"Hayden-"
"Don't!"
"I just-"
"Don't!"
"I wanna say-"
"I don't wanna hear it!"
"I'm sorry."
I turned to Charlotte and gave her the biggest, baddest glare I could possibly muster, "You know what? Its alright, yeah, its perfectly alright, that I'm here sitting behind bars, in ripped jeans, with my ass hanging out, my mom on the way, and a future of permanent 'grounded-ness' awaiting me! But hey, like I said, its perfectly alright!"
She shrank back, "I said I was sorry and your butt isn't that bad, to be honest.."
"Stop checking out my butt!" I hissed, looking through the jail bars, "Okay, okay, breathe, this will all be over soon, Moms gonna come and get me, and she's gonna kill me, but that's okay, because being dead is better than catching an STD from using the bathroom here yeah? Yeah."
"God, calm down, its not that bad," Charlotte snorted, flipping through a TEEN magazine.
Wait, how did she get that?
"How did you- wait, never mind, I don't wanna know," I sighed, sitting back down on a bench.
"Are you sure you wanna do that?" Charlotte asked, never once looking up from her magazine.
"Do what?"
"Sit on a jail bench that probably has more syphilis than your average prostitute," she looked up at me, "with your pants ripped right across your hoo-ha.
I stood up immediately.
She giggled, and returned to her magazine, absolutely oblivious to the fact that we were behind bars for breaking into a store that probably had nothing worth stealing.
"This is all a game to you, yeah?" I growled, "We're behind bars, Charlotte, bars! All because you wanted to sneak into that stupid convenience store, tell me, exactly what, what exactly did you need so bad that we had to steal it?!"
"Itching powder."
My eye twitched, "itching powder?"
"And a Snickers bar, ooh, and also, some green apple vodka. But mostly, itching powder."
"I ruined a pair of Levis for itching powder?" I said softly, the shock finally getting to me.
"I told you not to wear those," she defended.
I sighed, "I give up."
"Alrighty, O'Ryan, Reynolds, your parents are here to bail you out," The cop that arrested us said as he walked into the room, the keys attached to his belt produced annoying little jingles every time he took a step, "Now, I'm letting you both off with a warning, this doesn't go into your records, because I'm too lazy to do the paperwork concerned with this," he said, scratching his beard, "but next time, this goes on both of your records, and little miss O'Ryan, here goes to that little school for criminals," he smirked and Charlotte rolled her eyes.
Wait, there's a school for criminals?
The officer led us out of the cell and towards the waiting room, where I could see my mom nervously play with a her car keys, holding a pair of my white washed jeans, probably the first pair of jeans she saw and grabbed before racing here.
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