I sit on his bed, alarmed.
“We stole Deputy Wyatt’s car to joyride in.” He sits beside me.
“What the fuck, Josh? Someone could’ve gotten hurt.”
Out of all the idiotic shit I imagined they’d be doing, this possibility never crossed my mind. That’s why the guys were quiet about what their plans were for tonight.
“I know. Shit, it wasn’t supposed to go down like this. Zeke lost control and crashed.” He drags his hand roughly through his hair.
“Is everyone okay? Where’s Trevor?” I feel horrible for wanting to ask about Art first.
“Trevor is fine. He doesn’t want to face your wrath right now—that’s why he hasn’t called yet.”
“What about everyone else?” I really want to ask if Art is home.
Josh scrubs a hand down his face. “Everyone got away, except Art.”
I automatically assume the worst. “Did you guys set him up?”
“How could you even think that? I don’t like him, but I wouldn’t set him up. It all happened so fast. After Zeke crashed, all of us took off running. Art and I ran in the same direction. I jumped over the fence behind him, but my shoe got stuck. I thought he was going to leave me, but he came back.” Josh shakes his head in disbelief. “He got me free, but it was too late for him.”
“That’s why your father left here furious.”
“Fuck, he’s going to rat us out.” Josh drops his head into his upturned hands.
“Art doesn’t seem like the type to snitch, but are you going to let him take the fall by himself?”
“There’s no evidence we were involved. We wore masks, so no one can identity our faces. and gloves, so no fingerprints. It’ll be our word against his. No one will believe him over us,” Josh says with confidence.
Un-fucking-believable.
“How can you throw him to the wolves after he went back for you?” I glower at him.
At least he has the decency to look ashamed. I don’t understand why I always feel the need to defend Art, especially since he’s such an asshole to me.
“I know you’ll do the right thing,” I say, leaving his room.
The bastard left me to take all the blame. I can’t say I’m surprised. Josh and his friends are snakes. I should’ve stayed in like I fucking planned, but no, I let the asshole talk me into going out. So here I am at the police station in some shitty interrogation room, getting grilled.
Deputy These Nuts throws the Bill Clinton mask on the table in front of me before leaning close to my face. God, his breath smells like diarrhea.
“Who else was with you tonight? You’ll start talking now if you know what’s good for you, boy!”
Spittle hits my bottom lip. Fucking disgusting. Sheriff Andy lounges lazily against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Am I supposed to be scared?”
“You’re going to be in juvie until you’re twenty! You’re a menace to society!” The deputy is getting himself all worked up.
“Let me guess. Good cop.” I lift my handcuffed wrists, pointing at Sheriff Andy. “Bad cop.” I turn my finger towards Deputy These Nuts.
“What you and your friends did is very serious.” Sheriff Andy straightens from the wall.
“I’m ready to talk.”
“Good,” the deputy says, happily.
“I would be doing the entire community a disservice if I didn’t tell you how bad your breath stinks. I think it’s time you made an appointment to see a dentist. You may have halitosis.”
