She's Kind of a Disaster

14- Shut Up

The holding cell is large and now full of all of the people that they'd caught at the fight club, including me and Shaw. Luckily, they're not pressing charges but we do have to wait here until somebody can pick us up, which is just so great. 

"I can't believe I got arrested," I say to Shaw as we sit down on the bench together. Because there's so many people in here, it was nearly impossible for us to get the bench but Shaw is so respected within his circle that they just moved out of his way. His knuckles are bruised, he's got a black eye and a slightly split lip but this fight was obviously easier than the one last week because he doesn't look nearly as bad. Me, on the other hand, my head is aching, my nose has barely stopped bleeding, and my shirt is covered in the blood from it. 

"I can't believe you got into a fight," He mumbles, leaning his head back against the cement wall. "I'm not taking you back there again, that's for sure."

"What?" I look at him in shocked confusion. I have such a good time going to the fights with him, I don't want him to stop taking me. "Why not?"

"Because if you want to hurt yourself, I'm not going to help you do it," He explains. "You can do whatever you want, I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I'm not going to help you do it. I brought you with me so that you could blow off some steam, not get yourself killed."

"I was just blowing off steam," I tell him.

"Well, if you're not with me, they won't let you through the door so you're not going back," He tells me again and he makes it sound so final, like he's my father telling me what to do. And he really does make the decision because I can't go without him.

"Fine," I decide. I want to be angry at him for trying to make the decision for me when I'm an adult, I can decide to put myself in danger if I want to. But he's doing it because he cares about me I think, and it feels good to be cared about, so I don't mind too much. "Does anybody know that you're here?"

"I told them to call my mom but she won't come," Shaw says with a bitter shrug. 

"If I ever told my parents that I'm in here, they'd lose their minds," I say with a small laugh at just the thought of what they would do. "I told them that my brother will pick is both up."

"Why'd you do that?"

"I was the first person that you called last time. That's what you said, anyway," I explain to him. "So I wasn't sure if there was anybody else that you could call."

"I'm not going down on your brother," Shaw finds it necessary to tell me. "That deal was only for you."

"What? Oh no, he's going to be so disappointed," I say sarcastically. "I already told him that that was the deal."

"That deal for you, however," He ignores my joke and leans farther into my side. "Has no expiration date. You've still got a couple of hours to cash in."

"Shut up," I say quickly, looking away from him as my face goes red. My embarrassment just makes him laugh. "We might be stuck here all night though, Jesse might not come. I did threaten to out him to our homophobic parents on my way out of the apartment tonight."

"Fuck him," He scoffs. "He deserves it."

"He deserves my hatred," I tell him. "But he doesn't deserve theirs. He looked so devastated, but... I don't know. I was so mad, I couldn't see past it."

"He'll show," Shaw tries to reassure me, but he can't know for sure. 

"Bradshaw and Bishop," As if on cue, an officer outside of the holding cell calls out and Bishop is my last name so I stand up and Shaw comes with me. I guess Shaw is a nickname for his last name Bradshaw then. We walk out of the cell together and he says goodbye to some of the people that he knows that are still stuck in there.