Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Prom... Take Two

PART TWO

Skylar's P.O.V.

My warm, clammy hand remains clenched tightly inside of Grayson's much larger one as he pulls me along with him.

I don't say anything. No one says anything.

He's clearly in shock. He's worried, scared, surprised, and that's before anything had even processed fully.

I give his hand a squeeze, wanting him to know that I'm here. I'm here for him and I'm ready to help with whatever he could possibly need.

He doesn't look down to acknowledge my action, to assure me that he was fine, but I didn't expect him to.

I don't expect him to be fine.

He squeezes my hand back gently, and I smile. It's a sad, yet relieved sort of smile.

We walk briskly after the police officer, Tony trailing behind us silently.

Officer Mendoza struts right up to Britney, who doesn't even notice her. Well, if she did notice her, she made no move to acknowledge her.

Finally, after waiting a long while for the sparkly girl to stop dancing and say something, the officer speaks up.

"Britney James?" She asks over the loud music.

She doesn't stop dancing. She looks at the officer, taking in her uniform casually, then merely shrugs.

"I didn't do anything to the punch. Try interrogating those thick-headed jocks over there instead."

I can't help but scoff. This girl has no respect for herself, for her peers, or for authority. Maybe this experience will teach her some fucking manners.

"Britney James, you're under arrest." Mendoza tries again.

The still gyrating girl doesn't look the slightest bit scared of her words. If anything, she looks annoyed, as though the officer is nothing more than a fly that won't stop buzzing in her ear.

"Oh yeah? What for? I didn't do anything wrong." She asks in a bored tone.

At this, Officer Mendoza smirks slightly, making Britney's dancing slowly fade to a stop.

Yeah. This is real, bitch.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you, Miss James?"

She rolls her eyes, postponing the question as she rudely takes a sip from the red solo cup in her hand.

"Seventeen, not that it's any of your business." She snaps.

Mendoza's smile widens and she reaches for the cuffs in her belt.

"You can't arrest me! I demand to know what I'm being charged with!"

The cocky police officer is quick to respond in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Underage drinking, disrespecting an officer, child pornography, and rape."

Britney looks genuinely frightened for a split second, but quickly rids of the expression and replaces it with one of no emotion.

She crosses her arms over her chest, popping out a knee as a sign that she's over the conversation.

"I did none of that, and you can't prove otherwise."

I glance around at the small crowd that has begun to form around us. The other cops have also appeared, standing behind Officer Mendoza in what I can only assume is an attempt to look more intimidating.