The Favor (BOOK 1 & BOOK 2 INCLUDED)

26. I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way

I was absolutely baffled of the events that just occurred.

Did I just get arrested?

I asked myself this question over and over again in my head, until they put me in a cell with many other women. These women were nothing like me. They looked tough and rebellious, and I've seen the movies. You do not ever sit in a spot that is "vacant" because it never is. There is a strong percentage that a woman will approach you and tell you that you're sitting in "her spot" and before you can defend yourself, you will be punched in the face. So, I stood right where I was, next to the door.

The women all looked at me, shaking their heads and laughing. I felt my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

I was extremely confused about what happened. I certainly did not bring alcohol to prom, and I had a strong feeling that Gillian was the one who "reported" me. It adds up. She saw me talking to Brendon, and then he broke up with her and she must think it has something to do with me because I'm just a "shedevil focused on ruining everyone's lives." Her words, not mine.

And who knows what she would have done if she hadn't reported me and I was there to stick around after Brendon's speech.

Speaking of his speech, I was over the moon. I was still really confused but I was so happy. There's no way it could be fake, I mean so many people probably got that on video and he's not the type to speak publicly about anything.

But the cute feeling was being overruled by anger. I shouldn't be in jail right now.

"How'd you get in here?" The girl standing next to me says. Her hair is black with dyed ends, she's wearing combat boots, ripped black jeans, a flannel tied around her waist and a Nirvana tank. She also is wearing a bandana as a headband. She had many many piercings along with multiple tattoos. No offense to people who like that, but she looked like trouble and I was not looking for trouble anytime soon.

"Brought liquor to prom." I inform blatantly, looking straight ahead. Everyone is listening to our conversation.

They all snicker, and start to whisper. Probably about me.

Time passes, and people are starting to mind their own business. This was a pretty big cell, with lots of women. Every once in a while a few of them started to yell at each other for dumb reasons. They were very loud, too so there would always be an officer to keep them apart.

I rested my head against a bar, closing my eyes. This was stressing me out, a lot. I'd been here a while now, and nothing was happening. I assumed my mom would have showed up angry and bailed me out by now, but nope. Nothing was happening.

I heard echoing footsteps from the hall on the concrete ground. Everyone was looking except for me. I really didn't care who was here or not.

"Lily," I heard a familiar voice. My eyes open, and I turn around.

Well, now everyone in here knows my name is Lily.

In his handsome glory, I see Brendon before me. He just finds me everywhere, doesn't he?

"How did you get in here?!" I question.

"Stephen works at the front office. He let me come back here as long as I didn't do anything."

"Well why are you here anyways?"

"Because I didn't finish telling you what I was trying to say."

"This can wait. I'm a bit preoccupied right now, I mean, I'm in jail."

"No, it can't wait. I started and now I'm finishing." He looked at me seriously from the other side of the cell.

I gulped. Was he really going to tell me this now? I'm in jail for crying out loud!