The Bad Boy and the Badder Girl

and the police

November 13th, 142 days before

It was now just past 1 a.m and here I am, sitting here with a drunken school yearbook and student council president, a previously drugged religious girl who wouldn't stop crying and praying, and Alice, who was sleeping on Emily's lap while Emily hummed Jessie J into her ear.

Me?

I on the other hand, was pacing back and fourth cursing myself for being such a fucked up idiot who decided it would be smart to take the three biggest goody-two-shoes's in the entire state to a college party.

And now look at where we are, a cold, grey, dull, hard as rock, jail cell.

Four and a half hours ago...

"COPS!!"

I immediately spring up, throwing my shirt on in the process. Practically jumping off the table, I went to the other room to look for the girls and get out of here. I don't want to get busted, again.

When I caught sight of the three girls I knew, I was not happy. A very drunk Paige was being supported by a very, very drunk Alice and a completely out of it Emily who was slow dancing with a lamp.

"What the fuck?! Paige, you weren't supposed to drink!" I yelled, grabbing them all and making my way out of the back door.

"I didn't! Someone gave me a bottle of water and now I see colours and bunnies everywhere." She said dreamily. I cursed under my breath and continued to push the girls out.

Once we were close to the car, I clicked the button making the lights blink.

"Girls! Go find he pretty lights!" They all "Ooh'ed and Aw'ed" and ran-well, stumbled- up to the jeep. I opened the doors as quickly as possible and basically threw them all in the backseat.

"Fuck!" I yelled, startling them. I was tipsy, Emily was drunk, Paige was high and Alice was no help because not only has she never driven a car before, but she is also a lightweight and is drunk after one shot.

"Well, I guess I'm driving. Do not try this at home." I muttered, turning the keys in the ignition and pulling out of the driveway.

I've driven drunk before, worse then how I am now and I was fine. I could see everything-a little fuzzy but still- and I knew when a car was coming so we wouldn't get busted if I stayed within the speed limit.

Three minutes later, I was ten miles over the speed limit and didn't realize until I heard the sound of sirens. I quickly sprayed some febreeze to try and mask the alcohol stench before pulling the jeep over.

"Is there a problem officer?" I asked sweetly, flashing a smile.

"Are you aware of what speed you were travelling at?" He asked, pulling his sunglasses off his face.

"72?"

"75, that's eleven miles over the limit here." I put on a shocked expression, quickly thinking up a lie.

"Really? I thought that's what the limit was." I trailed off, then started again. "Oh! I get it I just moved here from Canada, I guess it just takes a while for me to get used to the new rules. Do you think you could get write me off with a warning?"

He pursed his lips, eyeing the three girls who where-thankfully- being quiet.

"I'm going to need your name to do a quick background check, just to make sure you're being honest here." I nodded, knowing that if I gave them my real name a whole shit load of bad stuff would come up, definitely not getting me off with a warning. But if I used a fake name I would be in even deeper shit.