Taming Scar (Lesbian Story)

Prologue.

Edited: July 10, 2018

Scar

The only thing that was shielding my crouched body as I watched in anticipation for the prank that had taken months to put together to play out was an old tree and a trash can. I heard a door close in the distance and knew it was showtime.

"6...5...4" I counted down under my breath.

"3...2..."

"What the fuck!" A hoarse voice howled.

"Whoop there it is."

I wiped the front of my ripped dark jeans to rid of the dirt as I stood to my full height. Letting out a laugh as I watched Officer Jordan swatting off a herd of bees going at him. The only thought going through my mind was that revenge was bittersweet.

A few weeks back I was spray painting downtown, I was minding my own business when Mr. Asshole found me and put me in jail. Apparently the statue I had been spraying was a very precious artifact of the city of Chicago. How the hell was I suppose to know? I just saw a dude with the name 'Alexander' underneath.

So instead of leaving me off with a warning or extra days to my probation, asshole over here suggested I do community hours and wash off all the paint. Which they of course agreed to when I clearly said I'd rather eat dog shit. I spent the next week wiping that crap off. I had a bad habit of using permanent ink. Either way when I finished I made it my mission to get back at this jerk.

The ghastly uniforms were what surprisingly upset me the most. The off orange color did nothing for my tanned complexion, and I didn't fit the criteria of a stereotypical criminal, so the oversized jumpsuit would often seen to swallow my leaned figure. I remember when it would get so hot I'd zip the thing down, it falling to my waist putting my white muscle shirt and sleeve tattoos on display. Parents would scold at me when their children asked why I had coloring on my arms and guys would throw snide comments before I flipped them my middle finger.

To say the least it was fucking hell.

Letting a smug smile make it's way to my face, I figured my work here is clearly done; therefore I shall go celebrate with a few beers and that blueberry pie I saw in the fridge this morning.

Turning around I was still watching over my shoulder as Jordan had grown tired and was now trying to stand still to make the bees know he meant no harm so they wouldn't sting him.

I had only taken three steps before I bumped into another figure, their broad chest causing me to land flat on my ass.

"What the fuck dude? watch where you're-ah shit." I started yelling before seeing the cop uniform and familiar green eyes.

"Well. Well. Well. Look who we have here. The one and only Scar." He mocked.

"Hi Officer Ramirez." I put the most innocent smile I could muster, but it failed miserably and more than likely looked constipated instead.

He looked over to where Officer Jordan was, making my face turn a crimson red. I'm definitely not going to get to devour that pie.

"Looks like you've got yourself in trouble once again Morningstar." he placed his hands on his hips before jerking his head to the side "C'mon."

He held out a hand which I swatted away.

"I'm not a damn damsel in distress I can get up on my own, thank you very much." I snapped.

Putting his hands up in surrender, I let out a grunt as I picked myself up, now wiping the back of my jeans to get rid of the mud.

Once regaining myself, I motioned forward to his car.