EIGHT HOURS AGO,
6:37 PM.
I stand up tiredly, and Jagger swings his arm over my shoulder.
"Now, now, Fallon, you should be honored to be my plus one."
"I'm not if that'll drag down your ego a bit. I'm actually quite embarrassed, but since you're my favorite little book character I'm going with you."
Jagger grins.
"At least I'm your favorite."
I roll my eyes.
"Whatever, Swaggy Jaggy."
Jagger fake gags.
"Ew."
Indie looks at the both of us.
"I can feel the chemistry between you two. It's almost uncomfortable."
I distance myself from Jagger, before looking away and crossing my arms over my chest, whistling nonchalantly.
"I don't have a clue what you're talking about, DeeDee."
"Yeah right you don't, Fallon."
I sit on the floor, yawning.
"Now that I think about it? I'm too lazy to go."
Darius grumbles under his breath.
"Please don't leave me with them."
I groan.
"Ugh. You guys are literal children! I hate it! When does this even start?! And what the hell am I meant to wear?"
Jagger grins.
"I can find you something to wear, cupcake."
I give him a look from the corner of my eye.
"I'm not a damn cupcake."
"You look like one. With green frosting. I'd eat you right up..."
"That's concerning."
Jagger approaches my closet, staring at everything in it.
"I certainly have some options...I can make you look like my little hooker."
I snort.
"Like hell I'm dressing as some sort of hooker to Lyric's birthday party."
"Fine, fine. But you are going to wear this."
My eyes move to the corset and booty shorts in his hand and I grimace.
"Oh no."
*********
"Oh yes!"
Jagger grins, slapping my ass.
I let out a yelp, my eye twitching.
"Do that again and I'll shove your hand down your throat, scumbag. Just because you have one doesn't mean you have to act like one."
He starts laughing hysterically, and I rub my forehead tiredly.
"At least help me tie the back of this damn corset! One of you?!"
Jagger rolls his eyes.
"As if I know how to work such a contraption."
I glare at him through my mirror.
"You're about as useful as a condom with a hole in it, Jagger."
Indie bursts out laughing before sighing.
"Don't worry. I'll help you. But...do you guys wanna hear a joke!"
"NO!" We all say at the same time, and Indie smirks.
"I take that as a solid yes, children. What's the difference between a snowman and a snowwoman?"
We all stare at her blankly as a grin stretches across her face.
"Snowballs!"
Darius claps slowly.
"Wow. That was so funny, Indie. I'm dying."
Indie grumbles under her breath.
"Bitch."
She pulls the strings of the corset and I let out a yelp, staring at her wide eyed.
"I believe that's tight enough!"
Jagger smirks.
"Well...think of it. If it's tighter, it pushes your boobs up. It pushes your boobs up, I have something to look at other than the pool at this girl's party."
I roll my eyes.
"You're gross. But at this point I expect nothing less from you."
I stand up, adjusting it before grimacing.
"Oh fuck. I really do look like a hooker."
Jagger hooks me closer to him by the waist again, smirking down at me.
"What can I say? I have a thing for working girls."
*********
After a little while, Tuesday peaks her head in.
"You guys—woah."
She looks at all of us, grinning.
"Some people are trying to make an impression..."
Arlo rolls her eyes.
"Alright, Monday, are we not allowed to look nice anymore?"
"My name's Tuesday, dumbass!"
"Oh believe me, I know." Arlo grins. "I like to see you squirm."
Tuesday's eyes widen, and I smirk.
"Now look who's hardcore flirting. I totally ship it."
"Shut up, booger!"
I make a disgusted face.
"I know you did not just call me a booger, woman. Do I look like fucking snot to you?!"
"Actually, yes you do."
Tuesday rolls her eyes.
"Come on, you guys. We wouldn't want to be late."
I sigh.
"I still don't know why she invited you and not me. I'm superior to all of you combined."
"As if."
Tuesday turns her head over her shoulder with a sly smile.
"Superior people are the ones who have the cigs."
********
We make it outside, and I branch off towards my motorcycle.
"I'm riding my motorcycle...being alone is better than being with a bunch of nuisances. And Tuesday? I'm not smoking. That is lung disease waiting to happen. We don't support potheads here...besides...since when did you like smoking?"
"Since I started partying. You should do it more often. It's fun."
I laugh scornfully.
