Drowning

Chapter 2: Laurel to the Rescue

R A I N E

"Well, this is quite a lovely change of scenery, isn't it?" Irfana leans against the brick wall.

"Uh, Fana? We're in a jail cell, if you haven't noticed." I point out, my fingers wrapping around the bars.

"She was being sarcastic, gumass," Chloe says, handling a spider that was crawling on the floor.

"Eww!" Angel exclaims, hiding behind me. I scrunch up my nose. "Chloe, you better not let that thing anywhere near me."

She scoffs but doesn't say anything, turning her attention back to the creepy crawly.

"When is Laurel going to be here?" I groan, wiping the grime from my hands onto my pants. They needed a wash, anyway.

"Soon, I hope," Kris pats her growling stomach. "I'm starving and tired."

"You just ate about twenty chocolate bars. The big ones, too." I say.

She shrugs. "I'm not fat yet, so you can't stop me."

I laugh. Kris will be Kris.

"My parents are going to kill me for getting into trouble," Julie sighs, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "They're probably going to take my phone and laptop away again, and I won't be able to stalk Tom Holland for a full week."

"I need to pee," Chloe blurts.

I smirk. "There's a toilet right there, go do your thing."

She makes a face and shakes her head, pacing around the small cell. "I think I'll try to hold it."

I shrug. "Suit yourself."

"Really? Why am I bailing you guys out again?"

Laurel's grumpy voice makes us all grin like we were just given free aeroplane tickets to Paris. The six of us tackle her into a bear hug before skipping out of the cell with proud smirks. Angel even waves at one of the prisoners, who responds with a grunt.

As we're about to pass through the doors, I catch a glimpse of two officers, along with a boy and a girl who look like they are around my age. The guy looks like he's going to explode, while the girl is nervously biting away at her nails. She's pretty, with her long black hair smoothly changing into a bright purple at the tips. Her olive complexion compliments her hazel coloured eyes. She's definitely shorter than I am, standing at five feet four, at most. The guy, on the other hand, I recognize instantly.

Aidan Greenwood. Also known as my longtime crush. Well, amongst the other twenty-six crushes I have. You could say that I'm a bit of a player, except I don't actually make any moves because I'm not quite bold enough just yet.

Anyway, back to Aidan, it would be insane for anyone to not notice how attractive he is. From his chocolate brown hair that gets in the way of his beautiful dark eyes to his six foot one frame, he's drool worthy.

"He's harassing her! It's been going on for a full month, how am I supposed to stay silent about this issue?" Aidan pulls at his hair with his teeth clenched, clearly frustrated with the two officers. Boy, he looks really mad.

"Sir, I know how difficult it must be. But please, do re—"

"No, you don't know how difficult it is! You don't know what my little sister has been through, and you don't know about the shit she's been dealing with for the past four years of her life! But now once that's all settled, it happens again, and you people don't even give a damn!"