𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 , 𝟖𝟎𝐬

15 = bad news

THURSDAY OCTOBER 30th 2018

running away to the 80s for a day was a nice break from my shit-show of a life. but all good things have to come to end at some point. that was made very clear to me as i woke up late this morning, and now i'm rushing to get to the police station to meet with michael and my lawyer.

i'm about 30 minutes late, and i'm sure they'll let me know that too once i walk inside. i locked my car and ran inside, heading down the hallway and into the room i was in last time.

"see! i told you she'd be here." michael exclaimed, getting up to greet me at the door, "where were you?" he whispered in my ear.

"sorry, i overslept."

he cleared his throat, "kennedy, meet your lawyer, nicolette taylor."

she stood up from her chair to shake my hand, "you can just call me taylor. nice to meet you, kennedy."

"it's very nice to meet you." i said, shaking her hand.

"i'm gonna go get a coffee, you two want anything?" michael asked and we declined his offer.

"listen, i want a restraining order on hunter." i blurted out as soon as taylor and i were left alone.

she opened a folder and dug through a few papers before picking one out, "we can't do that."

"why?" i asked.

"because he already placed one on you." she slid a sheet of paper in front of me.

my eyes scanned over the print and i couldn't believe what i was seeing, "what?"

"only one person can be the victim and only the victim can have the protections of a restraining order. hunter already claimed being the victim in this case."

"but i'm the victim!" i started to become enraged by this boy's audacity and idiocy.

"i know you are the victim. we will win this, but the option for a restraining order is out of our hands now."

i put my head in hands, trying to think of what to do.

"do you mind if i-" i stood up from my chair, "uh, i have to use the bathroom." i mumbled and then quickly left the room.

i did not have to use the bathroom at all, i just needed an excuse to slip away and then make a run for it out of here.

as i headed toward the front doors i saw michael standing in the corner with a coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. his eyebrows were furrowed as he looked up, making eye contact with me.

i immediately ran for the door and then out to my car.

"kennedy!" he yelled, chasing after me outside, "where are you going?"

"i'm going to handle things on my own." i said, fumbling with my keys.

i unlocked my car and only got my door open a crack before michael's hand slammed it close. the newspaper was pinned between his palm and my window.

"wanna explain to me what this is?" he asked.

on the front page was a large picture in black and white of four people running in a parking lot.

"wha-" my eyes widened as i read the title -

TIME TRAVELING TEEN, KENNEDY WHITE, BACK IN THE 1980s?

i quickly looked to the subtitle below the photo -

corey haim, brandy alexander, and others seen stealing from a gas station, wed. october 29th 1987.

"did you forget any press that is taken of you in the 80s appears here too?" michael snapped me out of my thoughts.

"okay, yes i went back there yesterday but what are they gonna do? arrest me for stealing during time traveling?"

"that's not the point, kennedy! the point is that this photo and article just appeared. today. not when you woke up from your coma. meaning it's recent, yesterday recent."

"boo hoo, i can time travel!" i sarcastically said, "everyone knows, it's not a secret."

"you can't keep going back there. it's really dumb. especially if you're gonna get paparazzi photographed."

"i didn't even see any paparazzi at the 7/11! i don't know where they were!"

"well, probably because you were too busy stealing gas station food!" michael raised his voice back at me.

i rolled my eyes, hard.

"can i please get in my car now?"

michael sighed, pulling his hand back.

i opened my door and got into the seat.

"don't do anything dumb." he said with a stern look.

"no promises. apparently everything i do is dumb." i said and then slammed my door closed.

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i marched my way into the building we shoot at. i know everyone is here filming today, meaning hunter should be here too for his stupid internship.

i felt kind of bad completely ignoring zac as he said hello to me, but i was on a mission and not even zac efron would distract me from it.

as soon as i pushed open the doors, the director yelled cut from my loud interruption.

"whoever just ruined my shot better have a good reason for it." he said with his back facing me and then spun around, "kennedy."

"is hunter here?" i asked, walking into the room and scoping the place out.

"kennedy, listen." joe held up his hands, "would you wait in my office for me? i've been meaning to talk to you."

"i need to talk to hunter." i said.

everyone in the room, cast, extras, production, everyone's eyes were on me and joe. they were completely silent watching the whole thing go down.

"you can't be here." joe said, causing me to look him in the eyes.

"me?"

"you have a court case to your name and i can clearly see it's been distracting you from your work."

i furrowed my eyebrows at him, "defamation isn't a crime it's just a civil wrong, a tort!"

"i can someone's been studying their history notes." joe sarcastically replied.

"but it's not even true! i didn't even do anything-"

"i'm sorry, joe." a voice came from the distance, "i'll take care of this." hunter came jogging towards us.

"please do, thank you hunter." joe shook his head and then walked back to his position on the floor.

hunter grabbed my wrist, walking me with him towards the exit.

"get off of me! you're literally violating your own restraining order."

"do you think i give a fuck?" he turned around to look at me for a second before pushing the doors open. his stare was cold. his eyes looked like they didn't show any sympathy.

i only wanted to confront him, not be taken god knows where in his grip that i can't even get out of.