My Sister's a Badass

"Are you going to let me make a phone call now," I ask the cop from behind bars. He doesn't answer me and continues typing on his computer.

"He's not going to answer you. I realized that after asking a dozen times." I turn around to see the one other person in this cell with me.

After punching Ryan in the face multiple times, a cop arrested me. I hadn't known that he was nearby watching as I punched a dent into Ryan's face. I was thrown into the back of a cop car and rolled down to the station.

Since then, I have been stuck in this cell with one other person. A scrawny guy that looks like he couldn't even hurt a fly. Why is he even in here?

He's sitting there, braiding his coily, black hair, as if he has no worries in the world. It's like he doesn't even realize he's in a jail cell. His brown eyes meet mine when I decide to just take a seat on the bench in the jail cell.

"I really need to get out of here. My mom is going to freak out if I'm not home soon," I say, rubbing my forehead.

"What did you do," the guy asks me.

"Tell me what you did first," I send back his way.

"But I asked you first," he says. I stay silent, acting stubborn. "Fine, I'll tell you," he says, losing. He raises up his fist to show me his bruised knuckles.

"Isn't it obvious? I won a fight," he says, sarcastically. I eye him suspiciously.

"I don't believe you," I say and he laughs.

"Yeah, who am I trying to fool? Actually, I was doing a new story and I decided to ask some girls in a bar a couple of questions. Their boyfriends thought I was trying to flirt with them and I tried to explain myself, but they didn't believe me. One of the guys pulled me by the shirt and I punched him on instinct. Cops broke it up before I could be pummeled to death, but now I'm in here and my hand hurts like hell."

"What was the story about," I ask. This guy seems pretty interesting and this is the last place I'd think to find someone like him.

"It's your turn now. I've said enough. I'll tell you when it's my turn again. It's only fair," he says. I breathe out a sigh and decide to just get it over with and just tell him.

"They caught me punching my ex in the face," I put it simply and he eyes me weirdly.

"There's more to the story, isn't there?" I look over at him and smile slightly.

"Am I that easy to read?"

"As easy as I am to read," he answers me. No wonder guys find it so easy to play with my heart.

"He was just a jerk I though I left behind, but he keeps popping his head back into my life no matter how many times I tell him to fuck off or I try to run."

"Sounds fun."

"Oh, it's definitely a lot of fun," I answer his sarcasm with more sarcasm. He chuckles. "Enough about me. Tell me about your stories."

"As a journalist I write about many things. If you want to check it out when you get out of here it's called The Black Sheep. You'll know it's mine when you see the site background is black, but the typing is in white."

"Why did you format it that way? Aren't most newspapers the other way around or with more color? Color usually draws more people in," I ask him.

"Hint why I call my blog The Black Sheep. It's different and its major difference actually draws even more people in."

"Smart. So, what was your latest story on?"

"The importance of art and how it affects us? Since I wasn't able to get any answers because I'm locked up in here, would you like to answer this question?"

"There's nothing else to do in here anyways. Might as well answer," I tell him and he gives me a humorous smile.

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"Are you guys quite done talking now?" Oliver and I look up at the officer who's unlocking the jail cell door.

"I guess he's finally speaking to us," Oliver whispers to me and I try to hide my chuckle.

"You guys are free to go," the officer says. I stand up with Oliver and we walk out. The officer hands us our stuff and told us we could leave. Once we step outside, I can see Nick standing in front of his car.

"Looks like my brother is here to pick me up," I tell Oliver.

"My dad's here too. I guess this is goodbye. It was nice meeting you, Spencer. Thank you for letting me use your answer in my blog."

"Don't say goodbye. You have my number. This isn't the end." He smiles and he stretches his hand out in my direction. I stretch my hand out to his and we shake hands.

"So, what story got you in trouble this time?" I turn around to see an older guy that looks almost identical to Oliver. He doesn't seem mad and he pats Oliver on the back.

"Spencer this is my dad. Dad this is my new pal Spencer," Oliver introduces us. "I won a bar fight," Oliver explains to his dad. His dad shakes his head in amusement, knowing that Oliver isn't being serious.

"It was nice meeting you. My brother's waiting for me. I better get going," I tell them and they wish me well. I walk over to Nick who's waiting for me with an unknown look in his eyes.

"How was prison," he asks me once we're both sitting inside the car.

"It wasn't prison, you doofus," I tell him and he leans over to mess up my hair. I swat his arm away. "Do you know if mom is mad at me?"

"She's not. Jamie explained everything to her. I tried to find Ryan, so I could beat him up, but he told the cops he won't press charges and ran off with his tail between his legs," Nick informs me.

"Don't worry. I got him good." I show Nick my bruised knuckles.

"My sister's a badass," he says and I laugh.

Honestly, being in that jail cell was the break I needed. I even got a new friend out of it. Obviously I wouldn't recommend it, but I didn't have to stress about everything that just happened or what would happen afterwards.

This peace won't last long.