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Reflecting colored lights dance over the walls now, and I hear police sirens And fk, I think Iworld Levi’s lost in

How the hell did I go fro away to this?

For the first tilass Broken furniture The dude fro past the kitchen door, watching me warily with her cell phone to her ear The bartender is an older, chubbier version of Mr Clean, and though he has a bat pressed beneath his palainst the wooden bar, he doesn’t look ready to use it

I turn and head for the door, but even before the cop steps inside, I know I’ve got no shot at walking out of here that easy The cop askshe started it like a little pansy Not when you’ve got a juvy record He gets the rundown from the bartender and the woman who called them While a paramedic checks on a barely conscious Levi, I’m put in the back of a police car

They say bad shit happens in threes, but I gave up counting a long tio

The bad seeht Maybe it’s me that follows the bad

Maybe I don’t knoho I am apart from that

Chapter 3

Dylan

The plastic zip ties bite into the skin of, has been since I refused the officer’s order to disperse froout Maybe I’ll pass out soon, and then I’ll get at least aatupescorted away to the holding cell by another officer He meets my eyes and makes a ridiculous face I don’t kno he’s so calm With his ot a good six inches on the guy who arrested us, and I don’t blao Sasquatch on everyone and bust his way out of here

"Miss Brenner?" Officer Tribble stands in front of me She’s in her mid-thirties, dark hair, and frown lines around her mouth She knows my father Everyone knows my father It’s probably naive to think he’s not already aware I’ain, and I hunch over in o away But I don’t get rip soft, and helpsin the direction Matt was taken

At the end of a hallway are two holding cells, one across from the other Lined with metal benches bolted to the floor, the cell on the left contains three ed man in a ratty T-shirt lays passed out on a bench in the corner On the other side of the cell, I see Matt in all his bearded glory Despite the fact that there are several e the third occupant of the cell He’s talking, but his cell hihtest He sends me a wink as Officer Tribble parades me past and stops in front of the eh of relief Despite les his eyebrows suggestively, I laugh The guy next to Matt looks up, and the laugh dies in my throat