Until You Turn Eighteen
Written By: Cierra Dawn
I don't own anything reffering to Degrassi other than a couple pictures of the cast and my Comcast cable box that has Degrassi On Demand!
-One-
Mary Jane Manning sat in a cop car, smirk planted on her beautiful brown eyed, fair skinned face. Trouble written all over her expression. It wasn't everyday you come across a 17 year old teenager fearless of her possibility for juvenile for her crime, but given her usual rebellious circumstances, it didn't shock anyone. Not her mother, her councilors, or even the officer who arrested her. Her crime was not as serious as everyone made it out to be, and if they knew the life Mary Jane had to live everyday, they'd have probably tried to run away as well. Of course her life was kept secret by her and her Hollywood drop out mother.
"I sure hope you relies how much trouble your in for missy." the officer who arrested her, officer Kinney, stated on the drive to the Police Station. Mary Jane, nicknamed by all her friends MJ, rolled her eyes at the over-sized, balding officer that sat in front of her.
"Oh trust me, Office Kinney, I'm shaking in my mini skirt." MJ snickered lightly as she turned her other remarks towards the weather. Officer Kinney grumbled a curse under his breath and fell as silent as the grave on there way to the Station.
MJ leaned her head against the window frame of the vehicle, watching the fields go by her and the other car zoom by. It made her think back to earlier that night, she grinned at everything she had done that night. If only her mother wasn't out to get her the way she was. Hell, she thought her leaving would make her mother ecstatic, since she made sure to remind MJ on a daily bases how much she didn't want her in her life. But knowing her mother, she put out the ransom to find her quote "Darling angel" probably only because she knew that MJ running away pleased MJ as well as her mother, and pleasing MJ was something her mother was defiantly not going to allow.
MJ defiantly had a great way of masking her true feelings, weather it came to her mother or in situations like these were she was in trouble and she acted like it hardly bothered her. She stayed that way for a reason though, because no matter what, there was no way she would ever let her mother or anyone else see the scared little child buried deep down inside of her. Finally, after driving at what seemed to MJ 2 hours, Officer Kinney pulled into the Police Station. MJ sat up when he pulled open the backdoor and wished he wasn't being so damn rough with her when he grabbed her elbow and dragged her out of the cop car. MJ winced lightly so he wouldn't see and started walking with the officer who's grip was so tight she was sure there would be burses on her arms tomorrow.
"So how much did my mother pay you to come out looking for me?" MJ said on there walk to the station.
"That's none of your business, girly. Only thing that matters is that you're here and by what your momma described you, it's the perfect place for you to be." Officer Kinney answered, his rich southern accent making MJ grin on the inside.
"If only you knew." MJ muttered under her breath, but it didn't do much good since he heard her.
"If I only knew what?" Officer Kinney asked. MJ turned her head and looked him in the eyes. She grinned and laughed lightly.
"That's none of your business, girly." she mimicked, even throwing in a fake southern accent to top it off. There for a split second you could see a small smile grow on the officer's face, but it quickly faded and he acted like it offended him.
"Damn kid." he grumbled, opening the door to the station and pulled her inside. Officer Kinney walked over to the front desk of the station, stating to the lady sitting there what MJ thought of why she was being taken in and what was going to happen. He walked back over with his arms crossed after at least 30 minutes of conversation.
"Alright missy, empty your pockets." Officer Kinney said to MJ. MJ raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head lightly.
"How can I empty my pockets when I'm cuffed? I'm not Chris Angel you know." MJ said to the officer, giving him her signature 'duh' face. Officer Kinney sighed and scratched his scalp.
"Officer Castle, can you please help me out with this one. Since you're a young boy yourself." He yelled over to a younger and much….much more attractive officer than Kinney, Officer Castle. He nodded and walked over, coffee in hand.
"What seems to be the problem?" Castle asked in a deep southern voice that made Officer Kinney bit his lip and made MJ bit her lip on the inside to keep from laughing at the, now knowing, gay Officer Kinney in front of her. MJ looked over at Castle and smiled.
"Nothings wrong, its just I'm trying to explain to this idiot right here that I can't empty my pockets with my wrist tide up like a freaking Burrito." MJ's words made Officer Castle chuckle and smile himself.
"Spit fire, aren't you?" Castle said with a flirtatious smirk that Officer Kinney caught. Since he defiantly wasn't gonna let MJ have her fun with his crush, he hurried up and dug his hands in her jean pockets, took out her black cell phone, sunglasses, and eyeliner, and slammed them on the table in front of them.
"There, pockets are clean and you can get in a cell were you belong." Officer Kinney practically yelled threw gritted teeth as he took her arms and shoved her down the hallway. Officer Castle watched the scene and rolled his eyes, already knowing that he had his man crush on him but he was as straight as a toothpick, but Kinney just didn't get it nor wanted to accept it. Castle cocked his head to the side, taking one final glance at MJ's ass and smirked, walking back to his office.
