Mr Player vs The bad boy.

CHAPTER 25

-KASEY'S POV-

"You'll be okay, I promise. " Brad reassured me while the police lead us to our different cells.

The two male cops took Brad in the opposite direction while the one female cop pushed me unnecessarily rather harshly in the other direction of the police station.

"This will be your room for the night. Hope the luxury reaches your standards madame. " the cop said in a sarcastic tone while shoving me into a cell with three girls sitting on a steel bench ,placed in the center of the cell, wearing very revealing clothes.

Once the cop was out of sight they all stood up and headed in my direction until my back hit the cold steel of the cell cage.

"So, what are you guys in for?" I asked.

In all the movies I've watched, prison friendships all started with this very one simple question. But, apparently that doesn't work in real life.

"Oh hell no, what did this skank say?" The first girl spoke.

"Oh Shaniqua she better not be talking to us" another one spoke up.

"I don't have time for crap ladies. Samantha take her jacket." The last one got up from the bench ordering Samantha, who seems to be the first girl that spoke, with a pissed off look.

"Give me your jacket" Samantha took out a pocket knife and placed it against my throat.

I thought they took all your weapons before they locked you up, but clearly these cops weren't doing their job.

I wonder how Brad was doing. I hope he was doing better than I was. I was about to get my oesophagus ripped out and all I could think of was Brad? great Kas just great.

My thoughts got instantly cut off when the girl-Samantha shoved me further against the steel cage, banging my head in the process.

Yes, I was going to die. I guess in a very sick twisted way she was actually doing me a favor. She was doing what my mom would do if she found out I was in jail, okay maybe she wouldn't do it with a knife, but murder is still murder.

I swallowed hard feeling the knife press deeper against my throat.

I closed my eyes making peace with what was about to happen.

-BRAD'S POV-

I walked down the police station's corridors with the two fuckers walking along side me.

I can't believe they assigned two "student" cops to take me to a cell cage. Maybe I should have a little fun with this.

I stopped midway and turned around to face them.

"The only way I'm going to end up in that cage is if one of you kills me...or I kill you." I said firmly with clinged teeth.

The pale looks on their faces were priceless.

"B-bob?" The one cop stuttered.

"Y-yeah G-greg?"

"S-shoot him"

This was a classic joke. They gave me freaking newbies?

"I don't have time to waste." I said folding my arms and pretending to think. "okay I'll make you a deal. A, I'll walk out of here and you two idiots won't say a thing or B I'll ascot you to the cell." I said letting the smirk I've been trying to cover easily fall on my lips.

"W-we" They stuttered again looking like they are about to shit themselves.

Man, how was I able to hold back my laughter through this?