"Oh really? Getting wasted and out of your own mind is fun? Love that logic. Keep it up and you'll fail right out of college that your daddy paid for."
Darius looks away wide eyed.
"Oh shit."
Tuesday rolls her eyes.
"I don't know when you became such a loser, but let's be honest. I'm the one who took you into this world, and I can take you right out. The only reason you're alive right now is because of me."
I scoff, laughing humorlessly.
"Wow. What a fucking bitch you are, Tuesday Rachel Glenn, to bring up my failed suicide attempts? I thought you were better than that. Have fun with Lyric and her synthetics. I have better things to do than hang out with a two-faced bimbo."
I rev the motorcycle's engine, before riding off into the distance.
Tuesday's jaw drops open slightly, before she hops into her car.
"You guys coming?"
Arlo, Darius, and Indie shrug, climbing into the car.
Jagger stays standing.
"Jagger, you good?"
His violet eyes snap on hers, and he grins.
"I'm great, sweetie. Go on. I'll meet you there."
"You sure?"
She frowns.
"It's about Fallon, isn't it? She'll come to her senses at some point."
Jagger shrugs.
"I'll find her. Don't worry. You have fun now, Thursday."
He walks off in the direction Fallon drive off in, and Tuesday yells after him before angrily pulling up her window.
"My name is Tuesday!"
*******
I drive into the distance, swearing under my breath.
I can't believe she'd bring that up.
In front of everyone as well! What a damn bitch.
I stop my bike in front of the library, parking it before going inside.
I grab a random book off a shelf before sitting at a table, flipping tiredly through each page whilst ignoring the odd stares I get.
Probably the outfit.
I hear a few footsteps, and look up when I hear someone clear their throat.
"Umm...hi! Is this seat taken?"
I shake my head.
"Nope. Just a loner."
The woman sits down, laughing nervously.
"So am I if I'm being honest."
I look at her, and blink a few times.
"Do I know you?"
"We've met. I'm friends with Lyric, that's probably why."
"Oh. Then why aren't you at her party?"
The woman shakes her head.
"Snorting cocaine and taking dozens of opiates isn't my thing. I'm not a druggy or an alcoholic."
I nod.
"I can relate. I was meant to go with a group of people, but decided not to."
She seems to want to say something, but then nods.
"You're Fallon, right?"
"Yeah. What's your name...? Sorry. I'm not too good with them."
"Totally fine! I'm December."
I smile.
"Nice to formally meet you, December."
"Likewise, Fallon."
She looks at her watch, her eyes widening.
"Forgive me, as there's a book club meeting I cannot miss!"
She quickly scribbles something down on a slip of paper, sliding it over to me.
"Call me if you need anything...or if you just want a girl to talk to. See ya!"
She disappears out the library door, and I look down at the number.
Interesting.
I tuck it into my pocket, just a as I hear more footsteps.
"There you are, babes. Where did you go?"
I look up, cocking my head to the side.
"Party man. What happened to that? I thought you were going to get your groove on."
Jagger rolls his eyes.
"Get my groove on? I'm not forty five. Get up."
"What?!"
He takes my arm, dragging me from the chair.
"We're going somewhere."
"You can't just—"
"I can take you, honey. Who said it was a problem?!"
"Me!"
He waves his hand in dismissal.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but you're opinion is irrelevant to me, darling."
*******
After being forcefully dragged out of the library by Jagger, he sits on my motorcycle.
"What're you doing?!"
"Driving it! Remember what I said, sweets? I don't care what you say. Now get on before I leave you behind.
"It's not meant for two people you imbecile! I won't be able to fit!"
Jagger grins.
"Then I guess we'll have to squeeze extra close."
He grabs my wrist and I stumble forward, climbing onto the back with a grumble.
"If I fly off and die it's your fault."
"I could get away with murder. They would never be able to resist my beautiful face. The amount of handsomeness would simply be too overwhelming to their ugly eyes!"
I roll my eyes.
"If you're so confident, drive it!"
"Got it, sugar! Hold on!"
I let out a small scream when we speed forward, almost flying off the bike.
"Jesus! Trying to kill me?!"
"Not yet, baby! You wouldn't fall off if you'd hold on a little tighter! Don't be shy, sweetheart!"
I hug onto his waist and Jagger starts laughing, swerving between lanes.
I almost fly off each time, groaning.
"If this is a way to get me to touch you it isn't a smart one, Trave."
He looks at me for a split second with a half smirk.
