Prove Me Wrong

Chapter One

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I close my eyes and press my lips together, trying to control my temper. This wasn't supposed to happen.

I take a sharp breath before opening my eyes and shooting an icy death glare across the room to the Judge that's sitting in his high chair. His eyes are sharp and focused as he listens to my lawyer that's trying to defend my case. I can practically see the gears shifting in his head as he decides what to do with me.

If I could telepathically talk to my lawyer I'd tell her to not even bother. I knew what the judge's decision was going to be before I even walked through the doors.

I can't. I can't go back there. Even though my life here might not be completely fantastic but back there it's worse. Too many memories. Too many mistakes. Too many problems. Just... too much.

I clench my hands into a fist and gnaw on the gum at the back of my mouth, a habit I had gotten used to. Why couldn't he understand that it was just one of those 'being at the wrong place at the wrong time' situations and let me off with a warning. I guess I've been getting too many second chances lately.

Jordan said I wouldn't last five years in Australia. I guess the stupid prick was right.

I let out another exasperated breath and unclench my hands. God I hated being wrong. I only lasted three years here, and I'm getting sent away again.

I look up and see the quote 'everything happens for a reason' behind the judges seat.

Yeah right.

Stuff only happens because it wants me to have a crap life. The worst things in life come free to us. Why can it be the bloody best things in life? The only good thing that has come out of Australia would be... um... Jordan probably, but then I ain't seeing him ever again am I?

I shake my head slightly and sigh, looking down at the wooden desk in front of me. My brown locks fall in front of my face as I trace the patterns that are engraved into the wood.

Please. Anywhere but there, I pray to myself.

"Like that's going to happen." I mutter under my breath and continue following the lines of the wood.

"Miss Quinn. Have you got anything to add?"

My eyes shoot up to the judge and I taste blood when I feel my teeth clamp over my tongue, biting down hard to stop myself from making a snarky reply.

Yes. "No." I reply sharply.

Something like pity flashes in the judge's eyes and, but it disappears as fast as it had arrived. But I saw it.

I don't want your pity, I think.

I don't want to bloody leave. That's all I want.

"Then it's final." He bangs his gavel against the block causing a loud bang to echo through the hall, making me wince.

Without thinking I blurt. "Judge Jason, this can't happen! Give me some freaking Community Service or something. But if you knew what's good for you, you won't send me away!" I practically shriek at him, standing up and pounding a fist on the table.

The guards on the far wall take a step closer, wary of my tone. I sit back down again with a roll of my eyes, fixing my leather skirt and hair.

"Miss Quinn, if you knew what's good for you, you will not second guess my authority. Now be quiet or your sentence will get worse." I fix him another icy glare that would stop lions in their tracks but he doesn't notice it.

Like my sentence could get worse. I'm already going to hell.

"Miss Quinn, I am sorry, but you brought this upon yourself." He takes a deep breath and continues to read out my sentence.

"Talisha Quinn, you are here by deported from Australia, you will not be able to return under any circumstances and you will be escorted straight to the airport with your current bags." He bangs is gavel for the final time and the case is dismissed.

My mouth drops open and I blink a few times. I knew this was going to happen but for it to actually be final leaves me speechless. Which doesn't happen very often.

"Bloody hell." I mutter before I throw my bag over my shoulder and storm out of the courtroom with two guards following me. No need for the guards. It's not like I'm going to murder somone. But with the anger that's boiling inside me I might physically hurt someone. I can feel their eyes boring into me, watching my every move. Waiting for me to run... Again.

I can practically hear their thoughts, oozing from their brain.

"Spoilt brat."
"Got what she deserves."

The car that's taking me to my own personal hell is already waiting outfront, with the passenger door open. I slowly slide inside and slam the door close behind me.

Without turning around I shove the bag on the seat next to me and there's a loud groan. I whip my head around to see a guy, not much older than me, sitting in the seat.

"And who the hell are you?" I raise an eyebrows at him before grudgingly taking my bag off him and chucking it on the floor.

He gives me a lopsided grin and his eyes wander up and down my body, checking me out. "The name's Finn, and I'm your body guard for the flight."

I feel like slapping the grin right off his face, his eyes lingered in places they shouldn't have. "You? You're the guy they sent to make sure I don't try to run? You can't be any older than me." I spit at him, crossing my arms.

He chuckles before doing his seat belt up, my rudeness not even processing with him. "I'm twenty, but let's say I've spent most of those years training." He leans forward and taps the driver on the shoulder, telling him that we're ready to go.

I roll my eyes at him and quickly buckle up my seatbelt before glaring out the window, wishing I could be in America already. I'd rather face my doom quickly instead having thirteen hours to draw out my anxiety.

At least it was one flight. No stop overs or three hour long rest breaks. Just straight there, which is really the best I can hope for.

I lean back in my seat and huff. Out of the corner of my eye I see Finn starring at me.

"And what are you looking at?" I snap, raising an eyebrow again.

He raises his hands so they're in line with his shoulders. "Nothing. Settle your kettle." He turns to face back to the front, but I can see him looking at me from the corner of his eye.

Pervert.

"Why don't you try settling your kettle once you've been deported from Australia." I snarl at him, my lip curling.

His eyes widen slightly and he turns to look at me again.

"Wait, you got deported? How'd you manage that?"

"As if you didn't hear. You are freaking assigned to me."

I shoot him glare and if I hadn't blinked I swear I saw him flinch. He looks away, dropping the subject and I sigh, wanting to apologise but not wanting to be the weaker one here.

I close my eyes and rest my head against the window.

It was one mistake. One stupid mistake. Well, one mistake that tipped all my other mistakes over the edge. And now I'm paying the price.

"Bloody hell," I mutter as I continue to stare at the passing buildings as we make our towards the airport, and to the death of me.

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