Fourth Of July

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Jacks P.O.V

I yawn softly, eyes cracking open from the noise of my alarm. I slam my hand down on it and roll to my back. I swallow and look at the window. I sit up, stretching softly and look at the mess of clothes around my room. I smile softly and place my feet on the cool hardwood.

time skip-

I waltz into Marks room after the bell rings, seeing a few kids linger. I see one girl talking to him and he glances at me. His lip curls softly and pays attention to her again.

I smile and set my stuff down, going behind his desk and picking up his phone. The girls mouth hangs open and I raise an eyebrow. "I didn't know you were letting Jack do what he wants. Hes usually a bad kid." She whispers but I still hear.

I scoff and roll my eyes, clicking into his camera. I take a few cute ones and a few silly before the phone is snatched from my grip. I gasp and see Mark over me. "Nice try." He clicks off his phone and slides it in his pocket. He picks me up and sets me on his desk. "Hi." I say.

"Hello Jack." He says and sits down. "You enjoy my show?" I ask and tilt my head innocently, kicking my feet. He nods merely before clicking into his emails. I pout at the lack of attention. "Mark." I whine. I start to reach out to him and he grabs my wrist. His eyes focus on the screen and then go wide. "Out." He snaps, getting up to straighten his jacket and tie. "Wha-" "I said get out Sean." He says coldly.

I frown and jerk my stuff off the floor. "Fine, fuck you." I growl and leave before anything else was said. On my way out, I pass what looks like a seemingly important man and cops walks by. I gulp and see them walk into Marks room. Needless to say, Ive never ran that fast.

I get home and lock myself in my room. I delete his number and text and look outside wearily. "Sean?" "WHAT!" I yell at my mom. She jolts and looks with sad eyes. "Someones here to see you."

I bound down the stairs and see two cops standing in the door way. "Hello, Im officer Proffitt." He sticks his big, calloused over hand to me. I shake it hesitantly and points to his partner. "This is Mr.Barry." I nod lightly. "Ill leave you to talk." My mom says

"Weve been told about a sexual relationship between one of the teachers on campus." I gulp as my ears burn. Lucky I know how to lie. "I wouldnt know aything about that." I say and cross my arms. "Sir-" "No you listen to me, Im not being blamed for this!" I growl.

"Sean please, we need to know." Barry pipes up. "Are you sexual active?" I scoff and step back. "Why the hell do you need to know that." I shiver and shake my head. "Know anyone named Mark?" Out of instinct I nod and smile. "Yeah, hes nice." I pipe. Barry grabs my wrist and I scream. "What the fuck!" I yell. "Youre under arrest for juvinial sexual activity on a public property and disorderly conduct of the use of a scholarship." He says carefully and handcuffs me. I wrench and Proffitt grabs my hair. "Stop struggling."

I whine and hang my head. "Im sorry." I mumble. "Sorry doesnt count. Youre spending the night in the Pent." He says and drags me out of the house.

They shove me in the back of the car. I see the locks on my wrist and frown. "Wheres Mark?" I ask for the 4th time. They both groan. "Would you shut up about him?" I frown more. "I want to know where he is and if he's safe." I say, getting annoyed. I'm already in trouble, why won't they tell me? "He's fine, he's on house arrest till his court date next week. Same for you, except we have to put you in there for a night for disorderly conduct." I roll my eyes and slump down in the seat, hitting my head against the glass in defiance. "You know, if you would have cooperated with us we wouldn't have this problem." I scuff and kick the back of their seats. Let's just say that didn't end well.

They drag my though the halls off the jail. The cool colors seem comforting and clean to some, but to me I want to scream. "We called your mom. She's coming to talk to you." "What?" I ask and look up from where they sat me. "Up," they say, ignoring my question. "Who told her-" "We need to make sure you're not holding anything before we place you in a holding cell." They state and jerk my to my feet

They shove me against a counter and make me spread my legs. Some other officer pats me down, pulling my shirt over my head. They lift my arms and check behind ears, my smug looking only making them more suspicious. They start to move down my legs and go to unbutton my pants

"Woah," I state and the officer looks up. "Protocol." She states. I freeze as she unbuttons my jeans and tugs them off easily. I whimper as she moves down my bare body, feeling the others eyes on me.

She finishes and pulls back, handing me a outfit of orange pants and black shirt. "Put this on while he takes you to your holding cell. Your mom will be here soon and someone will escort you to the visitation room." She explains like this was a normal occurrence. Then it sets in.

It is.

I'm not any different than anyone else in her.

I get dragged down another set of halls, my head hurting. I just want to lay down and sleep. They open a steel door, one that has two layers. A cot sits in the corner, toilet on the opposite side. A small lightbulb lights the small room. "Be back soon." He mumble and pushes me in. I stand there, looking in disbelief. "Hey!" He snaps and I turn around. He has his hands through the food compartment, wanting my cuffs off. I hand him my wrist as he unbuckled them. I keep my eyes trained to the floor. "Hey, lighten up. It's not that bad here." He offers a smile I don't return.

Time skip-

My mind wanders for a while. It could have been minutes or hours. I'm not too sure. A loud knock resonated through the room and I look up. "Up, mothers here." I stand and shuffle my feet over, letting him slip on cuffs like he took them off. Once he made sure I didn't have anything in my mouth, he opens the door. "Follow." He demands and holds my neck as he shoves me forward to walk

He takes me down more halls. Left, right, right, two lefts. I count the steps, before I am met with a door. I look up and says Prisoners Only. I let out a whine at the mention of prisoners before I get shoved through.

A row of phones and chairs lined the right side of the room. A few prisoners have their ears to the phone, looking at someone across the glass. I get lead down to the very last room, getting shoved down in a chair. "Your mom will be in soon." He says quietly. I sit there, seeing initials and threats sketched into the coffee colored desk. Peeling paint wears off and the grey phone looks like it's about to fall apart with a simple pat.

I hear a door unlock from the left side and shoot my eyes up. Blue eyes scan before landing on me. I fucked up.