"Yeah, right. I bet you love the feel of the abs you created on me, love. The abs you fantasize about."
I roll my eyes.
"As if. If anything you'd be fantasizing about me. As a hooker in a college classroom."
"You cruel soul! Don't use my weaknesses against me or I'll suffocate you! You are looking really delicious in that corset!"
I grimace.
"Forget it. I don't need you fantasizing about a damn Fallon shish kabob."
Jagger starts laughing again.
"Don't worry. Kabobs aren't my thing. I happen to like the breast better..."
"Smooth. But I assume you're talking about chicken or turkey, because if you weren't there would be a problem."
"Don't worry...oh! We're here!"
I release my arms from his waist, looking up to see the beach.
"You brought me to the beach...?"
I look up at Jagger, who's violet eyes glimmer with mischief.
"Yes! Since I'm such a cool guy, I already know the beach is your favorite place. Come on now...we have some things to chat about."
*********
(TUESDAY'S POV)
I soon arrive at Lyric's party with everyone else, and I smile.
"You guys ready to party?"
Indie grins.
"Yay! Yes!"
Arlo and Darius look at each other than me.
Arlo shrugs.
"To be honest? No."
Darius yawns.
"I'll probably sit in the corner."
I roll my eyes.
"Alright, alright. Indie? Come with me. I'll introduce you to everyone else."
Indie shrugs, before following me inside.
Darius and Arlo lean against the wall, talking about who knows what.
******
I walk inside, seeing Lyric with Dolly, Sonnet, and Aurelia.
"Hey, guys!"
Lyric turns to me and smiles.
"Hey, Tuesday. Thanks for coming!"
Her eyes switch to Indie, and Lyric cocks her head to the side.
"Hello. Indie?"
"Yes! I'm Indie. You must be Lyric. Happy birthday."
"Thanks! Sonnet, Dolly, Aurelia, that's Indie. You already know Tuesday."
They smile, and Indie makes a face.
"So...what exactly are we doing here?"
Lyric smiles.
"Drink, make out, play games, smoke, what people do at college parties. And speaking of games..." Lyric stands up straightly from leaning against the counter, looking around at everyone. "Attention! Everyone! We're playing spin the bottle...and if you aren't a snowflake I'd suggest you come meet us in the living room."
*********
(FALLON'S POV)
I sit in the sand with Jagger, hugging my knees to my chest.
"There was something you wanted to talk about...?"
"Oh, yes! I have a proposal, dearie. You still up to being my plus one?"
I lean nonchalantly against his muscular arm, staring up at him.
"You still wanna go to that party? Go ahead. No one's stopping ya."
"If you go with me, Fallon, I can promise you a great time. We'll crash it."
I jerk my head up.
"Crash the party?!" I grin. "Count me in."
*******
Jagger claps.
"Ahh, my little rebel girl. We can totally crash it, it'd be hilarious. Then I have another idea."
"What?!"
"We should go steal from that clothes store down the street."
I look up at him.
"That's a literal crime...but I like the way you think."
"Who doesn't? It's easy...then we ride around in the night more. Does that not sound perfect?"
"It sounds like an adrenaline rush for sure, but can you really show me a fun time, Jagger? I don't know how much I can trust you."
"Oh you can, babes. I'll make this the night of your life."
********
Me and Jagger get back on the motorcycle, and he grins.
"You ready to be rebels, love?"
"Of course I am!"
I hold onto his waist and we go flying back into the night, and over to Lyric Finn's birthday party.
********
We arrive at Brown University, and head over to the Delta Gamma sorority house, where we see colorful lights coming from.
This is it.
I look up at Jagger.
"What exactly are we meant to do...?"
"Easy!"
He grabs my arm, dragging me to the side of the building where there's a panel.
"Start the sprinklers and turn off the power."
"And you know how to do that why...?"
"Research, babe, research. And common knowledge."
He points at the wires then the switches.
"You just cut shit and hope it does something."
"I thought we were crashing the party, not vandalizing property."
"No one cares."
He grins, before taking one of the wires between his fingers and pulling it apart.
I jump when I sparks, and I hear screams.
"You did something."
"And I'm about to do something else."
He flips a switch and we hear more screams, just as people start running out of the building.
Soaking wet.
"Ahhh...good job."
"We all know I'd do one. Now let's go. Before someone catches us."
