I sit outside the headteachers office waiting to be called in. My heart is pounding, I don't know exactly what this is about but I have a pretty good idea since all of my friends have been called in before me.
Most of them have left the office in tears taken away by their parents.
Tasha came out the office with a smirk on her face. I smile knowing that she would of given Ms Jackson hell.
She sat down next to me.
"What happened in there?" I ask figuring if I know what its about then I can work out what I'm going to say.
"Eva told them everything Phoebs, I've been expelled and I think the others have too".
The bitch, what a fucking traitor.
"I can't believe she's done that. What the hell!".
Tasha looks as if she's going to cry, from what she's told me before I know that her father gives her a hard time at the best of times.
I put my arms around her not really knowing what to say.
"What did you tell them?".
"I denied it but it was no use, she had a letter from Eva and she said the rest of them had already told her what had happened".
I roll my eyes, trust them to blab. If they had kept quiet we might have all been okay, I mean they have to believe seven people over one right?
Neither of us say a word and pretty soon I'm called in.
"Good luck".
I give Tasha a small smile but I am panicking now. I have been at this school pretty much my whole life, I don't want to leave.
"Sit down Phoebe" Mrs Jackson points to the seat on the opposite side of her desk.
I sit there and give her a hard stare. There is no way I'm going to admit to anything even if the rest of them didn't have the balls to lie I sure as hell do.
Neither of us say a word for a few minutes, Ms Jackson stares at me as if trying to read my thoughts.
"You're probably wondering why you are here Miss Grey" she says with a smirk.
"Obviously" I say and roll my eyes at her.
She sighs and removes her glasses.
"Is there anything you wish to tell me Phoebe?" she asks with a genuine look of concern.
"No Miss" I say in the sweetest voice I can muster and smile at her with wide, innocent looking eyes.
"Very well. I have reason to believe that you and your friends have been taking drugs".
My mouth goes dry, I knew that's why we were all called in here but hearing her say it makes it seem a lot worse than it did out there with Tasha.
"I don't know what you mean Miss, I've never done anything like that".
"I think you do Phoebe. It'll be much better if you just come clean and admit it".
I know that she already knows exactly what we have been doing but I'm still not going to give her the satisfaction of me admitting to it.
"There really isn't anything for me to tell you miss".
I toy with the idea of telling her that we have been sneaking out of bed at night and sitting in the common room but decide against it. It feels too much like admitting part of the truth.
"Phoebe I have already had all of your little friends in here and not all of them had the same dedication as you clearly do to not telling on each other".
I stare at her, not blinking and not saying a word.
Ms Jackson pulls something out of a drawer in her desk and sets it on the table.
"Do you know what this is?".
"Obviously not" I snap abandoning the sweet little schoolgirl act.
Ms Jackson smirks at me.
"This is Eva's account of things. Do you want to know what it says?".
"Not really". I fake a yawn. This is boring now.
"Very well. It is a letter that Eva has written to me, it tells me of the drugs that you and your friends have been taking, how you have been managing to get out of school every night without being seen and it tells me the means you used to get those drugs".
I stare at her and shrug with an icy cold glare.
"I must say Phoebe, you and your friends clearly gave it a lot of thought on how to get in and out of school. If I hadn't of received this informative letter we probably wouldn't of known anything about it".
I grit my teeth, she's trying to get a reaction out of me. Well its not going to work.
"I really don't know what you are on about. The only thing I have done at night is sleep".
Ms Jackson grins at me.
"I didn't say it was at night now did I Phoebe?"
Crap. Fuck. Shit.
"Well you obviously think that we have been doing that and if you have a look you will see that I have been in classes during the day".
Ms Jackson sighs and shakes her head.
She must know that I'm not going to say anything because she tells me that she is going to call my father.
I shrug and smile at her. She obviously thinks my father will be able to get the truth out of me but she is very much mistaken.
"Okay, it'll be nice to see him anyway. I hope he takes me to the restaurant he took me to before" I say with a smile.
She frowns knowing that her little plan hasn't worked.
"Right Phoebe, I have tried to do this the easy way but you clearly aren't going to play ball. So now you can sit outside with Tasha while I make a phone call to the Police, they will come and arrest the two of you and you will be taken to the police station where you will be tested for drugs".
I sit back in my seat feeling a little defeated but I keep smiling at her.
I know that I'm going to be found out now but I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of begging her not to or crying or whatever it is that the others did.
I stand and walk out the room and sit back down next to Tasha.
"Oh my god Tash, what are we going to do?".
"We'll be able to see each other all the time Phoebs, my Dad lives in Seattle remember".
I look at her confused, she obviously doesn't know.
"No I mean what are we going to do because the fucking police are on their way to take us to the police station Tasha. We're gonna be arrested".
Tasha goes deathly white.
"Seriously?".
"Yeah, well thats what she told me anyway. She said that she was phoning them now".
"Shit".
Me and Tasha decide not to say a word when we get to the police station, they can't use what we don't tell them.
It takes 10 minutes for the police to turn up, give us the arresting speech and bundle us into seperate police cars.
I can't believe this is happening.
When I arrive at the police station I am booked in and made to sit on a bench while the same officer books Tasha in.
My stomach is in knots and my mouth dry. All I can think is that my father is going to fucking kill me.
Once they have booked Tasha in the take us both to separate cells and lock the doors.
I sit on the bed thats in there and put my head in my hands.
Oh god, this is serious.
All I can think of is my father getting here. He's probably bringing my grandfather with him, he would never let anyone else be my legal representative.
I am comforted a little by that thought, my grandfather is one of the best lawyers around.
It feels like I've been sitting in the cell forever when the police officer comes and opens the door.
"Come with me" he demands.
I quickly follow him and he takes me to a little room where I have my mugshot taken, my fingerprints taken and am informed that I have to have a urine test.
"What for?
All of the courage I had earlier, in Ms Jackson's office has now disappeared.
"To see if there's any drugs in your system. The results will be back in 24 hours".
I notice my Dad is in the room, when did he get here?
The police officer hands me a a plastic container which I assume I have to pee into.
"The toilets are this way" I am told and follow the officer.
I go in and do my business into the pot and hand it to the officer waiting outside for me.
I am lead to a room with a table and 4 chairs, 2 either side of the table and a recording machine sat on the table. My father is already sat in there waiting for me.
The whole interview takes about 10 minutes and I refuse to say a word throughout.
"What's going to happen now?" my father asks when the officer says that the interview is over.
"Well her urine sample will be sent to the lab and tested. Until then we will be releasing her on bail but she is required to come back in two days time and if drugs are found in her system then she will be charged".
My father nodded silently. The officer told him he could take me home now.
I walked just behind my father to the car. Taylor was in the front and all of my stuff from school was in the boot.
"What the hell were you thinking" my father yelled as soon as we were in the car and driving home.
"I wasn't really Dad". I smirk at him.
He slams his hand on the dashboard making me jump.
"So help me god Phoebe, do not be smart with me. Not when I have had to come and pick you up from the fucking police station".
"You didn't have to come pick me up Dad, I'm surprised you didn't just send Taylor or something. This is the first time I've seen you in months and its because you didn't have a choice in coming" I yell back just as loud.
No one says anything for the rest of the journey.
Please R&R. I want to know if this version is better than the first