My senses were different down here. Almost dying. My eyesight became hardened due to the lack of street lights. Blurred; nebulous. My hearing lazy, fuzzy. My feet had a mind of their own trying to run off my jelly legs. My body, arduous. The buildings swayed like they were a funhouse illusion. My breath was the underlying cause of the smell of alcohol that entered my nostrils, and my mouth was sore from the amount of alcohol that I poured down my throat. My head spinning as I clambered down the ally stairs. The unanswered question of why Sam and Chase asked me to come out with them still sticks to my brain. 

I follow the blurry figures in front of me, hoping it's Chase and Sam.  Confusion join my headache as a figure gives me a packet. Blue flashes in front of my eyes. I gripped onto anything I could to stop my world from crashing down. 

"Now what do we have here?" 

Pounding, throbbing, like toothache between the eyes; I slowing tried to open my eyes. I hiss realising how brainless and futile that is. Before instantly shutting my eyes I catch a glimpse of my surroundings. Panic buzzes in my mind like start leads. Where am I? Where are Sam and Robin? Or was it Jace we went out with? Does my mum know I was drinking? Shit, I'm dead. Wait, why aren't I at school? Shit, shit, shit. Mr I'm going to ruin any chance of happiness is going to kill me. My bones ache as I try and change position. This isn't my bed. Well, no shit. 

"Is he awake?" The sound of locks causes me to roll my eyes under their heavy lids. Shit, have I been kidnapped?  I open my eyes as burdensome as it is. I wince as the bright light stricks my eyes victim. I hold my breath as my eyes are met with a man. A man about three centimetres from my face.  Gorgeous, blue eyes that held their gaze on me; sending shivers through my body, as if it was electricity. Plump lips that I want to devour my own. A broad laugh echoes through the room causing my head to smash against itself. The man flashes me a toothy grin before speaking: "You alright son?" 

"Wait, you're my dad?" Confusion strikes again while I try to wipe away the dizziness in my eyes. Oh great, my dad is bloody a Greek god.  

"No, no" Another loud chuckle rips through my head at the expense of the beaded man. I nod sitting up. The idea of flirting with the man made its way into my mind. Flirting with a man perhaps, maybe, possibly double my age. Can you blame me? Stunning ink graces his strong toned arms. Mouthwatering.

A stench of urine and vomit (or pavement pizza as we call it) nauseating my whole body. Acid claws at my throat and I try to force down the bile, but it was too late. Swatting the man out of the way, yellow spewed out of my coughing, choking mouth landing on the floor and my new jeans. I wiped the dripping bile and sweat with the back of my hand forcing me to cringe before wiping my hand on my already ruined jeans. 

The man let out a groan before dragging me to my feet causing me to step in my own puke, squelching under my bare feet. Wait where are my shoes? 

"Jayson Miller you are arrest for possession with the intent to supply class A drugs, being drunk and disorderly in a public setting and consumption of alcohol under the age of eighteen.  You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you fail to mention, when questioned, something you can later rely on during court. Do you understand?"

Drugs? I had drugs? Shit, my mum is actually going to kill me. Oh lord, this beautiful man is a cop. Jesus, Jayson clean thoughts, he's a cop for crying out loud. A cop that's arresting you. 

"I said, do you understand?" The officer repeated, forcing my hands into cuffs behind my back.

"Yes," I mutter before spewing another pile of yellow bile on the cell bed. 

A few spewings later, I've had my photos taken, my fingerprints and blood's and I'm just waiting for questioning. 

"Jayson Miller." The same man (who's name I've learnt to be Connor) spoke, walking into the clean cell I was transferred into. I stood, following into another room. 

The door clicks open as I follow him in. Red hair comes into vision making me want to run the other direction. 

"Jay, what were you thinking?" Mum scolds before sitting down next to my empty seat. I bow my head trying to discard of her comments. "Do you know what it's like? Huh? Not for your son to come home. I was so worried. I thought you'd been hurt. Maybe someone had realised, you don't hide it very well son."

"Miss Miller, please what is your son hiding that could get him hurt?" Connor asked, his blue eyes filled with wonder and integral. 

"Oh, my boy here pretends to be straight. Don't you Hun?" I bury my heated cheeks trying to avoid his gaze. Connor let out a small chuckle: "Don't worry yourself love, the best people are." Blush spreads across my cheeks making me look away. 

"Now on with the interview. Can you please state: your name, age, sex and occupation." Connor orders. 

"Jayson Miller, 15, male, student." I answer. 

"Can you please state where you are a student and the year you are in?"

"Stone House, Year Eleven."

"Please answer the following questions as truthfully as you can: when did you consume alcohol?" 

"Yesterday around 8:20 pm" Connor nodded, ticking his notebook.

