{Rose's POV}
"Get out." He said sternly.
"Why?" I snapped.
"Because. Your under arrest." He snapped back.
"No, actually, I'm not."
"Yes, yes you are."
"No."
"Yeh."
"Noh."
"Yes."
"No."
"Do you wannt to stay for 2 years?"
"Nawh."
"Well gert out."
I groaned.
"You little Shit your supposed to be only driving not eating and driving."
"I really like that name, Louis. Stretch it out because I'm sooooo concited." I said sarcastically.
"Mmkay little shit." He said, and pushed my head inside the other car. I rolled my eyes. Fucking bastard.
"Yeh, hello. My name is.. Cawtah, and I'm her lawyah." Joshua said in an accent, pointing to me. "Its time for har trial."
The police guard let me out, and I linked arms with him. He winked at me, and I winked back. Once we walked out, he looked at my face.
"Yo, what happened?" He asked.
"Nothing; why?"
"Your eye." He stated. "Its purple-r than.. than... than the crayon that's purple."
"Oh, some bitch punched me. No worries."
"Who?"
"Louis."
"Louis...?"
"Louis Tomlinson."
"That little bastard." He clentched his fists.
"Don't worry boo." I said, using the name he likes when I say it. "He is forever gone."
"Good." He said, pecking my cheek. I almost forgot we were together.
I took a black dress midthigh, and slipped it on. It had a white bow right under my breasts. It didn't make me look innocent, but it wasn't slutty either. I put on black pumps, and curled my hair. After I finished, I put on burning red lip stick, and put on a dark smokey-eye look. When I was done, I grabbed my black clutch with my money and phone inside. I walked about a mile away, and finally heard the booming music. I walked inside, and spun on the stool. The waitor behind the table vame up to me, and propped his elbows, and looked at me and behind me. I turned around and saw some hot guy there. I winked at him and turned back around.
"Anythang I could get fo y'all?" His accent asked.
"Oooh, your accent though!" I squealed. He laughed. "And that is cute!"
I pointed to the ring on his eyebrow.
"Tanks." He said.
"I'll get a beer."
"Ooh, woman taking a man driink!"
I laughed. "That's me being awesome."
"You see that guy over there?" The waitor asked, pointing to a dark-haired blond boy.
"Yeah."
"He's cute."
"Wait.. your gay?"
"Are you going to make fun of me for it?"
