Alright, you're been writing shit on that paper for a million centuries, can I go now? Come on, i'd like to leave before my hair turns grey. Kind of like yours." I snicker to myself.

He glares up at me and I blow him a kissy face. He looks back down at the paper and continues writing

asshole.

I frown and look out the big window of his office.

"Alright, pierce. You can-" The officer says,

"Great, thanks, bye." I interrupt and get my ass as far as possible away from that office.

Been there too many times, I fear i'm starting to smell like that old man. And i'm not even joking when I say this, that guy reeks of baby vomit mixed with coffee beans.

I make my way down the stairs and rush out of the police building, then move my legs down the street to brian's house.

I bang on the door, "brian! It's your favorite person ever!!" I joke.

The door opens and I look up to see mamacita, also known as brian's mom, who is pretty much like my mom.

"Hey, mamacita." I say.

"Pierce, lovely to see you, darling. What is it you need?" She asks.

"Is brian here?" I ask and scratch the back of my neck.

"No, love. He went over to some girls house, I think her name was perry? No, paige?" She says.

"Oh, yea, that's paris." I reply, chuckling a little.

"Ah, that's the one." She says, smiling.

"Thanks for your help!" I exclaim as I make my way down the front steps and down their large driveway.

I run down the sidewalk and up to paris' house.

Knock on the door 3 times.

Stella answers the door, looking like a fucking angel. I take in her soft features, pale skin, dark blue eyes, blonde messy hair, swolen lips, and her bottom lip has a cut in it. She's only wearing a baggy tee shirt, and im assuming she's wearing shorts but the shirt is too long it almost reaches her knees. She looks almost, relaxed. Unlike her usual, scared expression. And I think I'm liking this new expression also.