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That are staring right at me, staring at her.
“Heya, Tits. Like what you see?”
A scoff slips out as I sit up straighter, crossing my arms, which does nothing but poke them out farther. Pulling my knees up to my chest helps as I self-consciously run a hand through my tangled ponytail. At least I had a hair tie with me.
“Sorry, that was rude. You have really nice tits, though.”
I feel my left eyebrow tug upward, and I can’t keep from smiling at her. May as well play along…
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?” I try my best Humphrey Bogart impression and fail miserably.
Her reaction is spot on, leaning forward with her eyes wide, her hands to her cheeks, “I say, I was gonna ask you the same question!” And before I can blink, she’s sitting next to me, like we’re at a middle school sleepover instead of a dirty jail cell. “Aw, you think I'm pretty? Thank you. I wish I had your big, sweet ass and chest, honestly. And your lips are absolutely EDIBLE.”
“Ha… Thanks… Ora, right?” I’m usually way more uncomfortable with people in my space, but she’s kind of adorable. Not that my laugh isn’t a nervous one.
“Oh, you overheard me and Donut Dick talking? Yeah, Ora Clive.”
“Hellena. Michaels.”
“Hellena Michaels? Nah.” Ora frames my face between her fingers like she’s taking a snapshot. “HELL. That’s more like it. It fits.”
Hell, huh?
Something Tyler, er, Tell said last night echoes through the back of my head. “Hell never looked so appealing.”
A flush fills my cheeks, and I shove any other thoughts of him away for later. Besides the fact that it brings back the sinking dread of my current situation, the last thing I need is to get all hot and bothered over a boy right now.
“So, whatcha in for, Hell? I'm making my weekly stop into the precinct. You know, just checking in.”
An exaggerated grumble reaches us from the desk outside the cell, something about Ora, bar fights, and putting three men in the hospital, punctuated with “AGAIN”. I’m starting to think Officer Delaney does secretly like her.
“College party for me. I, um, I’m not sure exactly what I’m being charged with yet,” I skirt, shrugging slightly.
“Damn. Never would have pegged you for a frat groupie. Not that I wouldn’t peg you.” Ora snorts and flops down on the bench, laying her head in my lap. And I just let it happen.
“So. A bar fight?” I ignore her obvious tease, and the frat comment. It’s too complicated. And those frat boys and sorority sluts are the reason I’m in here in the first place. Pretty sure some of them pointed the finger at me for, well, everything.
I’m so screwed.
Not a single one of them did a damn thing to help me. Fucking Todd took off running before anyone could point him out as the president of Theta.
Ora misses my inner struggle, clearly still drunk and ready to share her story. “Yeah. People can’t keep their mouths shut and mind their own business. Or keep their hands to themselves. So I had to defend myself.”
“Someone assaulted you?”
“No. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and I was making out with this guy who apparently had a girlfriend. She called me a whore, but not him one for cheating! Double-standard bullshit. So I decked her. Then I decked him when he tried to grab me.”
She giggles at the shock on my face. Not that I haven’t ever been in a fight, but she acts like she’s not five foot nothing and a hundred pounds.
“And the three guys in the hospital?” Now I’m genuinely interested.
“Some other asshole trying to “calm me down”. Black eye, busted lip, split his cheek open, too. Whore boy I was making out with got a broken nose. The other one was the bouncer, tried to grope me when the other guy grabbed me. I broke both of his thumbs.”
“Sounds like a hell of a party.”
“Yours must have been too for you to get arrested. Was there booze? Underage drinking?” She mocks, faking a gasp.
“And… cocaine, weed, ketamine, Molly…” I say barely above a whisper.
