Mini Foley- Back- book2

19. Beat

As I scolled through my phone a wave of relief ran through my body.

To Justy
It can't have been Tyler, they only assumed it was a gun! He was beaten to death!

In any other situation I would be freaking out but thank god I knew what he was talking about. I knew it couldn't have been Tyler, the way he was with me last time I saw him just didn't really speak 'murderer' to me. But I guess that's what Ted Bundys girlfriend thought.
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"I wanna be an actress, the stage is just my place you know." Sophie sighed, looking up at the sky. We were sat in the park on the large swing that swayed back and forth slowly. "I just want to be able to give Charlie a better life too since moms been struggling without my dad." She continued.

"What about you, whats in the future for Miss Angelica Rose Foley." She asked. I cringed at my own name. "Definitely changing my name for starters." I chuckled, taking a small sip of the vodka and strawberry drink. Sophie wasn't drinking of course, due to her pregnancy. I sat up, facing her.

"I'm not sure. For the first time in my life I feel like I have one. It's weird." I replied. I'd never reallt thought about my future before. I'd always thought I'd OD somewhere and that would be it, the tragic tale of my life. But now, I wanted to live. I wanted to fight and I wanted to laugh and cry.

"You've always had a future, in my eyes. I mean, who else would teach my baby how to sneak into clubs at sixteen?" She asked with a laugh. I rolled my eyes "That was one time and I got caught!" I shouted.

I layed back down and stared up at the stars starting to show. The wind blew, making my hair fly about. "I never wanna grow up, I wanna be seventeen forever." I mumbled with a smile. Not growing up and having a future were two completely different things to me. Having a future never meant you had to grow up and become some miserable old bitch.

It meant that you had a place. And I wanted a place. "You say that, but you're eighteen in a few weeks." Sophie reminded me. I'd almost forgot my own birthday. I groaned "No more birthdays, haven't I had enough?"

"Clearly not, god says no." She said, getting up. She walked to my side of the bench and held out her hand for me to hold. I got up myself and threw the rest of the vodka on the ground, smashing the bottle. I didn't even stumble, I walked perfectly back to my own apartment. Sophie stayed the night with me, I gave up my bed and slept on the couch.

I watched the night get darker and darker, the stars getting brighter. I could barely focus on what I saw and before I knew it, I was dreaming.

My dream was strange, I was alone in a ballroom, dancing to no music at all. I didn't feel alone though, I was with myself and it's like I was enough company. With every twist and turn, every spin and stretch, I felt happier. It was like every little thing I did, made me better.

Until I fell, right down to my knees. I layed onto my back and sighed, feeling peaceful. I curled myself up and closed my eyes, seeing darkness. People called my name and tried to get my attention but I wanted to be alone. I wanted to dance again, this time not falling. I wanted to fix my routine or fix myself.

But in the way i wanted.
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"They found drugs and his car had loads of finger prints on it." Clay explained. He'd called me as soon as news came in.

"Drugs?" I questioned. I paused for a second "What drugs?" I added.
"They didn't say, steroids probably. Could have been anything though." He told me. I sighed "Okay, well, I'll see you in school or something."

We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone, taking deep breaths. If Bryces car had my finger prints on it, they would assume a drug deal had happend. Which, did I guess but I didn't hurt him.

As I walked to school, I felt more trapped than ever. I just wanted to sit in the courtyard by myself and be alone. "They're searching the fucking school, anything you need hiding?" I heard from behind me. I turned around to face Alex. I shook my head "You?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Hid what I had to, just thought I'd warn you-" I interrupted
"Because you think I'm using again."

"Are you?" He questioned and I shook my head. "It's all weed, not legal but not fucking horrible either." I laughed to myself. "Thanks for the warning Alex." I said, watching him walk away. I ran to my locker, the combination not working straight away, making me angry.

I pulled a book out and shoved it inside my bag, making sure nothing fell out of it. I slammed my locker shut and walked off, down the hall. I knew exactly who I needed to give the book to, even if I wasn't proud of it.

I knew for a fact that he'd need to hide something so, no matter how much I didn't want to talk to him, I'd just have to ask him this favour. I found my way to the boys locker room, standing outside and waiting for him. I could hear him complain about his bag being searched, classic Montgomery.

He hated his things being messed with. "You know, you can't just do this. What about our first amendment rights?" He snapped. I cringed, he was undeniably stupid at times.

"That would be your fourth amendment, Mr De La Cruz." Mr Bolan corrected, seeming as disappointed at him as me. "Dempsey what the hell, you got nothing to say about this?" Monty asked angrily.

"No, we talked about this. Liberty tigers play clean." Zach answered, definitely pissing Monty off more. I knew Monty didn't play clean when Bryce was here, but he'd reassured me that he wasn't using anything like steroids. Lying little bitch.

"This yours Justin?"

My heart skipped beats. I felt sick. I trusted my brother with my life of course, but when it came to being sober...not so much. I prayed they wouldn't find anything. I peaked my head around the corner, watching as the officer looked through Justins bag. I could see Justin bite his fingernails, he was nervous. He had something to hide.

"Sheriff!" One of the officers called, clearly finding something. They checked over the bag, filled with needles and juice of course. "Holiday?" The sheriff had found his plug.

As I took a deep breath out, I locked eyes with Monty. He furrowed his brows, seeming confused at why I was there. I signalled for him to come over to me and he slowly made his way. I pulled him out of the room and took my bag from my shoulders. "I need a favour." I began, earning a scoff from him.

"Hi, I'm great how are you?" He sarcastically replied. I looked him dead in the eyes "Monty I'm serious." I stated. "So am I, do you not see what the fuck is going on in there." He replied, he was really angry.

"Yeah and they'll search the whole school. That's why I need your help, please?" I begged, grabbing his hand. He sighed, giving in "What is it?"

I handed him the book and he flipped through a pages, finding the hole I'd created. He looked at me in disappointment. "Help me, please." I put my hand on his jawline, his head resting on mine. "You owe me." He whispered, hiding the book in a gap between a cupboard and a wall. "I always do." I joked, him smiling down at me shortly.

He walked back into the room and I headed my own way, towards my next class.

A/n
I'm trying not to loose my muse for this but I don't wanna be writing shitty stuff for you guys! So give me some time and I'll be better, I pinky promise 🥺
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