Jail for Juniors.

Chapter 12 - Beaches and Bitches.

Luce is a maniac.

I can say that in the nicest way, I love her, but she's completely insane.

"STAY STILL!" She shrieked at me as I tried to pull my head out of her grip.

"HELL NO!" I struggled, trying to get her off me. "YOU'VE ALREADY BURNT MY HALF MY HAIR OUT OF MY HEAD, NOT THE OTHER HALF! I LIKE NOT BEING BALD!"

"SHUT UP!" She yelled back, pulling me into the chair.

"Stop moving!" Tina growled as she pulled out a eyeliner pencil. "Luce, stop burning her head off."

"But it looks so pretty!"

"I realize that-" I go to look down at my hair but I feel Luce slap my hand down and snarl at me.

"NO!" And with that she went on torturing my poor burnt head as Tina stabbed out my eyes with the pencil with Mia in the background pondering about what skirt would go with which shirt or weather I should wear jeans, even though the weather is warm, it'll probably get cold as it gets darker and all that bull.

Three hours later after being forced into a multiple amount of clothing they decided on a pair of dark washed out jeans and a white blouse. I was pulled out of the chair and pushed in front of a mirror.

I'm not going to lie, I was impressed.

They had washed away the marks and tear tracks with makeup and left my hair down, covering the nasty bruises on my neck courtesy of Emmett. The shirt covered the blemishes on my upper arms and wrists and the jeans... well, the jeans made my butt look good.

Simple as that.

"You should be thanking us right now," Luce said from behind me. "We did a damn good job! You looked like horse crap before!"

"....Thanks?"

Luce huffed, blowing her fringe away from her face, shaking her head. "Come on, we're meeting the guys at the beach in-" She checked her watch and let out a puff of air exasperatedly. "Now. Go go go!" She yelled, shoving us out of the house, grabbing her keys from the sideboard and slammed the door behind us. We jumped into the jeep as Mia caught the keys and started it, driving at a rate that must be illegal.

Back to normal.

For the time being anyway.

"WHAT TOOK SO LONG!" Ethan yelled across the sandy beach. I laughed as he crossed his arms, pouted and shook his head as we skidded to halt onto the sand and got out. We ran across the beach away from the cool air and closer to the campfire.

The sky was streaked with color, the dark blue background with pink and purple streaked across it, like someone had smeared paint across the cosmos, the small stars shining brightly through the clouds. The sand was golden brown and warm with the dark, reflective water lapping at the cove, the tide going out.

We sat down on the sand as the boys and Mia began poking holes through the marsh mellows and putting them all on a plate so everyone could have some. I took one and pushed it into the flames, watching the gooey stubstance begin to toast.

"So Hales," Taylor said, opening a bottle of beer with his teeth. "How's school?"

"Do we have to talk about this?"

"Well, yeah we do." Tina said, raising an eyebrow at me, completely unamused. "Since we only found out from your brother who told us 'that bitch? She's goin' Jail!' and then rode off in his Mercedes doing what I presume, was a native African call. So I think we have a pretty good reason to want to know what the fuck is going on."