"Come see me sometime!" Makayla tells me as I walk her to the door. "My family have been asking me how Crystal Meth is doing. I think ole Meth should tell them herself," she smiles.

"I will gladly come and visit sometime this week," I promise her with a smile, before opening the door. We both walk out together, just chatting about life and everything in between. However, our chatting stops when I glance across the street at that red house that is the home to a boy with a broken nose who for some reason, cannot stand me. "Hey," I stop in the middle of the sidewalk. "Will you go over with me?" I ask, as I look from the house to Makayla, back to the house.

"You want to go there?" Makayla laughs. "He threatened to call the cops if we ever went back."

"Please," I scoff, despite knowing he would. He hates me, why wouldn't he call the cops? "I think we should apologize."

"Apologize?" Makayla laughs. Really loudly might I add. "No way in hell am I apologizing for what I've done. I'm not sorry. Like I said, red looks good on him," she shrugs. "Besides, he might not even be home."

"Where else would he be at ten o'clock in the morning?" I ask. "Going to Vernon's to get a lollipop?"

"Oh!" Makayla squeals. "We need to get one! I haven't had one of Vernon's lollipops in forever!"

"You're going to have a sugar high," I laugh. "Ate all that cake yesterday, ate pancakes this morning for breakfast, and now you want lollipops? Child, diabetes is calling you."

"Sugar is my friend," she grins. "It'll never disown me."

"Tell me that when you're in the hospital," I tease.

"As long as you come and visit me," she shoves me. "But, I'm not going over there to apologize. If I'm on my way to the hospital, I don't need to add a jail cell to the list."

"What happened to the my dad is the sheriff, what are they going to do to me? Makayla that was just talking about all of this yesterday?" I challenge her as I lift an eyebrow.

"Oh, that Makayla is still here," she assures me. "But your dad isn't the sheriff. If Niall calls the cops on you, you could go to jail. That means I would come with you, right? You jump I jump," she sighs. "Look at the whole picture."

"Okay," I half laugh. "True. I'm still going to apologize. If he calls the cops, he calls the cops. At least my conscious is clear."

"What is up with you and him?" She asks, only for her to cross her arms and give me the look. "You like him, don't you?" She grins.

"What?!" I scoff. "No way!"

"Hmm," she nods, only for her grin to gradually grow larger when she sees I'm trying to keep my cool. "YOU DO LIKE HIM!" She shouts.

"Shut up!" I screech. "I don't like him, I just don't want him to hate me."

"Why would it matter if he hated you, if you didn't like him?" She presses.

"UGH!" I sigh, as I run my hands over my face. "You're impossible, woman."

"You know it's true."

"Yes, it is true that you're impossible," I tease.

"You know that's not what I mean," she tickles my side. "You like that smug little bastard."

"I do not! I just don't want him to hate me. He has no reason to hate me. If he had a reason, I would understand. However, he has none and that's what bothers me," I admit.

"He sort of does have a reason," she ponders. "Your best friend broke his nose."

"Hey, I had nothing to do with that," I remind her. "I tried to stop you from leaving."

"Yeah, if anyone should've called the cops, it should've been me," she teases. "Trying to hold me against my will," she sighs. "I trusted you."

"I never trusted you," I laugh. "That's why I tried to keep you in."

"How rude!" She pretends to be offended. "If you want to get yelled at, I will step aside and let you walk over there, but I am not apologizing."

"Will you at least walk with me?" I ask.

"Of course! You aren't going in the lion's den alone," she assures me. "C'mon," she sighs deeply, as she slings her overnight bag over her arm while locking the other one with mine. "If he chews you out, I can't promise he won't get a good kick to the groin. Make him infertile, see if he'll mess with an Anderson again," she flips her hair.

"You're so violent," I chuckle. "What have I done to you?"

"Don't pretend this is your influence," she smiles. "I came out of the womb a psycho. Niall was right about that. That's the only thing he's been right about," she sighs. "Satan may be cute, but he sure as hell — " she pauses, before falling into a fit of laughter as we cross the street. "I called him Satan, then said he sure as hell. Ha! Hell? Get it?" She laughs, as if it weren't completely obvious.

"Good God, woman," I scoff. "You have had enough sugar."

"Don't tell me about sugar," her eyes sparkle. "You want some foreign sugar across the street."

"No, I don't!" I defend. "There is no sugar inside of that Irish skin."

"But, there is salt," she laughs. "And I'm not talking about his attitude!"

"Oh my gosh!" I cringe, only to laugh with her. "You're so bad!"

"Yeah, and you so want a taste!" She teases.

"You need Jesus," I inform her.

"He's already inside of me," she pats her heart, as we finally make it to his porch. "You got this," she assures me, as I stop to stare at the red house I promised myself I wouldn't make an appearance in for a while.

"With you I do," I tell her. "Let's get this over with."

