I pull myself out of Noah’s bed, throwing the blankets off a little harder than necessary and sending them halfway across the room. Fuck it, Noah can fix it when he gets home. That rat bastard.
I grab one of his hoodies and pull it over my head before finding my sweatpants that got tossed across the room this afternoon before we crashed down into his bed.
Things haven’t been easy over the past week, especially with all the shit that went down with Monica yesterday. He hasn’t forgiven me for keeping him in the dark and I haven’t exactly been forward with an apology about it. Then add the Anton bullshit and it’s been a complete mess.
Luckily for us, the physical side of our relationship seems well intact. Noah and I are just…compatible. We’ll get past this all this bullshit and when we do, we’ll be free to soar once again. It’s just a bump in the road, though I guess you could say it’s a fucking ditch now that he got arrested. That fucking idiot. Who would be stupid enough to get arrested?
Though, maybe it’s about racing. No, it wouldn’t be that. He’s too careful when he races. It’s definitely the shit he’s doing for Anton. Besides, the races weren’t on tonight.
How am I supposed to actually bail him out? I’m not over eighteen. Does that even matter? Does it cost? Fuck. I am not equipped for this. What was he thinking?
I do a quick google search.
Great. Looks like I need some cash, a ride, and a shitload of patience.
I ransack Noah’s room, knowing he must have some sort of cash hidden around here from the bullshit he does with Anton, and I’m not surprised when I find it.
I grab a stack of cash and then double it because no doubt Rivers is in there with him.
I go to leave when I realize Noah probably took his car before he got arrested and dad’s old pick up is at home, happily not working once again. I mean, it’s about time for that truck to go, but dad can’t seem to part with it.
With a cringe, I take the keys for Tully’s Jeep and hope she can forgive me when she finds out about this. Though, I have a feeling she wouldn’t mind. She’d be more pissed that Noah wanted this kept from her, once again proving that there are cracks in his ‘pack’ theory.
I haul ass down to the cop shop and make my way through the door, hating how the drive over here was more than enough time to build me up into a rage. I find an officer at the front desk and give him the boys’ names.
The officer looks up and I can’t help but notice how young he is, and damn, he looks pretty damn good in that uniform. “Ah, yes. You’re here for the two idiots caught stealing a car red-handed.”
My mouth drops open and the sudden thoughts about how cute he is shrivel up and die. “Excuse me?” I stutter out. “Did you just say…?”
“Stealing a car?” he smirks, pleased that I seemed to be shocked by this information. “Yeah. They tried to run too.”
I shake my head as the information overwhelms me. “So, what now?”
“They’re still getting booked so it looks like you’re in for a little wait. I’ll process their bail and then they’re free to go.”
“So, that’s it? They won’t get charged?”
The officer lets out a breath and leans forward. “Look, I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but if my gut feeling is right and these two were doing this under… someone’s instruction, then I have a feeling the charges will mysteriously disappear.”
My eyes widen. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah. Trust me, this isn’t their first time being locked in the slammer.”
“What?” I shriek.
The officer smirks once again and the need to question his professionalism fares through me, but I keep my mouth shut. After all, he’s giving me information that I sure as hell wouldn’t have gotten from Noah or Rivers.
“Yep. Now, go get yourself comfortable. I need to start processing this if you intend to get home before the sun rises,” he tells me before indicating towards the left hand side of the room to a door. “There’s tea and coffee through there if you need it.”
I wander off and help myself to a coffee that tastes like shit before making myself comfortable.
I wait for nearly two hours, pleased that I have my Kindle app on my phone, otherwise the wait would have been excruciating.
Noah walks out with Rivers behind him and I walk forward, ignoring both the boys. I find the officer at the front desk and give him a grateful smile. “Thank you,” I tell him. “Is there anything else I need to do?”
“Yeah,” he says, handing me two identical release forms, the only difference being the photo’s attached and the names printed at the top. “Sign these and you’re good to go.”