Chapter Thirty Two Needle and Thread

There was nothing worse than who or what was coming for us. She would be here in ten minutes and that wasn't enough time to mentally prepare myself for her reaction.

I didn't want to be here any longer than I had to be but now I was just hoping I could spend the night here when I heard who was bailing us out.

I leaned my head against the blank, boring, wall, staring up at the ceiling.

When the cops came they didn't ask any questions, they just hand cuffed everyone in the mix and shoved us in the car.

They put us into two different holding cells but we were right next to each other, only a wall separated us.

We each had one phone call to make and no one knew who to call. Cassidy couldn't call her parents because they couldn't bail us out. Chance's dad would be pissed if he knew he landed himself in jail over something stupid. Jayce's parents just didn't answer just like Nolan's parents. Sabrina and Hailey didn't even bother to call anyone.

They said there was no point. Their parents were out of town for the night.

So that just left Levi and I. We, obviously, didn't want to call Mom so we called Dad. When I called him, he didn't answer but when Levi called again, someone apparently answered.

It wasn't who we wanted.

"So tell me again why the hell you called Mom?" I asked Levi.

"For the last time, I didn't call her. I called Dad, she just picked up. Do you honestly think I'm that stupid enough to call her of all people?"

"Guys look at the bright side." Hailey said. "At least we don't have to spend the night in here."

"Trust me, you would rather stay in here than face our mother." Levi told her.

Q laughed and we all looked at her. She was missing a few pieces of her braids from when Cass had yanked them out.

"Why are you laughing?" Cass asked her. "No. Nevermind don't even answer that. You're the reason why we got thrown in here in the first place."

Cass looked better but her outfit could tell you she got into a fight. The only ones who weren't bruised were Hailey and Sabrina. I had a bruise forming on my hip from when I landed on the ground.

All the guys had a bruise or two from their fight and I could only imagine what Mom would say about it.

Not only did we have a fight but were charged with underage drinking. That's not going to go well with her.

"I just have a question." Sabrina said when she called a officer over to the bars. "I didn't do anything so why am I in here again?"

Sabrina was the type of girl who wanted a perfect record so was I but I didn't mind if I had a small incident on my record. So tonight was my small incident.

"We got orders to bring in everyone who was involved in the fight." He responded.

"Okay but I didn't fight anyone."

"You were standing right there, ma'am."

"But-"

"Sabrina just sit down. He's not gonna release you." Hailey told her.

"Is this going to on my records?" Sabrina asked.

"It's going on everyone's record for now." I said. "Once they figure it out, it'll disappear."

Q's boyfriend made a snide comment about Sabrina and of course Anthony wasn't going to let that slide by him. They started agruing. I sighed, irritated. This was why we were here in the first place.

"Guys, knock it off." I said. "Levi why aren't you saying anything."

"If you recall, I did say something." He told me. "Look where it got us."

It was quiet until the guard came to our cell and informed us that we've been bailed out. For some reason, I was hoping when I round the corner I would see Dad but nope it was the monster standing in its frightening height of 5'6 and claws right to destory us.

Her lips were pressed in a tight line as she stared at us.

"Yeah I'm just gonna go back into the cell..." Cassidy trailed off, turning around.

"Oh no you don't." I told her. "If we're getting chewed out, so are you Bruce Lee."

We waited for her to say something but she didn't. She just turned around and walked outside. We took that as our cue to follow her.

She brought Dad's car so there was more room for us to fit inside. It was silent as she drove to the club to receive the cars.

"Before anyone gets out this trunk, how much did you have to drink?" Mom asked.

Everyone exchanged glances, hoping for someone to respond back to her.

"Not a lot, Mom." Levi said. "We're not drunk. We can drive, perfectly fine."

"Call me so I know y'all are safe." She ordered.

Everyone began to pile out the car and got into their own. I was about to stepped out but Mom snapped her fingers, stopping me.

She motioned for me to stay in and I did so. She reversed and I knew I wasn't going to the dorm building. She was taking me to the house. I knew that wasn't a good sign.

I didn't know what I was going to say. If I told her why we got into a fight in the first, it would just be another reason for her to say how bad dancing was.

But I couldn't lie to her, either. I was a bad lair and she was my mother. She could tell if I was lying or not. It was just another one of her talents she had.

She parked the car in the driveway and turned the car off. She got out and I followed her. She walked inside the house and I did the same. I shut the door and I walked behind her to the kitchen.

She leaned against the island with her arms folded across her chest. I stood across from her and waited for her to speak. She did a moment later.

"I thought I told you not to be reckless or stupid. You promised me you would be carefully. What happened"?

"It was a misunderstanding."

She rose an eyebrow. "Misunderstanding? So a misunderstanding landed you, your brother and your friends in a holding cells?"