He drags me away somewhere else, all the way out of the college campus and back to the motorcycle, which we hop on before riding over to the clothes store.
"Let's go get some new outfits."
"Sounds like a plan."
I follow him into the store, and the woman at the register smiles.
"Hello, how can I help you today?"
"Hi! We're just looking at stuff."
"Alright! My name is Brooklyn, call me if you need anything!"
We nod, smiling sweetly before disappearing into a different corner.
Jagger smirks.
"What do you think I should wear? I say the tight pants with suspenders and no shirt...perhaps a top hat. Sexy magician who?"
"Sexy magician you."
I snort, grabbing a neon green strappy crop top off the rack.
"Ooh...it'll match my hair. What am I meant to do?"
I lean into his ear.
"Do I just change into it then leave?"
"That's what I'm going to do. Let's see if you can catch up."
********
After changing into our new fits, Jagger and I look at each other.
"You ready, babe?"
"Totally. Three, two, run!"
We dash out the door, and Brooklyn the register lady jumps up from her chair.
"Wait! That's theft! Darn thieves!"
She quickly dials the police, narrowing her eyes.
"Yes. It was a man and a woman. One with neon green hair and the other with purple eyes. They're on a motorcycle. You'll notice them."
********
I start laughing as we ride along on the motorcycle, sighing.
"You should've seen her face!"
"We make a good team, green bean."
I open my mouth to say something, when a blaring siren hits my ears and red and blue lights cloud my vision.
"Goddamnit."
"It's the police, isn't it."
His boy s is flat, and I nod silently.
"Yeah. No more sexy magicians. More like sentences magicians."
"Stop the bike! Pull over!"
"I should pull over, shouldn't I?"
"If we don't wanna get shot, yes. That was a fucking failure."
"Tell me about it."
Jagger pulls over at the side of the road, and three police officers run up, pointing their guns.
"Off the bike and hands in the air!"
I get off the bike, holding up my hands.
Jagger stands up as well, grinning from ear to ear as he raises his hands.
He switches his violet eyes to the female officer.
"Hey, sugar."
"Don't sugar me, felon. You guys are coming with us."
Two officers handcuff us, pushing me and Jagger towards the police cars.
"You're under arrest for vandalism and theft."
"Vandalism?!"
My eyes widen slightly.
"How the hell—"
"Cameras, ma'am."
I'm a fucking idiot.
I guess I'm now a felon?
********
TWENTY MINUTES LATER...
I stand in front of the height measuring wall, holding up my sign.
"Look at the camera, Voldacy."
I switch my eyes to the camera, grinning as they take the mugshot.
"Alright. Next!"
Jagger comes in, still shirtless with the damn suspenders.
"Hey, sweet cheeks."
"Don't sweet cheeks me, princess. Look at the camera."
"Princess?"
Jagger grins.
"Please, I'm the king."
********
BACK TO THE PRESENT,
2:48 AM.
I wake up, banging my head.
"Ow! What the fuck?!
I look at my hands.
Cuffed.
Orange jumpsuit.
I got fucking arrested.
Wow...what a dumbass.
I hear a snore, peaking my head up.
"Hello?"
"Huh?"
I sigh.
"Jagger, is that you?"
"Yes, your hunk is right up here, darling."
I grimace.
"How in the world did we end up here?"
Jagger peaks his head down to the bottom bunk with a smirk.
"I don't know to be honest. You'll remember."
"Inmates!"
We both snap our heads around to see the same female guard, and she sighs.
"You have one call. Each of you. So if you want to make it, make it now."
Jagger shakes his head.
"I don't have anyone to call, woman. Now if you'd excuse me, I'm going to sleep on this oven rack."
My parents disowned me...the rest of my family is dead...Tuesday and I are in a bad place...who does that leave me?
I sit there for a moment, when I remember.
December.
I stand up, walking over to her.
"I have someone to call."
"Okay, inmate. Come with me."
She opens the cell door, guiding me to a room with a telephone.
I pick it up, trying to remember her number.
Got it!
I punch it into my phone, pressing it to my ear.
Please pick up, please pick up, please—
"Hello?"
"December? Is that you?"
"Yeah! This is Fallon, right? Are you okay?"
"Not necessarily..."
"What happened?!"
I sigh.
"Promise not to freak out?"
"You're really tempting me to...but no. I won't."
"Good. I kinda need a big favor...me and Jagger are in prison at the moment, and I need you to bail us out."