growl and the bright light of a flashlight suddenly shining in our faces was unexpected. I pulled away from Chelsey in time to see a pissed off police officer charging toward us.
Instinct took over and before I could think about the right and wrong ways to handle the situation, I was grabbing Chelsey’s hand and pulling her with me.
The cop was quick, but we were quicker, and I managed to keep some distance between him and us. My only concern was getting Chelsey out of the building so she could get away.
“Stop!” the officer yelled behind us, and I looked back to see how far behind he was.
“Blaine!” Chelsey’s terrified scream sucked the air from my body.
She came to a halt, yanking my hand with her as we came face to face with a second police officer.
There was no other chance of escaping. We were fucked.
7
BLAINE
I FELT LIKE A PIECE OF SHIT.
There was no other way for me to feel as I watched the douchebag cop place the handcuffs around Chelsey’s delicate wrists. Anger swelled up inside my chest as he roughly shoved her into the back of the cop car next to me.
Not that she’d care at that point, but I was fucking proud of her for not crying. Especially since it looked like that was all she wanted to do. She didn’t say a word, nor did she look at me, as the cop walked away and left us alone in the back of the car.
“I’m so sorry, Chelsey. I never should’ve brought you here.”
She didn’t say anything at first, and then she lifted her head and looked out the window.
“I’m a big girl, Blaine. I knew the consequences if we got caught. It’s not your fault.”
“Look at me and say that.”
I needed to see her eyes and sweet smile. I needed her to look at me and then I could breathe. She took a deep breath and looked over at me. Our eyes found each other in the dark, and just like that, she made the earth spin again.
“I promise I’m not mad at you,” she said.
Part of me wanted her to be angry. I knew in the back of my mind I deserved her anger, but then again, I was angry enough for the both of us.
“Don’t worry. I’m pissed enough at myself,” I muttered. And then another thought came to me. “Shit! This’ll go on your record.”
“No it won’t.” She was talking to the window, her breath leaving a warm print on the cool glass.
“What do you mean?”
“That officer.” She pointed out the window. “His name is David Jennings. He’s a friend of my father’s.”
“Fuck,” I hissed.
There was no getting around her parents finding out now.
“Yep.” She let out a deep breath. “My thoughts exactly.”
“I’ll tell them I forced you to do it.”
Her head snapped around, her eyes narrowing. “No you won’t, Blaine. I chose to come with you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to tell them. I told you, I’m a big girl. I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Maybe not, but you definitely need someone to protect you from me.”
Her face puckered and her brows dipped in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Before I could respond, the doors opened and the two officers slid into the front seat of the car. The driver started up the engine and then turned to look back at us.
“I called your parents, Chelsey.” He spoke to only her. “They’re going to meet us at the police station to take you home.”
“What about Blaine?” she asked.
If she had any fear that her parents were going to be there waiting for us, she didn’t show any.
He cleared his throat and frowned. “Well, this isn’t Mr. Wesley’s first time breaking and entering. Is it Mr. Wesley?”
Instead of answering, I turned and looked at the window as the old Library building disappeared behind us.
“So, what does that mean?” she rushed on as if she was afraid I was about to tell him to fuck off.
“He might do some actual time—maybe some probation or community service. House arrest might be good for him. And
Instinct took over and before I could think about the right and wrong ways to handle the situation, I was grabbing Chelsey’s hand and pulling her with me.
The cop was quick, but we were quicker, and I managed to keep some distance between him and us. My only concern was getting Chelsey out of the building so she could get away.
“Stop!” the officer yelled behind us, and I looked back to see how far behind he was.
“Blaine!” Chelsey’s terrified scream sucked the air from my body.
She came to a halt, yanking my hand with her as we came face to face with a second police officer.
There was no other chance of escaping. We were fucked.
7
BLAINE
I FELT LIKE A PIECE OF SHIT.
There was no other way for me to feel as I watched the douchebag cop place the handcuffs around Chelsey’s delicate wrists. Anger swelled up inside my chest as he roughly shoved her into the back of the cop car next to me.
Not that she’d care at that point, but I was fucking proud of her for not crying. Especially since it looked like that was all she wanted to do. She didn’t say a word, nor did she look at me, as the cop walked away and left us alone in the back of the car.
“I’m so sorry, Chelsey. I never should’ve brought you here.”
She didn’t say anything at first, and then she lifted her head and looked out the window.
“I’m a big girl, Blaine. I knew the consequences if we got caught. It’s not your fault.”
“Look at me and say that.”
I needed to see her eyes and sweet smile. I needed her to look at me and then I could breathe. She took a deep breath and looked over at me. Our eyes found each other in the dark, and just like that, she made the earth spin again.
“I promise I’m not mad at you,” she said.
Part of me wanted her to be angry. I knew in the back of my mind I deserved her anger, but then again, I was angry enough for the both of us.
“Don’t worry. I’m pissed enough at myself,” I muttered. And then another thought came to me. “Shit! This’ll go on your record.”
“No it won’t.” She was talking to the window, her breath leaving a warm print on the cool glass.
“What do you mean?”
“That officer.” She pointed out the window. “His name is David Jennings. He’s a friend of my father’s.”
“Fuck,” I hissed.
There was no getting around her parents finding out now.
“Yep.” She let out a deep breath. “My thoughts exactly.”
“I’ll tell them I forced you to do it.”
Her head snapped around, her eyes narrowing. “No you won’t, Blaine. I chose to come with you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to tell them. I told you, I’m a big girl. I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Maybe not, but you definitely need someone to protect you from me.”
Her face puckered and her brows dipped in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Before I could respond, the doors opened and the two officers slid into the front seat of the car. The driver started up the engine and then turned to look back at us.
“I called your parents, Chelsey.” He spoke to only her. “They’re going to meet us at the police station to take you home.”
“What about Blaine?” she asked.
If she had any fear that her parents were going to be there waiting for us, she didn’t show any.
He cleared his throat and frowned. “Well, this isn’t Mr. Wesley’s first time breaking and entering. Is it Mr. Wesley?”
Instead of answering, I turned and looked at the window as the old Library building disappeared behind us.
“So, what does that mean?” she rushed on as if she was afraid I was about to tell him to fuck off.
“He might do some actual time—maybe some probation or community service. House arrest might be good for him. And
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