However, as we step onto the porch — our arms still locked — Niall immediately opens his door and walks out. His nose is bandaged, and I can see faint a hint of bruises around the outer edge of the white patch.

"What part of don't come back, do you two not understand?" He barks.

"Calm down, asshole," Makayla sighs. "We're not here for a fight. After all, if we were the three of us would already know who'd win," she comments, as she flexes her non existent muscles.

"Like hell you would. You're lucky you're not a guy, I'd send you to the hospital," he threatens her.

"Oh yeah?" She asks him, as she unhooks her arm with mine and steps closer to him. "Wanna go, Irish bully?" She starts shuffling around him mimicking Rocky — just as she did yesterday — and if it weren't Niall, I would say that is amusement I see in those blue eyes. However, it is Niall, and I don't think anything but the plague would amuse him.

"Why are you here?" He changes the subject. "As a matter of fact, I don't care why you're here. Just get the hell off of my porch and out of my life." He turns back toward his door, but just as his fingers brush against the knob, I find myself speaking up for the first time since we've been here.

"Wait!" I say, hoping he would, but knowing he wouldn't. However, he pauses and turns back toward me. "I'm sorry," I tell him. "For your nose, for smacking you, for it all. I didn't have anything to do with the nose part, but I'm still sorry. I should've accepted your apology the other day, but I was mad. You have every right not to accept mine, but I wanted to at least apologize and have a chance at making things right." My words are rushed, and I can only pray neither of them notice how nervous I am about all of this. Why the hell do I care so much?

"Ha," he scoffs, before shaking his head and walking toward me. "Why the hell would I accept your apology? She," he points to Makayla. "Broke my damned nose, you won't stay out of my damned business, you smacked me, yelled at me in my own home, constantly come here unwanted, don't accept my apology, yet you come to say that you're sorry? Read my lips. . .bullshit."

His eyes are wild with fury, and we stand there for a few moments, just staring at one another in rage.

"I didn't have to come and apologize," I begin. "I didn't break your freaking nose, but I did come over here. I came over here because I felt bad, and — "

"Stop!" He interrupts me. "Stop it with your damned pity and feeling sorry for me. I don't need that from you."

"Why do you hate me?" I demand, trying my best not to get worked up. "What the hell did I ever do to you?"

"My nose is broken because of you," he spits.

"Did I do that?" I scoff. "I didn't tell Makayla to come over here and sock you in the nostrils. In fact, I tried to keep her in my house, but she got out. I don't have to be here apologizing to you when it wasn't even me."

"No, you don't have to be. So why are you here, hm? Why isn't she apologizing?" He asks, as he glances over at Makayla.

"Because there is no part of me that's sorry," she half laughs. "And right now, I'd love to punch your dumb ass face again. What the hell is up your butthole? Have you not been laid or some shit? Do you need to get some? Maybe that will help with your bitchiness," she informs him. "Or, maybe you're a virgin, and it pisses you off that nobody wants a piece of the Irish prick. You know, being a prick is a compensation for having no dick," she smirks, and I can tell she's pretty proud of herself. I even find myself trying to stop from laughing at his offended expression.

"Yeah? Well what's your excuse for being such a bitch? Did you chase all the guys away because you aren't stable mentally?" he spits.

"You don't know the first thing about me," Makayla seethes, and I can tell he hit a sore spot. Before the school year ended, Makayla's boyfriend had broken up with her. He was her first, for they had been going steady for years. She wanted to marry him, but he moved away and told her he wasn't good for her. He had always assumed she deserved better than him, but none of us knew that was coming.

The fact Niall said that without even knowing anything, really pisses me off.

"Neither do you," he challenges.

"I would have never been a bitch to you, if you hadn't have been a dick to my best friend," she replies.

"Get the hell off of my porch, or I am calling the cops," he warns us, disregarding her comment.

"Forgive me for wanting to be mature, okay?" I sarcastically remark, having to now come into the conversation since Makayla is lost in thought. No doubt thinking about the sore spot Niall had hit.

"Mature?" He scoffs.

"Yes, mature. Swallowing my pride and coming here to apologize is not something I wanted to do. However, it was the right thing. Sometimes, doing the right thing is doing the hard thing. That's maturity," I tell him.

"You're anything but mature. Just a spoiled American brat with a psycho for a friend." He smirks at me after saying all of that, and something inside of me snaps.

Before I even know what I'm doing, my fist is on his bandaged nose. Not even a moment later, blood is leaking through the white patch, far more blood than there was yesterday.

I can tell he's pissed beyond measure, but I don't care right now. I glance over at Makayla, and she is utterly shocked. Not even amused, just shocked. Shit.

"Just you wait!" He shouts, as he reaches up to hold his nose. "Your ass is grass!"

I can tell he wants to say more, but instead he retrieves a cellphone from his pocket, and actually calls the police.

"I want to report an assault," he begins, and Makayla looks over at me to mouth oh shit.

