A news bulletin runs across the screen, before revealing a dark skinned male anchor appeared on the screen. His suit was grey, and he held a stack of paper in his hands. But even with my shades on I see they were blank.

"Good evening, as you all would know Tony and Golden Globe winner: Cable Cross was arrested in Lima Ohio for a DUI and resisting arrest this weekend."

They threw a picture of my mugshot onscreen. I was slightly relieved. I thought I'd look bad, but I looked sexy, and my Instagram and Twitter followers agreed. I wasn't stupid enough to smile a toothy grin, like Bieber, but there was my signature half-smile. My dirty blonde hair looked stylish; as strands fell over my coral blue eyes. My tattered grey shirt caused my tan skin to darken in contrast. I looked like I was posing for a photoshoot.

"The thirty-three-year-old actor was pulled over by deputies after leaving the wrap-party of his latest film: The Farm Hand."

I looked down at my IPad where I was having a conference call with my agent, Sophia Blake and my publicist, Brock Turner. Sophia was a fifty-year-old bulldog of a woman of Persian descent. And I meant bulldog in behaviour; she was ruthless especially when it came to my career. Brock, on the other hand, was a cool character in comparison. He was slow, deliberate and my best friend since high school. His inky skin looked fantastic against his ice-chip blue three piece suit. A compliment I gave him earlier to soften the blows, I knew I'd suffer.

"It wasn't that bad," I argued before the newscaster continued.

"Where after failing a sobriety test, sprinted into a cornfield nearby."

I looked back at my team. "A natural instinct, I feel."

"Video of the incident was recorded from the body cam of one of the deputies, which we have exclusively obtained. Here it is now."

I shut my eyes and grimaced as I knew what was about to occur.

The television screen flashed to the first person POV of a deputy charging through the cornfield at night. In between the rapidly seen, dark corn leaves, I could see my blonde hair slightly in the distance.

"Stop running!"

"Stop chasing me!" My recognisable voice replied.

Then suddenly I see myself being tackled from the side by the other deputy.

I turned off the TV not needing to see the rest. I tried to think of the best way to spin this to my team, but I came back blank, except for one thing.

"I think I could definitely sue -"

"Cable!" Sophia interrupted, her voice was sharp and husky. I closed my mouth and gritted my teeth.

Brock leant forward. "You are being charged with a DUI and resisting arrest. The video is utterly damning. What were you thinking, Cabe?"

I opened my mouth to answer him, but Sophia interrupted me. "It doesn't matter. The damage is done."

"Well, what are you going to do about it? Let's brainstorm."

Sophia blew out a puff of smoke. "We already have, while you were in a jail cell."

Why did I get the feeling, I wasn't going to enjoy the solution they had in mind? Perhaps it was that Brock was rubbing his cuff between his thumb and forefinger so quickly it could have started a fire. His tells were so obvious, it's why I always cleaned in dry during poker. Sophia was as stone-faced as ever, which made me even more worried.

"Cable we need to do damage control. Social media is blowing up about this. Your mugshot is everywhere."

I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I know."

"I didn't mean that in a good way Cable. People are sick of the bad boy image. You need to go back to your roots."

"My roots? You mean go back to Broadway. Alright, that's cool. I could -"

Brock put his hand up to stop me. "No. I mean your roots?"

I frowned in confusion, before my face and my stomach dropped. "You mean Glee Club. Bro, I'm not going back to high school!"

Sophia put out her cigarette. "You don't have any charges in New York City. You have them in the state of Iowa. We offered that you volunteer as a glee club teacher in one of their schools. They accepted it as a form of community service."

"Community service is picking up trash, painting over graffiti. Not teaching children. Who do they think I am Mary Poppins?"

"Cabe, all you have to do is make the state look good. All they are asking for is Nationals."

I snapped my head, completely aghast. "Nationals!? They want me to get a club to nationals?"

Brock coughed another one of his tells. "Um, they want you to get in the top three."

My eyes rolled into my head as my jaw dropped. "No f-ing way am I doing that. Put me in a hi-visibility vest and give me a trash poker, because I'm not going to risk my reputation on some kids."

"Your reputation is in the sh!%ter. You either do this or do real time."

"What?" I asked, why would I be serving an actual sentence.

"This isn't your first offence, you've picked up trash and painted walls before, and it hasn't worked. They will put you in a cell."

"OJ got off why can't I?"

Brock raised an eyebrow at me. "Seriously?"

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Cabe you've been my friend for a long time, so as a friend I am telling you, you need to do this."

I didn't say a word. I left that part of me behind in the dust. I'm a man, an award-winning actor, not some prissy joke. But I also didn't want anyone tossing my salad in prison, so ...

"Fine. What's the school called?"

"William McKinley High School."

"Peachy, just peachy."

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