Chloe's World

I get arrested

"What do you want to do?" I wondered to Mason. It was a Friday night and all we were doing was lying in Mason's bed. His arms were wrapped around my waist and his chin was resting on the back of my neck. I could tell his eyes were shut.

"I don't know," he mumbled. "I kind of just want to sleep."

I let out a frustrated sigh. I didn't want to sleep. Sometimes I felt like all I did with Mason was sleep. But that was his favorite activity apparently. Well, that and getting high.

"I don't like being the small spoon," I grumbled. "Can we switch?"

Now Mason let out his own frustrated sigh. But he flipped over anyway and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I pressed my face up against his freshly washed t-shirt, taking in a big whiff of the smell of laundry detergent.

I tried to close my eyes. But I couldn't. My brain was wired at the moment. I needed to be doing something.

"Mason," I moaned.

He muttered something back. The sound didn't seem human.

"Can we do something?"

He took a deep breath right before stretching a hand out and turning on the light. He sat up with his hands over his face. I bolted up right next to him, bouncing up and down like a little kid on a sugar rush.

"Ok," Mason sighed as he wiped the eye boogers away. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know!" I exclaimed.

"Have sex?"

"No. We did that already."

"Well I don't know what else we could do." Mason started to fall backwards but I grabbed his shirt, pulling him back to me. He shot me an exhausted smile. "If you are so bored maybe you should just go home."

"I can't! I can't stand being in the same room with Robin, remember?"

"What are you two doing?" Derrick's voice made me jump. Mason and I both looked toward his doorway to see Derrick, leaning up against the entrance. He was staring right at us. A smile had slithered onto his face.

I don't know why, but I found myself reaching for Mason's hand. Mason had assured me that even though Derrick had a violent past, he would never lay a hand on me. I believed him, but I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Nothing Derrick," Mason muttered. "Why don't you go?"

But Derrick didn't leave. Instead he leaped onto the bed, doing a belly flop onto the mattress. I fought off the urge to scramble off of the bed. I just pulled myself in closer to Mason.

Derrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a vibrating phone. It was mine.

"You left it on the kitchen counter," he informed as he placed it into my palm. "You've gotten like a dozen calls from somebody named Robin? Looks like you might have some competition, Mason."

"It's her aunt," Mason replied to his brother.

I didn't want to answer it. But I knew if I didn't, the phone would have never stopped ringing. So I put the phone up to my ear. "What?"

"Chloe?" Robin sounded as if she couldn't decide on a tone, rage or fear. "Where are you?"

"I'm at Mason's house," I answered coolly.