Illegal My Ass

Chapter 39- ' You're rocking the walk of shame uniform.'

A/N: Finally that tupid campfire pop up went away and i can actually post this chapter which i had to write after getting over the hurdle of writers block for over a week! sorry if its a little suckish, but i had to put some humour back into it because the last chapter was drama city (rack city bitch) So anyway, let me know what you think people in the comments below!

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I slept rougher than a handcuffed paedophile in a crèche that night.

After Drake stormed out of the bar, the guys decided it was best to go out and find him before Drake pulled a Drake and did something that would get him sent straight back to his cell just to let out some anger.

Seriously when Drake got pissed, he would smash a car window with baseball bat.

The guy had never heard of just punching a pillow.

I offered to go with them, and they had to awkwardly tell me that probably wasn’t the best idea considering I am basically the reason all of this has kicked off anyway. They had a point, but it still hurt a little when they pointed that out. They took me home before they went looking for him, and I was stood outside my door for about fifteen minutes before I plucked up the courage to go in and face my brother.

I didn’t even need to worry though because he was in bed when I got home. In a way, I was so thankful because I don’t think I could have gone for round two. That would have been the knockout round for me; I had no energy left in me to fight with my brother anymore.

Jimmy text me a few hours after I got in bed to say they couldn’t find him, and I actually find myself tossing and turning in bed worrying about the stupid moron. This was his home, my brother had kicked him out of it so where else is he going to go? He hates going to his actual house so what other options did the boy have?

Somehow I don’t see him joining a youth club to hang out there and play monopoly and boggle.

I must have had about two hours sleep before I finally gave up and rolled out of my pit. Once I got dressed and put enough make up to hide the fact I was more sleep deprived than a vampire, I made my way downstairs.

I walked in to the kitchen and froze on the spot as I saw Lacey sat on the island eating a bowl of coco pops. She was in the same clothes as she was wearing last night and she looked about as well rested as I was.

Her eyes looked up at me, and at first I could tell she was still pissed. After a few seconds I saw her sigh and give me a small smile, obviously seeing the state I was in right now.

“You look like you’ve had the mandatory 8 hours rest.” She commented sarcastically, and I scoffed.

“Oh yeah, slept like a baby.” I reply dryly before walking into the kitchen and making up a bowl of coco pops. Nothing a bowl of these couldn’t solve.

Unfortunately, that was the rule when you were about 8. When you're a little older it takes more than awesome chocolate breakfast cereals to make your day fine again. I hate growing up.

I take a seat on the island opposite her, and at first it is awkward as neither of us know what to say. I found myself feeling quite happy for her though, obviously she stayed with Nate last night which meant they were probably back to normal.

I know I should feel pissed, calling my brother a hypocrite for having such a go at Drake and I and then going home to bang Lacey again, but I didn’t. At the end of the day, as Nate has already said, he had the curtesy to ask me before he hooked up with Lacey.