Unlike You

Ten

Lawrence refused to drive with us to the police station. Ever since we left ten minutes ago, he has been acting strange. I don't want to think too far into it, but how can I not? 

Jared and I pull up into the police station parking lot to see that Lawrence is already here. He's waiting by his bike, biting his fingers, anxiously. Jared parks next to him, cutting the car, and giving Lawrence a questioning look.

"Who is he again?" Jared asks. I see his hands grip the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles appear white.

"Jealous?" I ask, smirking.

"No," he growls.

"Okay, fighter, calm down. He's just a friend from support group," I assure him. I smile at him before hopping out of the car and walking over to Lawrence. His eyes flick from side to side, not meeting mine. I grab the hand that has his thumb wedge between his teeth, and make him look at me. His bruises are getting darker and the blood has stopped dripping from his nose. 

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just, uh, never really liked police stations," he laughs nervously. He's hiding something. I don't exactly know what, but I don't really want to push it right now. I'm about to answer when I feel someone dig their fingers into my side. I jump in surprise and slap Jared who's laughing behind me. I rub my side which I can already feel bruising.

Asswipe.

"Jerk! Jared this is Lawrence, Lawrence this is Jared, Amy's brother," I introduce. Jared holds out his hand for Lawrence to shake, but Lawrence just scoffs and looks away. Jared shifts uncomfortably and brings his hand back to his side.

"Is your friend almost here, it's cold," Lawrence complains. I roll my eyes and punch his arm.

"Man up," I tease, "she should be here any second." Sure enough, a black Corolla pulls up next to Lawrence's bike with Sharon in the front seat. She steps out in her full uniform. As her eyes catch mine, she smiles, then she's not. Her eyes trail over my body expectantly an she frowns. I look down questioningly and grimace at my appearance. I am still in my tank top from when I took off my sweatshirt to wipe off Lawrence's blood and it has also risen up slightly from when I rubbed it after Jared jabbed me in the side.

"Hampton," she states daringly.

"Sharon, it's not what it looks like. I swear," I assure her. Her glare moves from me to Lawrence who's face looks like it was beat up with a stick, and her glare hardens. Oh, shit.

"Did he hit his head on the headboard?" she hisses, her intense stare on a worried Lawrence.

"Wait, what?!" Jared asks - quiet loudly I might add.

"We didn't do anything!" Lawrence and I yell at the same time. We turn to each other, grins on our faces.

"Alright, but if I found out you did, I'll staple your mini you to your forehead," Sharon threatens. Lawrence put his heads up in mock surrender. 

"Eh, she's not even that pretty," he teases. My mouth drops open and I punch his stomach.

"Asshole!" I laugh.

"Alright, alright. What do you need to see again?" 

"We need to see the weapon that was used to kill Amy," I answer.

Sharon nods. "Why do you have these two gentlemen with you exactly?"

"Sidekicks," I answer with a smirk.

"Hey!" Lawrence says.

"I am offended, Ser," Jared replies. I feel Lawrence tense up next to me, not exactly knowing why, but I ignore it.