Her Dog Days

✲ chapter ten ✲

Have you ever thought about sitting in a police car with your crush, but he's lecturing you like he's a mother that caught their child writing on the walls with a marker?

Yeah, me neither.

Once the police busted the party, hoards of people started running out, crashing into us to the point of unbalance and I accidentally landed on top of the policeman who told us to 'freeze', knocking him to the ground.

Apparently, his mother didn't love him as a child because he was being too sensitive and took it as me trying to attack him.

Fast forward twenty minutes, I'm now being shoved in a police car along with some guys who were doing coke in the bathroom and got caught red-handed, so I guess you can say my call didn't have any purpose. Aston voluntarily came into the police car with me and gave me an earful.

I'm strangely getting deja vu from this situation, and I can't put my finger on it.

Maybe it's because he gave you a lecture when you left The Zinn after getting beaten up by "Carl."

Oh, you're right, thanks, author.

I lean my head against the window staring at the lights passing by us, with my cuffed hands on my lap.

"...and I told you to leave but you deliberately disobeyed me and came back."

"I know Mufasa, you don't need to keep on telling me." But he continues.

"I don't understand what's making you so reckless, it's like common sense doesn't circulate your head but instead your as--"

"If you say another word boy, I won't hesitate to taze you." The police officer shouts over his shoulder, eyes maintained on the road.

I take my head off the tinted window and look at him irritated.

"What'd you just say?"

"I said you're too reckless and, quite frequently, childish." I turn my entire body to him completely infuriated.

"If I didn't have these handcuffs on, I'd be throwing my fists up to your a--"

"I SAID SILENCE!" The police offer bursts out. This took us both by surprise so we sat silent the entire car ride, but mark my words, once we're out of this car, nothing is holding me back.

Besides a cell, obviously.

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"Get in lovers." The officer says shoving us into a cell. "Another officer is going to come later so you can call someone to sign you out, but until then, sit in here like good kids."

Obediently, we both sit on the wooden bench as the metal cell doors scrape the floor and creek closed.

The benches are worn out, with knife slices covering it, and even vandalization of 'I-was-here', profanity, or cool graffiti. The floor was concrete with spots of black everywhere, which I can assume is dried up gum that people have left there.

With a sigh, I flick my hoodie onto my head and lean against the beige painted bricks, and close my eyes.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Aston says.

I scoff and turn my head away from him, eyes still closed. "If I tell you what I'm thinking, you'll want your penny back."

"Fine, then I'll just tell you what I'm thinking."

I feel a migraine coming on, knowing what he's going to say, and I squeeze my eyes shut even harder, trying to recite a song in my head to distract from his dreadful nagging.