Like Driving Toward the Morning Sun || Frerard (COMPLETED)

Chapter 10- An A grade is just a grade.

I didn't stay at Gerard's for long.

It got to about 8 and I chose to leave, deciding I could go the long way home and maybe have time to stargaze alone before curfew.

He hugged me before I left and said a quiet 'thank you' although I wasn't really sure why. I'd done nothing worth thanking.

And then I was stargazing again.

The meteor was brighter tonight- the intensity of its blue glow had gotten brighter every night, but I guess that was expected; it was soaring towards us, closer every time I lay my eyes upon it.

And I guess I lost track of time gazing at the stars because, before I knew it, a cop was standing over me.

It took me a moment to realise and I sat up the moment I did, looking at the guy.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" He asked.

He sounded pissed.

I shook my head.

"Are you drunk?"

Again, I shook my head.

"Under the influence of drugs?"

"No."

The guy hesitated, then sat by me, his expression softening a little, "my daughter likes stargazing, too." He said, looking over at me.

I smiled uncertainly, willing him to leave me alone.

"But, it's an hour past curfew." He said, going stern again, "you need to come with me."

I reluctantly got up, not in the mood to be manhandled, and let him take me to his car.

The blue lights were on. I found it weirdly exciting and was tempted to ask him to put the siren on, but decided I didn't want to get into any more shit.

"It's unsafe to go home now." He said, opening the back door for me, "so, unfortunately, you're gonna sleep in a cell tonight."

My jaw dropped and I got in the car, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

"This won't go on your permanent record- but it'll be a warning for next time. Don't get lost in space."

I nodded slowly and he started driving off.

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The cell was cramped.

My bed that night was essentially a slab of concrete attached to the wall with a single piss coloured pillow chucked on top of it.

It wasn't very high security- if I knew how to pick locks, I could've gotten out fairly easily. They let me wear my own clothes, too, which was a relief. I think I would've started crying if I had to wear old clothes.

Normally I don't care about that sort of stuff.

But I did today.

I didn't sleep much.

It took me an hour to get to sleep- I counted the minutes- and I woke up at about 5am when the sun began to rise and the birds started singing loudly.

They let me go home at 8, with another cheery warning to 'keep track of time'.

I know I probably won't.