The Boy Next Door

9 - My bike, my rules

Meeting Bella was really nice. She was a lot warmer than she seemed at school. She didn't say any wierd stuff about anyone, or bring up Noah again.

She seemed really out going and friendly, and I was glad to have her there at Pearson.

"Okay, I need to uh.....meet someone.. I'll see you tomorrow? " I said, about an hour after wed gotten to starbucks.

"Where you going?" she asked. "Anyone special?" she playfully said, moving her eyebrows.

I scoffed. "JFK detention centre," I said. "I...know someone there," I said. I wasn't embarrassed about it at all. I know my uncle wouldn't really care either. I just didnt like the idea of my family being spoken about in the context of gossip.

"Oh?? yeah yeah for sure, I'll see you around," Bella waved as I got up. I picked up my small handbag and my takeaway cup of hot chocolate.

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My relationship with my Uncle Jeffrey was very regular. He was my dad and Jenna's half brother.
Growing up he spent a lot of time in our house, my sister and I played with him throughout every summer of our lives.

Because he wasn't a full blood son of my grandfather, he never got a share of the company and so he took off for a while.

He got into some bad shit and my dad said he wouldn't bail him out because of the repercussions he's face reputation wise.

I still think he's kind of awsome. He was an artist back when we were in LA. He'd paint the coolest stuff and he was so pasion fueled. It was awful to see a man like that behind bars.
It wasn't like he related to me much, we didn't always have much to talk about, but it was nice to see him after all this time.

I respected him, unlike I did most people in my family, and I was happy to see him.

We talked for about 30 minutes, he told me stories about his travels and said he'd hoped a similar life for me.
Once it got late I walked out the meeting room, a hopefull smile on my face. He always made me want to live life to the fullest, and lately it felt like that feeling was slowly dying.

I was walking towards the exit, trying to figure out if I should walk back or not.

I looked out and it was pretty dark now...and cold too..and mostly I was lazy.

I'd eventually have to get used to walking back....what if I asked my parents for a car here...It's literally a safety thing.

I turned around, and gasped, suddenly seeing a large torso infront of me.

I took a few steps back, as did the man infront of me, and I noticed it was the officer from the other night, the one that gave me a ride home.

"Kiara,?" he asked, checking if that was my name.

"Hi officer," I smiled sheepishly...

Officer Jeffords, I read his name tag, hoping to remember his name this time.

"Need a ride again?" he asked, half joking.

I let out a shy laugh, not really knowing what to say.

"Not leaving you off the hook again walker," I then heard a loud voice from the left of me.

I turned around seeing...Cole ? Another officer was taking hand cuffs off of him, as he rubbed his palms around his wrists.

"Cole?" Officer Jeffords asked. "Again?" he added.

Cole gave him a small two finger salute, and looked away, signing a document that was placed infront of him.

What'd he get in here for? I wondered.