Because I Can.

4). Apology

"I hate you" Marc sighed as he ran his hand through his ebony black hair which made him look frightening under the dim lights of the cell. I guess trying to break into the school and keep an already rotten egg sandwich in Carter's locker backfired.

"Oh c'mon" I whined, "wasn't it fun" I nudged.

"No" he said darkly causing me to nervously back away.

"Why? Why do we always end up here?" Marti sighed.

"Stop complaining!" I whined, "if it wasn't for Matt, we wouldn't be in here"

"Who's Matt?" Adam asked.

"That guy" I pointed at Marc.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Trudy giggled as she laid down on the tiny bed in the corner of the room.

"It's Marc" Marc growled.

"Chill out bruh!" I laughed nervously.

"Can someone make her shut up?" Trudy said as she covered her eyes with her arm as an attempt to sleep.

"Nobody can make the great Bryce shu-" I was rudely cut off.

"Kids, you're free to go" Officer Rogers said as he casually swung the keys around.

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"Isn't this like your second time this week!" Dad yelled as he was glaring daggers at the road in front of us.

Poor road.

"Dad, I didn't me-"

"Just stop Bryce, you're lucky you frickin' have good grades or you would be grounded for the rest of the year" he spat.

"So, I'm not grounded" I asked, full of hope.

"Woah, Woah, Woah, you're still grounded, you're grounded for 2 months"

"But da-" My cry of protest was cut short.

"3 months"

"Oh c'mo-"

"Four months!"

I guess my protests won't do anything.

"I'm going to Briton today, so you better listen to your mom, alright" Dad sighed as he ran his hand through his blonde hair.

I nod my head because if I do I'm just going to regret it.

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As I lazily began doing my homework, the banging of something against my window immediately distracted me.

I kept my leg down and walked towards the window and swung it open to see Ryan hiding something behind his back. Flowers I suppose, cliché piece of shit.

"Hi?" He shrugged as he smiled sheepishly under my glare.

"What?" I spat in the most venomous tone I could muster up. "If it wasn't for you, I would've been sleeping over at Trudy's house instead of of doing homework and trying to entertain myself with my clickey pen!"

"Is it too late now to say sorry!" He sang out in a melodious voice which made my knees weak for atleast a second. He lifted the expected bouquet of red roses.

Dipshit.

"Yes!" I yelled as I swung the window shut which was being followed by the sudden yank of my curtain to cover the window up.

Why was he doing this? Can't he be happy that I'm out of his hair?

I can't even remember why he's at my window with flowers in his hand.