Situations Are Irrelevant Now

Rain

Chapter 25: Rain

Upon waking up in an empty bed, I jumped upright and scanned the room. Where was Ronnie?

As if on cue, drunken memories from last night flooded back into my head. That's right...he was arrested for beating the shit out of Craig at the bar...

Just as I was about to scream into the nearest pillow, there was a knock at the door. Not too surprisingly, Craig peered into my bedroom.

"You can come in. I don't bite," I joked, scooting over so there was plenty of room for him to sit on the bed.

He laughed nervously as he shut the door and made his way over to Ronnie's side of the bed. "I...I don't even know where to begin, Megan," he sighed. "Last night did not go according to plan, and now there's no way Ronnie will ever not hate me."

I felt awkward as I traced circles on his back in what hopefully translated into a comforting gesture. "Sometimes it takes a while to get Ronnie to like you. Believe it or not, until we started dating, he hated me, too."

Craig snickered. "Are you suggesting that in time...Ronnie and I will be dating?"

I shared in his laughter as I imagined the two of them frolicking through a park and holding hands. "Anything is possible I guess."

+Ronnie's POV+

The sliver of light entering the cell indicated that it was definitely morning. I needed some new scenery and I needed it now. This bed in here was useless – not like I'd be able to sleep anyway. My mind was racing with various revenge schemes and escape plots.

As soon as I heard keys jingling, I ceased pacing and leaned up against the bars. Just as I predicted, it was the guard – Barney – who came down the hall, most likely heading to the cafeteria for a donut or two like he did every hour. I noticed that his key ring was fastened tightly on his belt, which was trapped beneath an unflattering roll of fat.

I inhaled deep breaths, silently hoping that the choice to take theatre as an elective in high school would benefit me now. Once Barney was in range, I wobbled along the barred door and started screaming.

"Whoa man," I said, clutching the bars. "Why are these walls on fire?" I was impressed at the sound of sheer terror in my tone.

Barney rolled his eyes and stopped in front of my cell. "Are you high or something, Radke? The walls ain't on fire."

I scoffed. "You must be high, officer. I can feel the heat."

Although he clearly did not believe me, he didn't return to the hallway either. Instead, he gave me a squinted, skeptical look as he reached for his flashlight. He shone the light in my right eye, probably looking for any remaining signs of intoxication.

As subtly as possible, I reached between the bars until my arms were on either side of his head. "Thanks for the help, Barn," I sneered, slamming his head into the metal bars. He fell to the ground in a heap, but hadn't completely lost consciousness.

Seeing as time was of the essence, I grabbed the keys, opened the door, and bolted down the hall, all while trying to look as innocent as possible.

Innocent would be the last word I would use to describe me – especially with all the exciting things I have planned for Megan and Craig.

+ Megan's POV +

I groaned as I fell out of my chair for the third time in the last ten minutes. Max and one of the guys from BTF were performing for the rest of us using pizza toppings as their props. The moment I saw them shirtless emerge from the kitchen with pepperoni and sausage bits all over their chests, I doubled over with laughter – hence my current position on the floor.