Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 28

Chapter Song: 3,2,1- 24KGoldn

Tuesday- Morning

-Evangeline-
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"Your Honor, I want to insert Evidence D, Part 1."

I hold up the evidence for everyone to see. Some of the students gasp at the sight of the used condom in the plastic ziplock bag I hold- even Mr. W has uncrossed his arms and leaned forward- interested in what I have to say instead of looking bored.

Thanks to Charlotte and her brilliant idea, I have a piece of evidence that will surely make me win this case.

Stephanie gives me a smile of encouragement next to Mr. W- who looks like the solar opposite of her. While she's in a range of purple three-piece suit, he's in a full pitch-black suit. The color has never looked better on him.

"What?" Arron mumbles. His wide blue eyes stare at me with horror before he blinks and turns his face into a grin, "So what if you have a condom? How do you know it's mine?"

I smile. Oh, how I was waiting for this moment all day. "Which brings me to the second part of my evidence."

I go to my mini-bag and reach into it. I keep digging into it because I can't find what I need. I open the bag wide and see it's only filled with the other random junk in my bag. What I need is gone.

"Having a hard time finding what you need, Stone?" Arron's smug ass face asks me.

I roll my eyes and catch a glimpse of Mr. W. Immediately, bats start to fly in my stomach from the way he's looking at me with a grin. I say bats because butterflies are too gentle to be placed for the effect this man has on me.

He reaches into his jacket suit's pocket and pulls out three pages of papers. My face drops as I fully stare at him with the documents. That motherfucker stole my shit!

I work my legs- which suddenly feel tied to a block of cement at the bottom of the ocean and stand in front of Mr. W. Even sitting in an undersized chair against his large frame, he still looks down at me.

"You left these at August's place this morning," His smokey deep voice is low to where only I can hear it. It sends a nervous shiver down my spine while he holds out his papers- my papers.

The lying bitch. I didn't go to August's house this morning. August came to my house to apologize and give me a hell of a workout. How the fuck did he get the papers when he didn't see me this morning? Or at least I didn't see him.

I give him a tight smile and my index finger glades across his hand when I grab the papers. A strange warmth comes from his touch. His eyes narrow on me and his chest rises from a deep breath. Did he feel it too? Do I have an effect on him as he does with me, or is he just pretending again?

I quickly turn around -before anyone suspects I'm standing in front of him for too long- and walk back to my podium, "Here." I raise the papers and the ziplock bag in the other hand. "Your Honor, I want to

insert Evidence D, Part 2. DNA test results that show it is, in fact, a match to Mr. Live."

Arron chokes on the air, "What?! How the hell-" He steps and clears his throat, swallowing hard afterward, "You can't bring a used condom into the evidence! It's illegal to use my DNA without my permission!" He turns to Mr. Lockwell who sits in his chair- listening to see how the conversation will roll out, "You can't allow her to bring in evidence that was not mentioned and personal!"