“Oh, my God!” I cried out and dropped my head back on the seat. “Can’t. Breathe.”
“Okay, I’m out! I’m out!” Hollie cried out as she scrambled over to the other side of the car. I reached over and hit the window button as I tried to figure out how to breathe.
The cop leaned in, flashed his light right in my face, and grinned. “I saw that one coming.”
Hollie
“How does it feel to be a convicted criminal?”
I sighed for what felt like the millionth time as I attempted to ignore Kristin who was on the treadmill next to me. She was walking; I was running.
“Did you plead the fifth in jail too?”
Jumping to the sides of the treadmill, I glared at my best friend. “Will you stop calling me a criminal!”
She fought to hide her smile. “But you were in jail.”
“For, like, ten minutes.”
“Tell me again what your mom said! Please!”
As she lost it laughing, I started to run again. “I no longer consider you my best friend,” I bit out. “Besides, I’m sure you already know everything. Shawn’s dad is good friends with the cop who took us in.”
Kristin wiped a pretend tear away. “Okay, you’re right. Shawn did tell me everything. I don’t understand—why did he arrest you guys?”
“You’d have to ask him,” I panted out.
Kristin was silent, and I thanked God for that small miracle. It was short-lived.
“Couldn’t you sense him? Or see it happening ahead of time?”
Stopping again, I hit the treadmill’s off button, and it slowly came to a stop. “I was too busy having sex in the front seat of my boyfriend’s car to notice if I had any…feelings other than the impending orgasm.”
Kristin covered her mouth but burst out laughing again. When she finally was able to regain her composure, we walked over to the free weights.
I picked up some weights to work my arms.
“Shawn laughed nearly all night. Every time I fell asleep, he’d start laughing, and that would cause me to laugh.”
“I’m so glad you two found it funny.”
She picked up a weight and started working her triceps. “It was a bonding moment for us, I’m not going to lie.”
Rolling my eyes, I put the weights down and used a bench to do dips.
She flopped down on the floor in front of me and took a long pull from her water bottle.
“Gross. Do you know how many people sweat, which drips to the floor?” I asked as I pushed up and sat on the bench. I wasn’t in the mood to work out at all.
“One more question, and then I swear, I’ll never bring it up again. I swear.”
“Fine,” I said. “One more and then I don’t want to hear another word or laugh, giggle…nothing!”
Kristin lifted her hand, crossed her heart, and then gave some pledge with her fingers. I wasn’t sure what that was about; she was never in the girl scouts.
“Was it worth it?”
I quickly glanced around as I felt my face heat.