"We're screwed," I sigh, as I sit on the porch steps, only for Makayla to follow suit and sit next to me.

"Damn, girl, look who's Rocky now," she teases as she nudges me.

"I don't feel like Rocky. I feel sick," I whine. "We're going to be in a shit ton of trouble." Sighing, I cover my face with my hands.

"We'll be fine. My dad's sheriff, remember?" She encourages me. "We won't get locked up."

"No, but we'll die by our parent's hands!" I groan. "Everything was okay, but I insisted we come over to apologize. Look what I've done!"

"Hey, you jump I jump? I socked him yesterday, you socked him today, and now we're both gonna get ours. It'll all be okay. I'm going down with you, for I started it all," she laughs. "And I don't regret one moment of it."

"You seem rather calm," I inform her. "I don't know how you're sitting there not panicking."

"Me? Panic?" She scoffs. "Dad's gonna lay one on us, but it's not like he'll put it on our record. We'll just get a verbal warning."

"What if we don't?" I ask.

"Then we don't," she shrugs. "We'll be fugitives, escape prison, live a life on the run . . ." she trails off.

"Shut up," I laugh. "Your sarcasm doesn't help."

"Lies," she smiles. "You know it does."

"Maybe just a bit," I admit.

"Exactly."

"They're going to be here anytime," Niall interrupts us. "Just you wait. Father or not, you're getting yours."

Both Makayla and I turn around at the same time to face him. "Shut up," we bark, before turning back around to face the road.

"Does he ever shut up?" Makayla asks me. "Damn, he's so annoying."

"You're telling me," I shake my head, knowing he's listening to every word.

"Whatever," Niall huffs, as he pushes past us to stand on his lawn.

"What a five year old baby," Makayla laughs. "He can't take a punch from two unathletic girls? What a pussy."

"Sorry I don't get punched everyday!" Niall shouts, before holding his nose, the bleeding having slowed tremendously.

As we wait, we can hear him whining about the pain. Despite feeling bad earlier, I can't help but laugh at him.

However, the laughter stops when I catch a flash of red light in the distance.

"Here we go," Makayla sighs, as she stands up and walks over to Niall. I follow after her, and we're all three standing in a row as a cop car pulls along side the curb. Either it's our lucky day, or we're screwed — Scott is the cop.

"Dad!" Makayla beams as he gets out of the car, trying her best to butter him up. "What brings you out here?" She asks, as if she didn't know.

"Don't give me that buttering shit," he calls her out. "I'm here because I heard one of you assaulted this young man. Since I know you, I can only imagine who it was."

"That's not fair!" She defends. "Accusing me immediately."

"Then who was it? Did he cause his own nose to bleed?" He asks. Normally Scott is funny and cracking jokes, but they're no jokes to be had right now.

I instinctively gulp. I don't like seeing this site to him.

"I did punch him," she admits with a shrug, and immediately her dad's eyes widen with fury. "Yesterday," she finishes. "And he deserved every damn bit of that knuckle sandwich."

"I don't give a shit what he deserved," Scott snaps. "You can't go around punching people. I don't care if you are my daughter." With this comment, I watch as Niall smiles in victory.

"I actually can. It doesn't mean I won't get into trouble, but technically anyone can do anything. It may not be right, but they have the power to do it," she points out. However, that was a bad call.

"Get in that car," he snaps. "Before I beat your ass."

Makayla has told me plenty of times about Scott and his empty threats. I know he would never lay a finger on her, but I can't help but feel scared. She — on the other hand — doesn't seemed fazed a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," she waves him off.

"Did you punch him today?" He asks me, and suddenly I forget how to use my voice. "Crystal," he address softly. "Did you punch this young man?"

I look from Scott to Niall to Scott again, before nodding slowly.

"I did," I admit.

"Get in the car," he sighs.

"M-me?"

"Yes, you. I'm taking you guys down to the station," he mutters, as if it pains him.

"Are you going to lock us up?" I ask, a million things running through my mind. "My mom will kill me."

"I don't know what I'm going to do," he admits. "But go sit with Makayla."

As I walk toward the car, I can't help but give Niall the death glare. He returns it with a large bloody stained lip smile, only for Scott to address him as well.

"You too, buddy," he tells Niall, only for that stupid grin to be wiped off of his face immediately.

"What? Why me?!" Niall almost shouts.

"Because I said so," Scott snaps, before pointing toward his car. However, Niall doesn't budge. "Want another bloody nose?" Scott growls, before Niall's eyes widen and he shuffled toward the car. "That's what I thought," he huffs.

As I climb in and join Makayla, we both look at one another. We can't help but smile, for if Niall is forced to jump with us, maybe he'll sink  with us as well.

"Who's smiling now," Makayla whispers, causing me to laugh. However, that laughter stops when Scott climbs into the car, and we all head down to the station.

*****
Ahahah they got arrested. Next chap it gonna be so much fun I love Scott and his sass XD