"Where were you between the hours of 6 to 9?", the police officer asks Isaiah.
I sit there, suddenly mute. Isaiah snorts.
"Nowhere important.", he says cockily. The police officer sighs, exasperated.
"We have camera footage of you in the mall, Mr. Dalton." I gulp.
Isaiah throws his hands in the air. "Then why did you ask?", Isaiah questions.
I try not to smile. Damn him. "You shouldn't smile, Miss Fergas. Your father is on his way here."
My blood runs cold. "Wait, what?" Officer Idiot ignores me and turns to Isaiah.
"Your daddy's money can't help you this time. In fact, both of you are getting what you deserve."
I scoot to the edge of my seat. "What do you mean, Officer?" He smiles cruelly.
"720 hours or 30 days of community service." "What??", We yell simultaneously. Officer Idiot grins evilly.
"You haven't even heard the best part." Isaiah and I freeze.
The officer straightens up. Clears his throat. "You have to do it together."
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Community Service
Teen FictionIsaiah Dalton is a bad boy. It's no secret his dad is loaded. You'd think he could afford better healthcare. He shows up to school with bruises and bandages in all sorts of places. His main clothing is a leather jacket, a black shirt, and dark rippe...
