The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 51 (Cheryl's POV)

"So... Were in jail."

Hailey sighs. "Yep." She stands up from the uncomfortable bench we were sitting on, pacing around the cell we share, her face scrunched up in worry.

"Hey, don't worry, it'll be fine. We'll be outta here by morning."

"That's not what I'm worried about. Patrick is going to be so mad at us. How bad do you think that'll look on them? Of course the media will know. Bad publicity. I've heard from many, many tumblr posts that you don't want to see him mad..."

"Just pipe your shit, we'll be fine."

"Says the girl wearing an orange jumpsuit sitting in a jail cell." She raises her eyebrows.

"Hey, I'm a sexy motherfucker in orange," I protest, crossing my fabulous orange-sleeved arms.

"Yeah, and I fucked Patrick Stump. Both not true."

"How am I supposed to know you two didn't do the nasty? We all know the shy ones are the fucking animals in bed. Take, I don't know, daddy kink for example?"

Her only response was a flick of her middle finger in my general direction. I graciously returned the gesture with a smile in my face.

"You girls have one phone call." I jump my shit from hearing the sudden voice, turning my head to see an attractive man-cop unlocking our cell and gesturing for us to follow him. Hailey walks out and I follow her, trying to ignore the whistles coming from the sick pedo criminals in their own cells.

I mean I knew I was sexy in orange, but I didn't know I was that sexy, like damn.

Hailey sits in the chair, and I stand awkwardly behind her. The cop stares at us, making us squirm uncomfortably. Hailey looks back at me, as if asking who to call.

"As much as I hate to say it, I think you should call Patrick," I say. She nods.

"Me too."

She sits there for like five minutes, not doing anything.

"Sooo, why aren't you calling him?" I ask impatiently.

"Because I don't want my pubes waxed off or some shit, thank you."

I just make a face and I hear the cop snicker behind us.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, you dick," Hailey blurts. The cop throws his hand to his pocket, where my eyes follow and see a taser. Seriously?

"Oh, just calm your dick, she's not going to do anything to you and your poor taser," I say, annoyed. He just glares at me, and Hailey dials Patrick's number. He's going to be pissed just getting a phone call at 5:00 am, the fact that were calling from a jail is going to make him fucking outraged.

Hailey sits there for a couple seconds, waiting for him to answer.

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*Patrick's POV*

"Ughhhhh," I groan, hearing my cell phone ring. I begrudgingly get out of my bunk, trudging over to the table in the kitchen where I had it charging. I look at the caller ID, but I don't recognize the number. Should I answer it? After a second of debating, I just say fuck it and slide my finger over the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Um, Patrick?"

Wait- is that Hailey? It sounds like her. "Hailey? Is that you? Where the hell are you and why are you calling from a random number?" I gasp. "You didn't... Stay with someone did you? Hailey-"