Chapter 12
Adalyn
“Okay listen, I don’t have much time, but I’m telling you now that you and I are going to discuss this shit later and don’t even think of getting out of it. You are going to tell me every detail of the last twelve hours you spent with Ian. But right now, I need you to come get me out of jail.”
“WHAT!? Why are you still in jail? I thought that cop was just messing with you.”
“Ha! Yeah, apparently the dickwad failed to mention that his shift was ending. He brought me here and fucking left. HE LEFT! And the rest of these assholes said they couldn’t release me because Officer Fuckwad brought me in and hadn’t done any paperwork and so I had to wait for him to get back. Though they were laughing the whole time so who knows if that’s even true.”
I could hear a muffled man’s voice in the background.
“Yeah, FUCK YOU pencil dick. What are you gonna do? Arrest me for calling you on your bullshit? Last I checked, you can’t keep me here just because you don’t like me. This is a clear abuse of your power. I hope you know I’m going to make your life fucking miserable for this.”
Oh my god. Was she seriously threatening a cop? While she was in JAIL?! Oh shit. Oh shit. What if she gets tasered. The image of Stacy writhing around on the ground because one of the officer’s got sick of her attitude was actually pretty hysterical. Somehow I managed to keep myself from laughing.
“Stacy, please tell me you aren’t talking to a police officer.”
“No, I’m not talking to a police officer. I’m talking to THREE of them. And they are all fucking pricks.” She sounded angry but I could have sworn I heard her laugh after another muffled male voice chimed in. “Unless one or all of you sexy bastards want to come over here and strip search me and fulfill a lifelong fantasy of mine, then you should probably shut the hell up.” She mumbled something else into the phone, but it was muffled I couldn’t understand it.
“Listen, Stacy. We’re on our way. Just please, please try not to do anything stupid. Please.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever. Just get your cute ass down here and get me out of this place before I start tearing off all my clothes and dry humping the bars to my cell. These cops may be jerks but they are seriously hot, and you know how I get around hot jerks.”
It didn’t take long to find Stacy. We followed the sound of her voice. By the time we reached her, she had been let out of the cell and was standing off to the side talking to a couple of officers. She had dialed down the bitchiness and turned up the charm, and these unsuspecting souls were already under her spell. I cleared my throat and she turned to face me, then ran over and hugged me. Then she punched me.
“What the hell was that for?” I asked, rubbing my arm. She’d hit me hard enough that I knew it would bruise.
“For letting that prick of a cop bring me here last night.”
“Um, Stacy. He’s a police officer. What did you expect me to do? If I would have tried to stop him then I would have ended up in here with you.”
“Yeah, but at least I wouldn’t have been alone. That was the longest night of my life. And what if he had let me go later in the night? You would have just left me stranded with no way to get home? What if something bad happened to me?!”
“First of all, don’t even try to pretend like you didn’t enjoy yourself. Second of all, I highly doubt an entire precinct of policeman would have let something bad happen to you. Surely you’ve managed to make a friend while you were in here.” Instead of responding to me, Stacy turned and winked at one of the officers she had just been talking to.
Just then the officer from last night walked in, wearing a shit eating grin. I could feel Stacy’s anger vibrating off of her as she stood next to me, and she growled. Loudly. Not one of those low, barely audible growls. No, she was growling at him like a warning, telling him if he came too close she would whip out her claws and scratch his eyes out.
The officer Stacy had just winked at walked over to us and introduced himself as Joe, who was apparently the arresting officer’s partner.
“Don’t listen to Stacy, I kept her company all night. She had a great time,” he said as he winked back at Stacy. “Chad’s not a bad guy, he just has a low tolerance for drunk chicks and their shenanigans.” Stacy punched his arm and they started to bicker playfully. They were acting as if they’d known each other for years. Not that unusual for Stacy to make friends, but it was unusual that their banter sounded completely friendly and platonic. Joe was extremely attractive and Stacy not flirting with him was strange.
Putting that curiosity aside to ask Stacy about later, I walked up to the desk to file my report. It was going to be such a pain getting all my credit cards cancelled and reissued and I’d have to get a new phone. Dammit. I really needed to get a job. It was time to quit stalling and start trying to figure out what to do with my life.