MJ thought the way Officer Kinney acted just then was as childish as all get out. Getting that jealous over a man who's obviously straight was ridiculous. And even if he was a bisexual, or even gay but just had one of those personalities were he flirts with everyone, Castle was way out of Kinney's league. And probably way to young to boot. And yet everyone calls me the child MJ thought and shook her head. As Officer Kinney escorted MJ down the long row of jail cells, all the convents whistled and holard at MJ. All she did was smirk to herself and strutted with pride down that hallway, her arrogance making Kinney even more angry than he already was.
They finally reached a cell that stopped just in the middle of the row, cell that was numbered at the top number ten. Officer Kinney, out of a fit of anger, pushed MJ against the nearest wall hard and took off her cuffs without care of hurting her. Just to tease and mess with the overreacting officer, she let out a fake sexual moan and bit her lip.
"So forceful, Officer Kinney. Your making me so wet." she said in her attempt to sound sexual, and also making the cellmates in the cell behind them about come in there pants. Kinney rolled his eyes after pushing the cuffs back in his pants pocket and turned her around.
"Listen here you little…..little girl. I'm not someone you wanna mess with."
"Oh please. I know why your really angry. Its because little Officer Castle in the front office was flirting with me and not you. Or wait, maybe that's why you pushed me against the wall, you pictured Castle against it, bent over and with a grin on his face? Hell that even sounds sexy to me. Go ask him to come in here and we can all join in on the fun." MJ said with a smirk, leaving Officer Kinney speechless and leaving the cellmates laughing and whistling. Kinney sighed and opened the cell door, pushing her inside it and pulled it shut while locking. He glared at her as he slid the keys into his belt and shook his head.
"By the way your dumber than you look. I'm not a queer."
"Right, well keep telling yourself that while you jack off to Castle's picture okay?" Officer Kinney rolled his eyes and walked away. MJ watched him with a smirk on her face. She then heard a man laugh behind her and heard him call out.
"Don't hide your true self, Kinney." That right there made MJ almost die of laughter. It put the cherry on top of an already iced cake. She turned around and smirked at the man sitting on the cot in front of her.
"Can you believe that guy?" MJ asked with a shake of her head. The man smiled and shook his head as well.
"You know how these small town officers work. They think they're the shit, but really they just embarrass themselves." He answered, his voice deep and raspy, making MJ bit her lip now. She walked closer to get a better look at the guy and see were the hell she'd be sleeping tonight. She stopped just an inch away from the man and looked at him. He looked about in his late thirties, his hair was a mixture of brown and blond and was cut short with it spiked, his eyes were a crystal blue. His jaw chizzled and body defiantly muscular, the site of him took MJ's breath away. She had never in her life seen a man as gorgeous as him.
The man stared at MJ as well holding back the groan that was crawling up his throat. She looked in her teens, probably seventeen he guessed. Her long brown locks stopped just below her waist, and her eyes matched her natural hair color almost identically. Her eyes, God her eyes almost made him lose control. They were so dark and soulful, and so beautiful. Her skin shown pail, yet she had dark features along with her pale skin which made him relies that she had to be a mixture of some culture. He guessed Mexican. Her body was so perfectly made that he knew he would get hard if he glanced at it once more.
The room grew a strange silence. MJ stopped herself from looking and started noticing the jail cell she was in. She didn't really notice until now how horrible it smelt, the scent of rotting blood, dirt, and sweat filled the cell air and made MJ shudder. The cell was small, the bed was chained against the wall and was bunk style naturally. The man finally tore his eyes way and noticed her look around the cell.
"Not exactly the Buckingham Palace is it, kid?" he said breaking the silence. MJ looked over at him and shook her head with a smile.
"Sadly no. Although I've never really been one to judge a place." She said sarcastically. The man laughed and shook his head.
"You're funny kid. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked. MJ looked over at him with a small smirk. She sat next to him on the bed and looked over at him.
"You really wanna know? Because you better prepare yourself. It's one of the most unforgivable crimes known to man." Keeping up with her sarcasm, she said it so and he laughed again.
"Quite playing around and tell me what you did." He chuckled out, making her laugh a little as well.
"Okay okay I'm done. I stole my mom's car and ran away to some town in Kentucky. When my mom found out she freaked, got the cops called and they dragged my ass back to Cincinnati. My home town and now I'm here." She said with a small sigh and leaned against the chain on the bed. The man shook his head and scratched his neck some.
"That don't really seem all that fare. I mean, your what? Sixteen? Seventeen? I'm sure you have a license, don't you?" He asked. MJ stood up and started pacing around the room.
"You'd think I would, but I don't. My mom never let me get one, even after I passed my driver's exam with flying colors it still didn't convince her to let me have one and she wouldn't dare give me the money. So technically, in my opinion, I was a authorized driver. But with the laws and all this stupid shit, they arrested me." She explained. He sighed lightly, hardly thinking that was right himself, and looked at her.
"You're mom's a bitch anit she?" MJ turned to look at him, her gaze looked troubled and confused.
"You don't agree with her?" MJ asked trying not to look so shocked.
"Hardly, which was why I asked what I did." He said. MJ looked beside her then back and the man and nodded her head.
"Yeah, she is."