EPISODE 8: RAVING
VIII. DEPUTIES AND DATES
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"SHERIFF." THE DEPUTY THAT was escorting me to the Sheriff's office calls, as he opens the door. "The little delinquent is back."
"Alex?" Stiles asks, as he turn to look at me.
"Hey, Stiles." I greet cheerfully. A little too cheerfully, considering I was in handcuffs. "How's it hanging?"
He just starts back, and Sherriff shakes his head.
"What did you do this time?" Sheriff asks.
"I might have tripped and accidently patted someone." I tell him, innocently.
"She punched the hell out of some poor kid at the gas station." The Deputy tells, dryly.
"Hey!" I yell, defensively. "That poor kid touched my ass!"
The Sheriff sighs, and shakes his head.
"Remove her handcuff." He tells the Deputy, and I give him a bright smile, but the Sheriff remains unamused. "Is the guy pressing charges?"
"No, Sheriff." The Deputy tells him, uncuffing me.
"I would think not!" I add. "He provoked me!"
"Call her Grandfather." The Sheriff says. "She can wait here."
"Bye, Mikey." I tell Deputy Johnson, as he walks out, giving me an amused look.
I walk, and sit down on the chair next to Stiles.
"Is this a common occurrence?" Stiles asks, amused.
"It's happened once or twice." I tell him, shrugging.
"It's happened 9 times." The sheriff cuts in.
"Okay, no need to announce to the world." I tell him. "And by the way, that guy totally lied. I did not break the windshield of his car."
"Yeah." The Sheriff replies, nodding, sarcastically. "You broke the rear windshield, that's totally different."
"I know, right?" I reply, smiling, as I lean and pick up a fry from his plate. "You get me, Sheriff."
The Sheriff shakes his head, once again, but now hiding a smile, as he unwarps his burger.
"Help yourself, Alex." The Sheriff tells me, gesturing to all the food on the table. "Your Grandfather usually takes his time getting here."
"Thanks, Sheriff." I reply.
He takes a bite of his burger, and his face screws up in disgust.
"Oh, what the hell is this?" He asks Stiles.
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