Chapter 70

They were out of Cheetos. Worst day ever.

"I'm part of a girl gang! Oh my God! This is going on my permanent record!" Teeny Tiny Dictator couldn't keep her cool in the clink or the big house, though actually we were all piled into the station's waiting room.

The boys were all put into Fork's Correctional Facility jumpsuits. It was kind of a turn on.

"Dictator, I think we should get girl gang approved tats. You sure would look pretty with a tear drop tattooed permanently next to your eye," I stated staring at her face. "Mary Jane, use those art skills and design our girl gang tag."

Kate laughed.

Dictator was not so amused. "This is serious, Bella!"

"It's fine." I popped a Lorna Doone in my mouth. It was stale,damn it. I went over to the officer sitting at the desk, only pausing to pinch my kid's butt. He really did look good in prison blues. He blushed. "Frank, I need to order a pizza."

"Sure, Bells." Frank didn't even look up from his report. He knew me too well.

Chief Charlie stomped out of his office. "Daughter, what are you doing?"

"Ordering a pizza. Motorcycle repair makes a girl famished." That was my story and I was sticking to it. "Right, Mary Jane?"

"I think the improvements made it even better," Kate was sitting on Teeth's lap. She had a thing for our significant others looking naughty. This was as close as any of those boys would ever get to the other side of the law.

"Ladies..." My father began.

Fonzie growled from the other side of the room, "Those bitches are liars! I want to press charges!"

Chief Charlie was going to beat him with his bully stick for those words. Fun.

Baseball Boy was being held back by James Taylor. Silly testosterone. I could easily beat up Fonzie myself.

"That's my girl and her friends you're talking about," Dad growled. "Shut your trap, boy!"

I yawned. I was missing my third nap. "Hey Boo, umm...Angela, how old are you again?"

"Sixteen." She looked confused.

I looked at the the glowering greaser. "Fonzie, are you sixteen?"

"No bitch, I'm nineteen."

My kid struggled against James Taylor. "Don't you dare talk about the love of my life that way!"

"Simmer down, kid. I do appreciate the sentiment, but I got this." The crowd watched and Trailer chomped her gum. "Dearest Papa, what would you say about a much older man using a minor and then treating her most terribly? I think there might be a law on the books that..."

"Bella, are you saying what I think you're saying?" Chief Charlie was livid.

"Yup."

My father grabbed a pair of cuffs off a desk and went over to Fonzie and pinned him to the wall. He handcuffed him. "You are under arrest. Frank, read him his rights and book this deviant!"

"Can we go now, sir?" My kid asked quietly.

"Son, we need to chat about your state of undress." My father stroked his mustache. "Also, the new repair hobby that the girls have."

"They were just trying to keep us safe, Chief Charlie. Motorcycle repair can be dangerous. We wouldn't wait and they followed to keep us safe. They just happened to forget their pants. They're the baseball team, Dad. They aren't the brightest bears in the woods."

"Hey!" The boys collectively exclaimed, except for the giant.

He said,"I resemble that remark."

"Bella..."

"Don't punish everyone else for trying to help a friend. Ground me, Dad. I'll take the blame."

It was prom season after all. I nice grounding would work out perfectly.

"Prom's coming, sir!" My kid shouted. He looked worried.

Damn it.

My father smiled. A big smile. This was bad.

"Don't worry, son. Bella's punishment is to go to prom."

Oh hells no.