"Where was this alcohol consumed?" Connor continued. My head pounded as i took a sip of the water in the plastic cup.

"Waterfill Park." 

"What was the alcohol you were drinking?" The question raced through my mind. What were we drinking? What was it?

"Honestly I don't remember."

"So, do you know how much you drank?" I shake my head. "Please use words for audio purpose." 

"No I don't remember what or how much we drank yesterday night." 

"We? Who were you with?" Mum snaps making Connor step in, "Miss Miller please let me do my job. Who were you with?" 

"My friend Sam and his friend Jake. Or his name was Jace." 

"Was it Jake or Jace?" I ponder hard trying to think. 

"Chase. His name was Chase." Connor nods.

"Last names?" 

"Same Windersen and I don't know Chase's." Connor nods taking the information down.  

"Why were you drinking?" 

"Honestly, I don't know." I slung my head down in shame. 

"Now you were spotted and arrested at Church Alley at 11:34 am. How did you get there?" Mum gasps a little before looking at me.

"I don't know, I don't remember being there" 

"Why were you there?" 

"Again, I don't remember." 

"Do you remember having crack cocaine in your left back pocket?" Mum's gasp was very audiable this time, I think I even saw a tear. 

"No." 

"Okay Miller, when did you buy your Class A drugs?" 

"I don't know." 

"I think we are done here. Thank you, Miss Miller you can go home now, we are keeping your son here until his court date on Monday. Thank you again." Connor says, slowing shooing mum away. 

"Can I speak with him first?" Connor nodded, standing in the corner, watching us.

"Your sister and I have been worried sick. You should find yourself disappointed." Mum gave me a look of worry and disappointment before slipping away. 

Connor walked me round to the desk at the front of the building before dragging a chair for me to sit. "One second." He smiled before turning to the aged man at the desk. He looked a little like Santa, just with more streetness to him, they both had a white beard and looked jolly. 

"Pete, can I take this rascal to his school to pick up some work for him to do?" 

"So I see your back from the dead." Pete laughed, his belly laughing too. I nod, laughing a little. 

I follow Connor to a patrol car watching his back flex under his short sleeve shirt. Jesus please this man oh mighty is beautiful. And his butt, oh what a butt. 

"Get in Pet we haven't got all day." I smile and climb in to the car. 

"So, how is the hangover treating ya?" Connor asks, showing his white pearls again to me in the backseat.

"I never want to drink again." I groan, feeling the sickness come back at the mention of its passing.

"Good." Connor smiled in the mirror to me. Why is this man so beautiful. I could rant and rave about him all day, everyday. 

"So, is Sam your boyfriend?" I laugh at Connor's question.

"Why you jealous?" I flirt back, who knew this man could flirt so perfectly. 

"I was just making conversation no need to assume." Oh well maybe not. My cheeks flush a bright read as I try and sink into the chair, avoiding his gaze. 

"No need to be embarrassed love." Connor smiles, turning round once he's parked in front of my school. Opening the car door, he offers his hand making me grab it. 

"Hello, I'd like to speak with the Head Teacher. Thanks, Doll."  I sit, watching lunch commence from the office. People come and look through the glass, waving and shouting. 

"Looks like someone has fans." Connor jokes sitting next to me on the waiting chairs. 

"Yeah, something like that." I turn from my class mates to be met with Conner's blue eyes orbing into mine. I turn back to the glass, red crossing my cheeks. Spotting Ella (Sam's girlfriend, my other best friend) I wave. She smiles, waving before pointing at Connor and winking. I shake my head as he stands greeting the Head Teacher (Mr Moore) and my Head of Year (Mr I'm going to ruin any chance of happiness or Mr Blyth as other people refer to him.) 

After being handed all my school work I've missed or haven't completed, Connor and I trek back to the police car. "Alright Love, that should keep you busy till Monday." I nod, checking him out as he talks into his radio. 

 Connor placed his arms around me and I leaned closer to him. The softness and gentle touch of his arm against my neck made my back tingle. We sat on the seat on the car with the sunroof open looking at all the stars and trying to find constellations. We didn't speak because in our own way, we were already communicating. I took a deep breath sitting up at staring at my boyfriend of a few months. He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face. His perfect lips ripe for the kissing. His strong hands, slightly rough from working, held mine as he stared deep into my eyes. I couldn't help but blush. His smile etched its way back into his face. His body was warm and toned as he hugged me, comforting to the touch. His voice was deep, with an serious tone. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke, "I really do love you." I smile, already undoing his belt. His lips were soft as they attached themselves to my neck. I moan as he finds my sweet spot, he sucks it; probably going to leave a hickey I pull down -  

"Jayson, love, why do you have a boner?" Oh for lord sake, please save me. 

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Hi, guys so update, my book didn't qualify for the next round but I still want to keep writing because I like writing this Book.