Chapter 20

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Blake's POV

I woke up he morning after the party to the clang of metal. That's right, I had to spend a night in the slammer.

My parents were staring at me, they looked beyond pissed. I gave them a small smile and they turned to pay my 'bail' and I was let out.

When we got home, I was grounded from leaving the house for the rest of the month.

"THATS NOT FAIR! SAM LEAVES AT THE END OF THE MONTH FOR A YEAR!!!"

"You should have thought about that before you got yourself arrested!" My mom yelled at me.

"Why are you yelling?" A small voice asked. I look around and see my little brother.

"Why don't you explain to him why you weren't home last night, he was asking." My dad says.

"Dad. He's too young, you and I I both know that."

"And your too young to get arrested yet you still were." I glare at him.

"Can I at least go see Sam when she leaves?"

"Sure." My mom cuts my dad off from objecting.

I go to my room, pissed off.

So I can't leave my house for a month, the hel- they never said anything about people not being able to come over... I'll ask my mom about that tomorrow, when dads at work, thank god he works on Sundays. And once they have had some time to cool down.

I grab my headphones and listen to music for the rest of the day.

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Sam's POV

"I can't believe you have to go back early." I whine to Drew and Dani.

"I'm sorry, blame your mom, she told our parents." They grumble.

"Text me when you land." I frown.

They nod and board their plane back to LA.

I drive back home and go to my room.

"SAM!!!" I hear my dad yell for me.

I gulp and slowly go downstairs.

"So. About last night."

"I promise you I wasn't drinking." I put my hands up in defense.

"We know, but you should have called us if there was drinking, your underage, and if you had been caught with alcohol you could have gotten in a lot of trouble. It's illegal, and that jack boy is in jail for a week for that."

"I know, I just wasn't thinking, I'll call you next time."

"There won't be a next time, you can't go to parties for the rest of the summer. That's your on.y punishment."

"I guess that's fair." I say, not in the mood for fighting, fearing that I'll get a much worse punishment.

My parents look at me in disbelief.

"I'm gonna get some more sleep. Night?"

"Alright, night." My mom says.

I go to my room and go back to bed.

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1 week later

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