Scandalous (Slow Updates)

Two

Song: Hot Stuff- Donna Summer

"Ah, hot stuff. You're always the one to 'coincidentally' drive the car I'm in," I let out a small giggle and patted hot stuff's shoulder. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you got a thing for me."

Hot stuff sighed and glanced at me in the mirror, clearly unamused by my antics. "Miss. Bell, I would suggest you keep quiet. You're already in a lot of trouble."

I folded my arms across the open window, letting me see the front part of the cop car. Hot stuff was sitting in the passenger's seat while another cop was driving the car. Aside from being able to tell two other people were in the car, everything else was blurry and disoriented. The nickname had fit him perfectly. He had the perfect messy blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and his body had to have been practically crafted by God himself. The way his officer shirt stretched tightly over his biceps was enough to make every girl stare at him with heart eyes and drool running down the side of their mouth.

"Trouble is my middle name, hot stuff," I winked, and he rolled his eyes. "Speaking of, you and I could make some trouble together."

I winked again, which was probably more like closing both of my eyes by then, and hot stuff pinched the bridge of his nose. He remained silent for a moment before he turned half way in his seat and stared at me. My smile grew bigger, and I could tell he was holding in another sigh.

"You need to be quiet, young lady. Wait until you see who's coming."

"Who's coming? My family doesn't care."

"We called your mother."

I dramatically gasped and placed the back of my hand against my forehead, acting as if I was fainting. It was no secret that my mother and I didn't have the greatest relationship. I stared at hot stuff with fake wide eyes. "Oh no, not my wealthy, conceited bitch of a mother! What ever shall I do!?"

I stayed serious for a moment, while hot stuff shot me a dry look, and then I busted out laughing. Hot stuff rolled his eyes yet again as we pulled into the police station. The other guard hopped out of the car and grabbed me, and hot stuff followed behind us. Once we were in the station and the other officer started to direct me toward my cell, I glanced over my shoulder at hot stuff and blew him a kiss.

"See ya later, hot stuff!" He shook his head, and I chuckled as the guard placed me in my cell. He removed my cuffs and sighed as he walked out of the cell and locked it.

"Welcome back, Miss. Bell," He muttered, and I chuckled again as he walked away. I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling, throwing the bouncy ball in my pocket up and down. I hummed a song quietly, waiting for the complaining I knew would come. It was always the same ritual.

"I'm here. What did Kara do this time?"

Ah, there it was.

I rolled my eyes as I continued to throw my bouncy ball and listened to the cop go over what happened with my mother, and the underage drinking charge that I knew she would have expunged, not to help me out, but to maintain her pristine reputation with the town. I could hear her sigh numerous times, and they weren't sighs of exhaustion-- they were sighs of irritation. My mother had a problem with anything that involved me. She only cared about how I could get money and how I could benefit her campaign as mayor of the town for three years straight, which was never, thanks to my reputation.

So, to conclude, my mother didn't really care what I did or when I did it. All she cared about was keeping me behind the scenes so her life seemed picture perfect. She had to have every piece perfection could offer— perfect body, perfect smile, perfect campaign, perfect friends, perfect husband— although, that one never exactly worked out that well because no man was able stand to be with her for more than twenty-four hours— and most of all, perfect life without her imperfect, bad daughter.