Not Your Typical Love Story

Chapter Eleven

When the apple ringtone bursts to life from the back pocket of my jeans, it makes both of us jump. It was up on full volume, and we'd been quiet in the car for the last ten minutes after the awkwardness of my latest bomb. Neither me nor Chase knew what to say, and I don't really think either of us really wanted to say anything anyways.

I grinned apologetically as I dug it out and slid my finger across the screen to take the call. I didn't even bother looking at the caller ID, willing to talk to anyone rather than stew in suffocating silence. "Hello?" I sat into the phone timidly, waiting to see who had called.

The person on the other end immediately responds, their voice monotone as they give me almost rehearsed information. I don't recognize the voice, but it's obvious where the call is coming from. I groan when they tell me why they've called, rolling my eyes as I internally groan and wrinkle my nose in annoyance.

I'd started this day hoping for a nice, relaxing Saturday. And now I was just hoping to get back home and do what I'd originally planned: sit around all day binge watching Netflix. Was it too much to ask for?

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, the curse slipping from my lips before I can even think to watch my mouth with authority on the other side of the line.

This is such a pain in my ass.

My evident frustration makes Chase glance toward me with a curious look, eyebrow raised in question and also amusement. I smack his arm and point towards the road, reprimanding him. We don't need to get into an accident just because Chase is nosy.

"Thank you, officer, we'll be there," I say as I end the call, sighing as I run a hand through my hair, tugging lightly at the strands.

"Officer?" Chase's surprise shows through his tone, but I don't bother looking at his face to confirm any reactions. He's no stranger from these kinds of calls. Hell, he's been the reason behind a few before. But I have to keep in mind that Chase is still a slight stranger to me now. I'm not the same girl I was back then, but for now, that person is all he knows. "What exactly were you talking about?"

I ignore the question, not willing to deal with the headache. If I answer one thing, it will only give him more questions to fire at me, and I don't need that.

"Please head to the police station. We need to pick someone up." I sigh as I lean back against the seat, dragging my hands down my face as I drop my phone to my lap haphazardly. Chase looks worried for me, but does what I ask of him, immediately switching lanes to head in the right direction.

He does a mock two-finger salute, face stern as he makes his voice go lower. "Yes, ma'am."

The corner of my lips quirk up into a smile just the slightest bit.

***

If you put a blindfold on me, stuck me in the police station and told me to find something, I could probably do it with little problem. That's how many times I've been there.

I'm well acquainted with a lot of the staff by this point, well enough that they'd basically send me home with a muffin basket and an order to say hi to my mother for them.

I'm not lying, they've done it before.

When I stroll in through the entrance, there are already several people who greet me upon entering before they continue on with their work. They can guess why I'm here without being told. There's only two possible options, and since I'm not the one in cuffs this time, they can figure it out for themselves.