Accidents Happen

Chapter 1

"The one time. One time. That we actually kill someone, you had the police track down your missing cat. The cat that follows you EVERYWHERE." I took a deep breath and pulled, once again, on the handcuffs linking me to my three best friends.

"I didn't know you planned on killing someone tonight, Sam. I'm not usually prepared for these kind of situations," said the dumbass of the evening: Kale Simons. Kale and I have been friends since the third day of first grade when he threw up on me after chugging hot chocolate. (Don't ask, I don't know.) We've kind of been inseparable ever since; quite literally in tonight's case. I love Kale, but god damn, can he ever be an idiot sometimes.

"So next time you feel the desire to murder some dude," Kale crossed his legs awkwardly (we were sitting across from each other in a very confined space), "mention it to one of us beforehand. Maybe then we wouldn't be chained together like the stars of some shitty old jail movie."

I gaped at him. "Yeah, uh, and it's my fault the police showed up after following your cat." I paused and kneaded my forehead with my knuckles. "Why did you call the cops for your missing cat, Kale? You know who does that? Idiots. Do you know what that makes you? That makes you an idiot, Kale. A big steaming pile of stupid."

"The police don't do much in our neighbourhood, I thought they might enjoy it better than sitting around at a desk," Kale mumbled.

"Might - might enjoy - ?"

I scoffed and turned to face the person next to me - the less-idiotic Ivory Barnes. Ivory, more commonly known as Ivy, looked like she stepped straight out of one of those steampunk shows; silvery blonde hair up in a messy bun, leather jacket covered in pins and patches, ripped jeans and very, very nice combat boots. Her personality matched her outfit. She stared at me with the whole condescending-arched-eyebrows look and pursed her lips. I shook my head and turned instead (rather uncomfortably) to face Percy Sutton; the last person you'd assume to be a murderer. He was currently cradling his head and breathing very fast. Percy was the whole deal: good grades, good looks; literally the nicest kid you could ever meet, complete with the round nerdy glasses as the cherry on top. (Seriously - the dude looked like freaking Harry Potter.)

But no matter who they were, how scary looking they were, how devoted to their cats they were or how much they looked like Harry Potter - they were stuck here, in a cramped little police van, chained to me. The real idiot of the night - but I stood by my actions then and I still do now. I was a good kid - good grades, good social life, whatever a creepy old teacher would value in a student. (Though sports we're never my thing - that's probably why we got caught, now that I think of it.) Some would even say pretty. My only problem at the time was the serious amount of coffee I had downed. I was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, all hopped up on caffeine, and these three idiots just happened to be there with me. So when the chance to confront the shittiest bag of skin to walk the earth came, you bet your ass I took it. (Don't take serious life decisions while high on caffeine - look where I ended up.)

"So," Ivy sighed and crossed her legs, "anybody have any idea how the hell we're getting out of this?"

I had no freaking idea.