How I met Jade [ NOT COMPLETED ]

5. Who called me an Uber ?

Who called me an Uber ?

Jade's POV

Guess what ?

Yup you're right.

I spent the night in jail.

I wasn't to upset because this isn't my first time and well quite frankly it doesn't look like it's going to be my last. Most people would see me as a GG. Or point to me and say hey she's really pretty and seems really nice I bet she never gets into any trouble... WRONG. Life's a dick and I'm the saddest little asshole that's always getting fucked.

Wow did I just ..

Never mind.

Currently I am sitting on a ice cold metal bed. So cold that you could get hyperthermia just from one touch. Okay okay I'm exaggerating but they didn't even provide me any pillows or blankets. Rude much. My Back has been aching since I've been arrested. Maybe I should sue the NYPD. What am I saying ? These people have no money.

I scoff at myself and look around the tiny cell again spotting a rat the size of football on one of the officers desk eating his half bitten most likely stale, glazed donut.

Gosh I think I'm going to puke.

I lay back down flat on my back  looking up at the molded ceilings.

"In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories ." I say chiming with the weird music at the end.

It's amazing how I can remember the opening line of Law and Order but never any math equations or Shakespeare poems.

"Miss Beckley all charges have been dropped and your ride is here to pick you up."

I quickly sit up and wonder to myself if I called a ride. To my surprise I didn't. The only two phone numbers I know by heart are 911 and my mother's cell. I wouldn't call that lady even if I was being attacked by a pack of wolves and she was this genius wolf hunter and the only person who could save me. Yeah that's right I'm so stubborn that I'll let myself get chewed up into tiny pieces before ever speaking to her again.

My point is I didn't call anyone so who is my "ride".

"Come on lady I don't have all day." The overly sized officer said posing against the wall.

I stand up from the Icy bed and make my way out the cell.

Free at last.

"I don't think sprinkles are suppose to be brown." I laughed and exited the department breathing in the fresh air of New York City. Well New York's air is filled with pollution but it smells ten times better than the dump I was sniffing a minute ago.

I searched around for my mother's broke down emerald green granny van but there wasn't one in sight. Thank God. I then looked for a limo or a helicopter that says Emerson's company on the side. No sign of my father either.

I walked to the last step down but first step up sitting on it looking around the parking lot. I feel like that one lonely kid that have been let out of school and has to wait hours for their parents to come pick them up but they never show so the kid starts walking home. Yeah, that happened more than a couple of times. I lived ten miles away from my elementary school.