"You got arrested... AGAIN?!" Wyatt yells. His eyes are so wide, I feel like he's going to explode. This is the angriest I've ever seen him other than the whole Chase fiasco.

"Again? Wyatt, I haven't been arrested a single time since I moved here until today!" I protest.

"The deal was that you get to live with me if you stop getting into trouble. What part of that was not made absolutely clear?!" He continues to yell. The vein in the center of his forehead looks like it's about to pop.

"I'm sorry! I know I screwed up," I sigh. "It won't happen again, I promise."

"Mom and Dad are going to kill me," he shakes his head.

"It's not your fault," I say.

"Yeah, it is. I was supposed to be watching over you but I was out instead. I trusted you," he paces around the room. "Why the hell would you steal a car? You're lucky the owner decided not to press charges!"

"I know, I know," I groan. "I'm sorry!"

"You're not on drugs again, are you?" He questions.

"Again?! Wyatt, I've only ever tried weed," I lie.

"You know I can tell when you lie, don't you? I know exactly what you and that Alien guy used to do two years ago,"

"That was the past. Things have changed now. I've changed. I'd never dabble with that shit now," I assure him as I remember the darkest days of my life.

I was a rebellious sixteen year old and dating a shady drug dealer named Alien was the perfect way to drive my family insane. But that was two years ago. I'm older now and I like to think I'm wiser as well.

"I hope for your sake that you mean that," Wyatt purses his lips.

"I'm do," I nod. "I'm so sorry, Wyatt. I really am."

I sigh and quietly walk to my room.

I hate making my brother so upset. He has a ton on his plate and I hate adding to it. Was Colt right? Was this whole thing just me acting out because Will dumped me? Like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. What is wrong with me?

I can't believe I stole a car.

The only plus side of this is that gorgeous cop. Officer Becker. I don't even know his first name. How am I supposed to internet stalk him now?

I turn on my phone to see 3 missed calls from Ashleigh and a bunch of texts.

Where are you?!

How did Wyatt react?

Did you flirt with the cop???????

OMG just call me.

I do as the final text instructs me to.

"Kathryn! Are you home?" Ashleigh's loud voice rings in my ears and I decrease the volume. 

"Yeah. Wyatt is so pissed off," I say.

"Well, duh. Don't worry, he'll get over it," She sounds confident.

"I hope so."

"Do you wanna go catch up with Starla at Smooter's?" She asks.

"There's no way in hell that Wyatt's gonna let me out," I roll my eyes.

"I can talk to him!" She offers eagerly.

"Alright, knock yourself out." I chuckle.

"I'll be there in 10."

I try to take a quick nap before Ashleigh gets here but somehow, she manages to make it at lightning speed.

I go to the living room to see her chatting with Wyatt.

"Hey, Ash." I wave.

"Wyatt was just telling me about how he plans to kick Lindsey to the curb. Isn't that awesome?" She beams.

"Totally awesome."

"You're only going to Smooter's, nowhere else." Wyatt warns me and I raise my eyebrows, impressed with Ashleigh's persuasion skills.

"I'll try not to get arrested again." I chuckle as we leave.

"That's not even funny." Wyatt rolls his eyes and shuts the door.

***

I sit down in a booth as Ashleigh goes up to the counter to get our drinks. I restlessly tap my foot on the ground and fidget with my phone. I turn around to see the most delightful sight; the sexy cop that arrested me sitting alone in the corner booth.

"Stop creeping on the cop, Kat." Ashleigh hands me my drink and sits down.

"What's his name?" I ask.

"Beck,"

"Really? That's his name?"

"Dunno, I think so." She shrugs.

I observe him flipping through the menu with one hand touching his cropped fawn hair. The light from the window shines on his flawless caramel skin, making him stand out in the otherwise dimly lit café. 

"Ugh, quit drooling and go talk to him!" Ashleigh snaps me out of my daze.

"You think I should?" I ask sheepishly.

"Yeah, go, shoo."

I work up some confidence and make my way to him.

"Why, hello there, officer," I say in a silky voice. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Fedora Davis," He looks confused as I seat myself across him.

"It's Kathryn, actually." I lick some milkshake off my lips.

"Oh."

Starla walks over to us and gives me a look that says 'WTF are you doing?' as she places the officer's coffee on the table.

"You look nice without your uniform," I give him half a smile. "Uh, not that you don't look nice in your uniform. You look nice both ways. Y-you always look nice!"

Great, there goes my confidence.

"Uh...thanks?" He looks uncomfortable.

"Okay, bye!" I quickly get up and run back to my booth without making eye contact with him.

"How'd it go?" Ashleigh asks.

"Don't ask." I bury my head in my hands, trying to avoid his gaze.

I gulp my milkshake down and gesture to Ashleigh to hurry up.

"Jeez, let me enjoy my strawberry smoothie." She continues to slurp slowly.

My phone starts to buzz and I almost answer when Ashleigh points to the large sign that says 'No Phones'.

"Seriously?" I roll my eyes and step out.

I stand in the alley next to Smooter's, remembering the first time Will and I kissed here. Ugh, screw Will.

"What is it, Wyatt?" I answer my phone.

"Can you buy some bread on your way back?"

"You don't get bread at Smooter's. It's a café." I state.

"There's a grocery store right there," he informs me.

"Fine, I'll get the bread. Bye."

I wait to cross the road when Officer Becker steps out of the café. Oh no, the last thing I want is to embarrass myself in front of him again. 

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"To the grocery store. I need to buy some bread." I avoid making eye contact with him.

"Cool, me too."

Yay, more awkwardness.

We cross the road together and enter the store. I browse through the shelves, searching for whole wheat bread.

Suddenly, I freeze, seeing a familiar face across the aisle.

Will Walker.

I'm not gonna lie, he looks like death. Hungover, like he's barely slept. But somehow, even when he looks like a zombie in pajamas, Will is so damn hot.

I panic as he starts to walk towards me. I am so not ready to face the guy that dumped me.

"What's wrong?" Officer Becker asks.

Will gets closer and closer and without thinking, I say,

"Kiss me."

"What?!" Becker widens his eyes.

"My ex." I eye Will.

Oh my god, I just asked a cop to kiss me and he thinks I'm crazy.

The next thing I know, his lips are on mine. They're rough, yet so soft. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer and I breath in his scent.

Will who?

I don't care care where we are and why we're doing this. All I want is for it to never stop. I knew this attraction wasn't one sided.

He pulls away, leaving me lingering for more.

I look behind me to see Will storming off.

"You're welcome," the cop smirks and starts to walk away.

"Wait, what's your name?" I ask.

"Holden."

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A/N

Thank you for reading!

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