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Now we’re adults. We should definitely know better. But when I glance over at Bishop, he has a tiny smile on his face. I glare at him then tug at where we each have one hand in a set of handcuffs.
“Stop smiling,” I mouth.
“You first,” he mouths back.
I can’t help it when I start smiling as well. God, he’s annoying.
A few minutes later, Sheriff Perry pulls up in front of the police station then lets us out of the back seat.
“Get your butts inside.”
We move quickly, and Kelly Donahue smiles at us from behind the glass window as we walk in. Her expression falls quickly when she sees the sheriff behind us.
“I’m putting these two in cell one,” he tells her, and the door to her right buzzes open.
Sheriff Perry leads us inside and back to an area with four desks, an office, and two jail cells. He keys one open and motions for us to get inside.
“Come on, Sheriff, do we really need to…”
“Shut it,” he replies, and we step into the cell. He closes the door, locks it, and begins walking away.
“Don’t we get a phone call?” I call after him.
Sheriff Perry spins around. “The way I see it, you two have two options. I can book you in right now for all your illegal activities tonight, and then you can have your phone call. Or, you can sit here and think about what you’ve done until Ned gets on shift in the morning, because you know he’ll be a lot nicer to you than I will.”
I lick my lips. “We’ll sit here all night,” I tell him. “Thank you, Sheriff.”
He nods his head. “Let Kelly know if you need the bathroom,” he grumbles.
As he turns again and leaves us alone, I groan and drop down onto the bench against the wall, and Bishop joins me. He doesn’t really have a choice since we’re handcuffed together.
Eventually, though, he starts chuckling next to me.
I whack him twice in the shoulder. “It’s not funny.”
“I know it’s not. I’m sorry. I really get it. But also—we got arrested for drinking beers on top of the school gymnasium.”
Rolling my eyes, I try not to smile, but the longer Bishop sits there chuckling next to me, the harder it is.
“God, how old are we?” I ask, shaking my head. “And how many times did we sneak around getting up to shit when we were younger and we never got caught? Clearly, our skills have drastically declined.”
Bishop snorts. “Hey, at least it was just us and not everybody else.”
“I hadn’t even thought of that.”
“Can you imagine? Sheriff Perry busting in on us painting? Like…how confused would he have been? Also, Bellamy has never gotten in trouble for anything in her life. I’m sure she would have been sobbing.”
When I glance at the clock a few minutes later, I see it’s almost 11.
“Do you know what time Ned starts working?”
Bishop shakes his head. “My guess is somewhere between 6 and 8?”
I groan and slump down on the bench. “Great.”
We wait in silence for a while, each of us shifting every so often and trying to find a more comfortable position to sit in. At some point I realize Bishop keeps wincing and adjusting his uncuffed arm—the one with the cast and sling.
“You okay?”
