
@croccin-champagne
"Is this your book, or a school book?" She asked suddenly, an idea sparking obviously in her eyes.
"Is this your book, or a school book?" She asked suddenly, an idea sparking obviously in her eyes.
"My book…" He trailed off, looking up and into her eyes with a small, subtle amount of nervousness.
Instead of standing, she sort of crawled and scooted across the floor, gathering various items before she plopped them down in front of Henry. A bunch of highlighters. "Perfect."
He raised an eyebrow, picking up one of them. "You keep assorted highlighters on your floor?"
"Yup. Now stop asking questions." She said, keeping a straight face as she picked up a blue highlighter and uncapping it.
Henry shot her one last grin before uncapping his own highlighter and focusing on the pages of words.
(Skip to after or the next day?)
((Hmmm…next day works. School, or the idea I had?))
(Idea sounds good, what were you thinking?)
((Sksksk basically, Babe calls Henry after getting arrested, for beating the * * * * out of the guys who beat up Kai?))
(Sounds good! You do the skip?)
((Yuppers))
Babe rolled her eyes as the policeman gave the spiel about only having one call, and using it wisely. It wasn't her first time hearing this, maybe the second, and it was already fairly obvious. Once he was gone, she reached for the landline, dialing after a few minutes of thought. C'mon Henry, pick up…
Henry groaned, reaching over to grab his phone. Please tell me it isn't Aunt Em. The last thing he wanted to do right now was babysit his cousins. He checked the number, frowning when he didn't recognize it. "Hello?"
"Oh thank god." Babe laughed, the relief evident in her tone. "What's up, Jacobs?" She sounded fairly casual, all things considered.
"Not much, just trying to focus on school. What's up with you? You sound… A little stressed." He stood, pacing around his kitchen.
"Me? Stressed? As if." Babe said with a snort, shaking her head. The officer who'd arrested her shot her a glare, tapping his watch, and she flipped him off in response. "I was gonna ask if you minded givin' a pal a ride, but if you're doin' homework, I should leave you be. Looks like my call time is almost up, anyway. Ugh, cops."
(Them darn bobbies Lol.)
Henry froze. "Cops? Babe, are you in prison? You got arrested?" He was already moving to the door, grabbing his car keys.
"I'm not in prison, you drama queen." Babe rolled her eyes, kicking her legs up on the bench in the holding cell. "Just the station down town. No biggie."
Henry muttered something, muffled by the sound of his door opening and swinging closed. "Babe, I'm not even going to ask what you did. I'm on my way, try not to make the cop regret doing his job."
"He should though." Babe grumbled, sticking her tongue out at the glaring officer. "Do me a favor an' call home? Let Rico know t' pick up the phone before ma?"
"Sure. I'm about five minutes away." He pulled out of the driveway, hanging up and dialing the number for Babe's house.
Rico, who had been in the middle of searching for something to eat, was the one to pick up the land line in the kitchen. "This is the Nova residence, what's up?"
"This is Henry, Babe's friend. I just got a call from her, she's apparently in trouble and at the police station in town. I'm on way to get her out, just wanted to let you know. She said to tell Rico to pick up the phone before your mom." He recognized the male voice, assuming it wasn't her mom.
"God-what? Not again… This-this is Rico." Rico furrowed his brows, looking around the kitchen to make sure no one else was there. "Do you know what happened?"
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