I didn't answer and she continue to talk.

"I expect this behavior from Levi but then again he is your older brother. He should set an example for you to follow. Tell me what happened for me to get a call in the middle of night telling me my children are in jail."

"Actually we weren't calling you. We called Dad."

"Oh and that's even better." She said, sarcastically. "Wake your father up knowing he has to work in the morning. Perfect." She looked at me. "Explain."

I sighed, heavily. "Okay. We weren't doing anything too extreme. They had a few drinks nothing too bad. I went for another round and on the way back this girl wanted to give me a dance lesson."

"Dance lesson? Why would she want to give you a dance lesson?"

"Last time I went to OHM, I kind of put myself in the spotlight."

She hummed herself. "Continue."

"I told her I didn't want anything to do with it. I just wanted to have a good time but she didn't want to ease up so we had a dance battle. The girl I battled didn't like the outcome and we got into a little altercation."

"That wasn't little." She told me. "I warned about dancing. It's no good. Look where it got you, tonight. When will you start listening to me?"

"I have been listening to you. But I can't stop dancing. I have a passion for it. When will you tell me why you hate it so much?"

She shook her head. "Never. You don't ever need to know."

"Why?" I asked.

"Cole.."

"No, Mom. I want to know why you hate it."

"Drop it."

"After you tell you me your reason, I will." I said. "Why do you-"

"Because of him!" She interrupted me. "He ruined it for me. He's the reason why I hate it."

I didn't need to ask who she talking about. I already knew. It was my biological father. He was the reason for many things. I didn't want to talk about him because he left my mom and I had Richard.

But I knew that I had to get to the bottom of this. I had to know their story. Whether I had to find out from her or......

him.

"Are you happy now?" Mom asked, rhetorically.

I didn't say anything and she walked out the kitchen. I heard her footsteps as she headed upstairs and then her room door closed. I stayed in my spot, thinking.

What could he have done to make her hate dancing? Maybe this reason had something to with why she didn't like talking about him. Maybe I was the reason for everything.

Exhaling, I closed my eyes. Tonight didn't go as I had planned but that's expected. Nothing went as planned in our group. Something always happened whether it was good or bad.

I walked to my room and stripped out my clothes and threw on some old pyjamas. Climbing under my covers, my phone vibrated.

I glanced at the name and glanced at it again, making sure I read it right. It was the same name as before.

Jayce.

How much trouble did you get in?

I didn't even think about it before I responded back.

None. She didn't even yell at me.

His response came a few seconds later.

That's a first.

Yeah, really. Does your mom know?

No. I didn't think she told anyone.

I didn't respond back and he send another text.

How's your hip?

I pulled down the waist brand of my shorts and glanced at my hip and there was a bruise which I knew there would be. I did fall hard on the ground.

It's fine. I had worse.

You sure?

You're asking the same girl who broke her arm if she can handle a bruise on her hip.

You're never gonna let that day go, are you?

I grinned.

Nope.

I didn't have to be next to him to know he was rolling his eyes at my stubborness.

Figured. I said sorry and gave you a bear. What more do you want?

I don't know...when I figure it out I'll let you know.

When he didn't text back, I set my phone down and realized I talked to Jayce. Not in person like Chance had wanted but I still had a normal conversation with him.

It was a start and Chance would be pleased that I responded back to Jayce even if I wasn't the first person to make a move.

There were a lot of unsaid things between Jayce and I. We both had questions and the only way to get those questions answered, if we were to talk to each other.

I wasn't sure of what he wanted to ask me but I knew he had his own questions. He didn't want to ask them because, even though I told him I wasn't mad at him anymore and I forgave him, he knew I wasn't ready to talk to him yet.

He could feel the awkwardness and my uncomfortable mood. But I was the one to blame for that. I did wait for him in his room in nothing but lingerie. Not my finest moment, I'd admit. Yet, I wasn't going to say I regret it either.

Jayce took a risk texting me first. I could've simply ignored him like I had at the club but I couldn't. I promised Chance I would tried to talk to him and it was a harmless question.

Chance had told me I knew the answer to my own question and he had point. I did even if I didn't want to admit it. I missed my best friend. I missed the way were inseparable.

I missed him.

And he missed me too. We were just missing each other. It was like a needle without a thread. Both are needed in ordered to be complete. But once you missed the hole the first time, you couldn't just shove the thread into the needle, hoping that this time it would go through. You had to slowly ease the thread through the needle.

That's the same as Jayce and I. We couldn't just hopped back into the way we once were. We would crash and crumbled before we even truly gave it a chance.

So tonight, was a small leap towards our friendship. I was hoping it was anyway. I couldn't speak for Jayce but maybe he felt the same way.

After all, he did say he might be in love with me even if he didn't quite remember everything.