Team (discontinued for now)

Chapter 34: House arrest

Shit!

Yeah, he really fucked this up. Eak gulped as his eyes widened. He really had to be careful here, maybe he could talk himself out of it?

"What the hell are you talking 'bout?" Eak huffed, glaring at the man.

"You know well enough what I'm talking about, kid. Jack and two of his other friends were found beat up in a mall's parking lot on Saturday, around 1 AM. He gave me the name Eak Mendez and said he didn't remember the names of the other teenagers that were with you that night. I'm gonna have to take you to the police station for an interrogation." The cop explained surprisingly patient.

"Uh, you can't just do that! It was in self-defense, Jack and those goons of him attacked us first!" Eak protested, trying to get his arm out of the cop's grip to no avail.

"That's odd, Mister Caldéron told me you were the one that punched him first, and that you were with way more people than he was with. There's also been smashed cameras found, but we couldn't make out who were the ones responsible, considering the vandalists were smart enough to cover their faces." Oh God, he was so fucked.

Why was he stupid? Like, what fucking idiot tells someone their name before beating the shit out of them?

Taking note of Eak's silence, the man sighed.

"How about this? You give me the names of your friends, and whoever else helped with this crime, and I'll interrogate you tomorrow instead?" The white-haired male offered, trying to sound reasonable.

"No." Eak simply answered, staring up at the taller male unfazed.

"So be it. If you know what's good for you, you'll fess up at the station."

"Did that asshole Jack leave out that he fucking ruined my friend's car?" Eak growled, at last tearing his arm back.

"Excuse me?" The man raised a dyed eyebrow at the teenager.

"Yeah, that's right! Jack was the one that challenged my friend to a fight after he was the one that smashed his car to pieces! Sounds pretty illegal to me." Eak angrily explained.

"Jack did not mention any of that, no. I'll be sure to ask him about it when we get back to the station." The man-who had a certain shade of green eyes that looked familiar to Eak-stated.

"Look, Sir, I know this is your job n' all, but I'm not the bad guy here! Jack and his two buddies are homophobic pieces of shit, and they were the ones that wanted to fight us!" Eak slightly raised his voice, but already quieted down with the fear of alarming his parents.

"Look, kid, I get your frustration, and hearing your side of the story, it's only reasonable you lashed out. And you seem pretty beat up as well, I can't imagine what the rest of your friends look like. But this is still a crime, you could've at the very least called an ambulance." The man's green eyes were filled with light sympathy, but his frown stayed present.

"Can't I just pay for the damage? What's the fund? 400 dollars or somethin'?" Eak tiredly offered, feeling the exhaustion well up in himself again.

"1000, each." The man simply corrected him.

Oh shit.

"Why can't you just-" The man suddenly got cut off by his phone ringing.

Keeping a close eye on Eak, the man took out his phone and looked at the caller's ID. Eak just happened to catch a glimpse of it as well, and then the pieces of the puzzle he didn't even know was there, fell into piece.