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"Oh shit, this is like the worst possible time for this to happen." James hisses, pushing past me and out the door. I groan and follow him into the diner, my heart pulsing at a million miles an hour. "Alright!" He shouts. "Which one of you called the damn police?"

     Every hand in the diner shoots up.

     My jaw clenches, my teeth grinding together like tiny stones. "Well, screw all of you!" I yell snapping back around on my heel and storming into the back room.

     I walk back in to see Blaze on her feet, leaning on the wall to keep weight off her left foot. The room is a total mess. Blood is smeared all down the wall, and there's some on the floor from where Blaze spat. There's glass everywhere, a crushed plastic bottle on the ground, and a smushed stack of pizza boxes up against the wall. It looks like someone got murdered in here.

     James bursts back in, looking about ready to explode, and gives us both a look that says, 'what did you just do?'

     "Where are they?" I hear a deep voice from outside, and lots and lots of footsteps. How many cops are actually here?

     "Oh my god, oh my god, what do we do?" Blaze asks frantically, looking down at herself then back up at James with wide eyes.

     He just shakes his head. No.

     The door explodes open, swinging so fast that it smashes against the the wall behind it. A huge dent is imprinted, leaving the paint cracked and spotted with brown from where the last layer fell off.

In the frame in front of us stands about five cops, all five holding pistols in front of them as if we're about to attack. "HANDS UP! DROP YOUR WEAPON!" One off them shouts, making Blaze shriek, and then begin to cry.

If I roll my eyes any harder, I might see my brain.

It must be a sight to see, three teenagers, the youngest looking positively annoyed with the girl to her right. The one sobbing and covered from head to toe in blood, while the boy to her right just seems petrified beyond petrification. And all this while they stand on a layer of broken glass for no obvious reason whatsoever.

"What the-" the officer in the front lowers his gun, a mixture of shock and confusion spreading across his face.

I groan, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. "We don't have a weapon." I snort, looking from the officers to Blaze, then James and back again. "Look, are you gonna arrest us or not, cause I'm getting a little uncomfortable with you just staring at me like this."

I guess they choose the former, because I find myself stuffed into a police car not even a minute later.

***

My arm slides against Blaze's, sticky blood smearing over my shoulder. It's a disgusting feeling to have someone else's blood on you. Just knowing that it's been inside someone I hate is enough to make me squirm. And as if that's not enough, it's also warm. Thick and warm.

"Would you stop rubbing against me?" I snap, trying as hard as I can to lean away.

"Emma, I'm handcuffed to the car seat. I can't move." She shoots back bitterly.

"Whatever."

"Will you two just stop fighting for one minute!" James cuts in, glaring at as both. "Listen to me! Blaze, stop acting as if Emma owes it to you to be nice. What you did was inexcusable and you deserve nothing from her. Emma, if you don't want to be treated like a child, stop acting like one and behave like we're in a cop car!"