Look What The Cat Dragged In

Chapter 5

Once again, I was right. I must be on a roll today or something. Maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket. Nah wouldn't chance it.

As soon as I stepped through the big double doors of Jacksonville High, I could feel at least 100 pairs of eyes land on me. Some of them were glares, some of them I couldn't quite place.

Continuing to walk down the hallway towards my rego room, several people tried to talk to me.

"Anderson, you're gonna be dead when Austin sees you again."
"Anderson, why'd you do that?"
"Ooooh girl, you've got some balls to make a move like that."

A few people laughed at the comments. Even I liked a few of them, they were pretty creative. But what's the worst Austin could do? Well apparently he do a lot.

I never got the chance to walk into rego that morning, because I was pulled into the Principals Office right before I had the chance. Principal Hoffman, told me to have a seat, and when I looked around me I noticed I wasn't the only one in the room.

Occupying the other two chairs I front of Hoffman's desk, were of course, Austin and Rebecca. Standing in one corner of the room were two police officers. They stood straight, with their hands clasped in front of them. In behind Hoffman's desk was another officer, probably someone more important.

I sat down in the chair, scooting it slightly away from the others. Principal Hoffman had just sat down and looked at me. With a funny look, I must add.

"What?" I questioned. Why was I in here? Technically I hadn't done anything wrong.......kinda.
"This is Constable Paul Davey, he would like to talk to you."

The Constable walked over to the table and leaned against it, showing callused knuckles. He was a big man, perhaps 50 years old? He had bulky shoulders, with a tight shirt that showed all his muscles. He had a big bald patch on the crown of his head too.

"Brooklyn Anderson...." he started.
"Yep, that's me." I quickly added, sarcastically. "How can I be over service to you, Constable?"

Constable Davey coughed and said, "I believe, yesterday after school hours, you were driving home and hit Austins here-" he pointed to Austin"-Red Jeep, knocking it into a light post.
Is this correct, Ms Anderson?"

That sneaky little son of a b-. Argh!! That little dog had lied to the police. I glared at Austin, and he grinned back. "No, that is not correct." I said bitterly. I wonder how this is going to turn out.

Constable Davey, glanced back and forth between Austin and I.
"Well then, Ms Anderson-"

"Please, just call me Brooklyn." I've only been in here a few minutes, and was already sick of it.

"Okay, Brooklyn. Considering Mr Sparrow, has told me you hit and we have a witness, Ms Stone, who was in the car, it seems very unlikely to believe you didn't." I started to speak, but he beat me to it. "However it is too early to call shots just yet. So please, Ms Anderson, Brooklyn, enlighten me on your side of the story."

Ah, here goes nothing.

"Okay sure, why not?" I said and then started my side of the 'story'. "Just as you said Constable, I was driving home yesterday. I was only a kilometre or two away from home, when I was stopped at some traffic lights, by the red lights. I think it was the Main Street and Cobblestone Dr, ones? I'm not too sure. That was also when Austins car pulled up beside me, and another students, Brian Hall's car, pulled in behind me."

The Constable was continuously right down notes. Comparing them to the others he had written earlier. Possibly from Austins side of the story.

"He called out to me if I wanted to race. I would've said no of course considering it's completely illegal, but it's not like I could really back up, because of Brian. So I was stuck in in. I wasn't planning on trying to win-."(lie 1). "-so I didn't exactly go very fast." (lie 2). "I was driving normally, at the speed limit, 80 I think it was along that stretch, and Austin kept trying to out run me. I only moved over a little bit keeping off the white line, but this spastic likes his paint job so much he swerved right out of the way of me and into a light post. After that I just drove away." I chucked a sideways glance at Austin. He glared at me. I smiled sarcastically back. Sucker.

Most of that was the truth. But to be completely honest with you, a little white lie here and again isn't going to hurt nobody. Plus it was helping my side of the story sound better.

Constable Davey looked at me. "Is this the whole truth Ms Anderson?"

I gently smiled and said, "Sure is Constable." (lie 3)

Davey looked down at his notes and back up at me again. Then he switched to Austin. What was he thinking about?

"Alright," he said after a long silence. "Considering there is no clear evidence that Brooklyn hit Austins car, I cannot charge her. I know how much you love you car Austin, and I know you 100% would've swerved out of the way."

Constable Davey looked back over his notes. "Actually come to think of it, if you love your paint job so much, why didn't you swerve out of the way? Austin, you told me she hit you, but I know you would've swerved."

Austin and the Constable had some run ins, in the past and Davey knew a lot about him. That he loved his car. That he loved to race.

Constable Davey smiled back at me and said, "Well, Ms Anderson, I'm done with you. You're not going to be charged with hit and run, despite Austins wishes. You're free to continue the school day, if Principal Hoffman declares it okay."

I look at Hoffman, who nods his head and smiles faintly at me. Standing up from my chair, I wave friendly at Austin and Rebecca and utter, "Ciao. Adios." And then walk back out into the hall.