Normal thing - Gracie Abrams

019 'I Want You Back'

'I Want You Back'
019

"windsor-fletcher, murphy, rodrigo, o'connor, and abrams," the officer called out, shutting the door behind him with a heavy clang.

"i cannot believe you got us thrown in jail," gabriella muttered, burying her face in her hands.

felix threw his hands up defensively. "how is this my fault? i didn't know someone would bring drugs!"

"you threw the party, genius," nate added, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the cold, gray wall.

gracie sat next to gabriella, shaking her head. "this is such a disaster."

"this is a mess. my label is going to kill me." olivia said.

"they'll get over it," felix said, though his voice lacked confidence. "probably."

"you think dad won't eat this up?" nate asked, raising an eyebrow. "we're screwed."

"where's emily?" elijah asked, his voice tense.

gabriella winced, shifting uncomfortably, her injured arm still aching from the chaos of the night. she cradled it against her chest, glancing around at the others. "she left with jeremy before everything went to hell."

"smart move," nate muttered, rubbing his face. "wish we'd all thought of that."

eleanor, sitting quietly, finally spoke up. "i don't think emily would've stayed even if she could."

gabriella nodded, leaning her head back against the wall. "we could call her, see if she can come and get us."

"i'm i the only one who's worried about the fact that we're six well-known celebrities sitting in jail?" olivia said, her voice rising with panic. "when this hits the media, they're going to eat us alive. like, literally. this is going to be everywhere by tomorrow morning."

nate groaned, running a hand through his hair. "she's right. it's not just our reputations on the line here, it's everything—our careers, our public image. this is gonna be a mess."

"i can already see the headlines." gabriella said 'grammy nominee and co. arrested at wild party.'"

"and that's the best case scenario," elijah added, his eyes wide. "if we're lucky, that's how they'll spin it. worst case? they'll dig up every mistake we've ever made and turn it into a circus."

"this is a nightmare," felix muttered, staring at the floor. "what if this messes with my deals? my sponsors?"

gabriella's head throbbed, her arm still ached from the earlier fight, and now the everything else felt unbearable. the mess they'd created was about to explode, and there was no way to stop it.

everyone fell quiet, glancing at one another, gabriella could feel her heart racing, her injured arm throbbing nate shifted uncomfortably, felix rubbed his temples, and elijah leaned back, eyes fixed on the ceiling like he was trying to mentally escape. then, olivia broke the silence with a small smile.

"remember the time 'drivers license' hit a million streams, and we drove all around L.A celebrating?" she glanced at gracie, who nodded. "and we got two speeding tickets in one night? and then you," olivia pointed a teasing finger at her, "tried to seduce the cop"

gracie's eyes went wide, her cheeks flushing. "i did not try to seduce him!" she protested. "i was just being friendly!"

"friendly?" olivia snorted. "you literally batted your lashes and told him his uniform was 'very flattering.'"