In the meantime, Sara was handcuffed and put in a small cell. She sits on the cold metal bench and stews over the happenings of tonight. She wonders how she could let herself be caught, be fooled by some scrawny science nerd; he didn't even look like someone who would join a gang. But then again, she tells herself, looks can be decieving. As she lies back on the bench, hands behind her head and legs crossed, she remembers his face. For a science nerd, he was pretty cute.

Cute. Since when have I ever been attracted to cute?

She rolls her eyes and looks through the bars of her cell. As the officers walk by, they shoot her a weary glance and continue on their way to wherever they are heading.

What are they looking at?

She gets up from the hard, uncomfortable bench and moves to her not as hard, but still uncomfortable bed that might end up being hers permanently. She closes her eyes and tries to fall asleep, blocking out any and all thoughts of today. Especially of him.