You Can't Make Me

Now What

Katelyn's P.O.V.

"We're going to jail..." He said after the ambulance arrived.

"It was s-self defense..." I was still shook up about the whole thing, "right?!"

"It will be fine, just... Let's hope he survives, okay?" He whispered to me.

"We need you to come with us." An officer said, leading us to the cop car.

As we got in the back I started to panic.

Why aren't we wearing handcuffs?! How did I get myself into this mess?!

"It will be okay." Travis said, I could tell he was scared.

"Travis, if we go to jail, promise me one thing..." I said, looking at him.

"Of course, what is it?" He asked me, a bit worried.

"Promise me that you will still think of horrible pickup lines to tell me." I smiled a bit, trying to listen the mood.

"I would have done that anyways." He smiled, he then hugged me.

This was different than the flirtatious Travis that I knew.