From Once To Always | ✓completed

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Macy's Pov-

We both walk to the front doors, mentally preparing ourselves to face whatever is going on outside. I take a deep breath before pushing the doors open. The first thing I hear is police sirens and the engine of a motorcycle. I see Justin roll into the parking lot with a police car behind him. "What the fuck did he do this time," I mumble to myself. Out of all of the members in the gang, Justin is by far the one that gets in trouble the most. He's the one that goes around and seems to attract all of the police.

I see Justin take his helmet off, revealing his floppy chestnut hair and dark eyes. I start to walk up to the police car but stop when I see the officer. I recognize the dyed blonde, almost white hair and hazel eyes. I fasten my pace towards him and give him a hug. "Ronnie, what in the world," I ask. Ronnie is the police officer in New York that always helped me out when I was in trouble, which was like every other week.

We pull apart. "Well, I was told that I needed to keep an eye on you because we all now that I'm the only officer that you'll listen to. Also, while I was on patrol, I found this dumbass," he points to Justin, " Racing with a random person." I roll my eyes and walk towards Justin.

"I can't say I'm surprised but seriously Justin, you would be in so much trouble right now if that wasn't Ronnie behind you," I tell him as we do a bro hug.

"Heeeeey, it's not my fault there are more police in California than there are in New York!"

"No, there's actually more police in New York, you guys just know how to get away from them," Ronnie jumps into our conversation.

"Nobody asked, Ronnie," Justin says grumpily.

I shake my head walking back to Pat. "Come one, let's sign out and then bail for the rest of the day."

"You go, sign us out. I'm going to catch up with Justin and Ronnie."

I nod and walk back into the school and into the office. As I was about to enter, Ronnie comes up behind me with a file. "Mine?"

"Yup sure is," I smirk at the number of papers it has in it. We walk into the office together and I sign Pat and me out as Ronnie gives them my file. Once we're done we go outside. I stop and stare as I see Pat tackle, Justin, on the ground before they start hitting each other. I roll my eyes, something that I've noticeably been doing a lot, and walk up to the two of them. I get there as Justin flips Pat around and holds him down.

"Justin, get the fuck off of Pat. Now," I say in a strict voice. He doesn't listen so Pat brings his feet up and pushes Justin off of him.

"Seriously? You two are like children; I am gone for a minute and you two are wrestling on the floor. Not only that, but you guys also drew a crowd," I say pointing towards the crowd of people at the front of the school. They both looked at me ashamed. " Now, take your bikes and go home, I'll meet you there." They both comply and drive away on their bikes.

I walk over to Ronnie. "I see that you are still keeping them in check," he says.

"Well, I do try. It was nice seeing you again, Ronnie and I look forward to our many adventures to come as we take California by storm," I say smirking. We exchange our goodbyes before he drives away.

I head back into the seemingly empty school building, most of the students have gone to their next class. I walk to my locker to grab my school stuff before walking back towards the front doors. I'm almost there when I feel arms grab me and pull me into a near-by closet.

"What the fuck was that," Marcus asks me. I see that all three of them are here.

'What," I reply, not really wanting to explain myself.

"You know, the police, guy, punchy kicky? That stuff," Nico says.

"Oh, you're talking about that. Well, the police officer was my old parole officer and he's been sent to keep an eye on me. That guy is my idiot friend," I roll my eyes, " and the fighting was because my friends are idiots. That about sums it up. Are you happy? Can I leave now? "

"No. Not before you tell us your name, New Girl," Bailey says while standing next to Nico.

"Fine. Do you really want my name? Well, it's Macy. Now you better back off," I say glaring at Marcus, successfully making him move back. "Leave me the fuck alone," I growl out, pissed that they even had the audacity to touch me.

I slam open the door of the closet and angrily walk out the doors and to my bike. I hop on to my bike and put my helmet on before driving, the speed limit, back home, preparing myself to deal with the two idiots waiting inside my house. 

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