"I hate you! So freaking much!" I yelled at him, anger coming off me in waves. I stood up of the concrete floor and shoved him into the bars of our cell.

The officer looks up in surprise at my outburst, "Miss, I will have to ask you to unhand your cell-mate." He says, authority and confidence evident in his tone.

I angrily let go of him but didn't stop glaring.

"Now, now, V. Hate is such a strong word." He replied with a smirk, "I thought we were friends."

I growl, trying- and failing- to control my anger.

"Come on, V. Use your big girl words."

"I'm going to kill you." I threatened, not bothering to hear whatever his pathetic self wanted to say.

Officer I-won't-shut-up decides to speak up, "Miss, the unlawful killing of another human being can cause enormous amount of grief for individuals close to the victim, as well as the fact that the commission of a murder permanently deprives the victim of their existence. Most societies have considered it a very serious crime deserving of the most harshest punishment available, including this society. If you go through with killing this man, I will have no choice but to-"

"It's a figure of speech!" I burst, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation. "What the hell do you think I am? Homicidal?!"

"Well, we are in jail." He said with an uncaring shrug.

How did I get into this situation, again? Oh yeah.

I had been laying in my bed when I got bored and forced Aaron to have fun with me.

I refuse to take any of the freaking blame for this! It is all his fault!

He is the one who got us arrested.

How? Well, It started as a pretty normal day.

...................

That morning:

"Tell him that we are going to have some real fun!" I yelled at Aaron's sister through the newly discovered window communication system.

    I slammed the window, ending the discussion, and smiled as I thought of all the fun we were going to have.

I turned around and skipped down the hallway to the bathroom, like the naive person I am. If I knew what was going to happen, I wouldn't have skipped so happily.

Once I was in the safety of the bathroom, I locked the door and turned on the shower. As I waited for the water to heat up, I took off my clothes. I waited until the water temperature perfect- as perfect as can be- and hopped in.

I tensed when I felt the water, which was hot as hell, hit my back.

Showering- something that most people love to do and and look forward to doing.

Me? I absolutely hate showering. Now, you might think I sound weird- but I have 6 words that will change your mind.

I share a bathroom with Lee.

For those of you who still don't understand: Lee is obsessed with his hair- it is a serious problem. Three years ago, my parents and I organized an intervention to try and stop it, but to no avail.

He has a total of 37 shampoo bottles and 42 conditioners in the shower- I counted.

Don't even get me started on how many he has in his 'collection'.

So, at the beginning of my shower, I need to pick out my shampoo and conditioner bottles since he doesn't let me use his. (It is like an extremely annoying version of I-Spy)

One day, I was in a rush so I used his strawberry-scented shampoo- he took one whiff of my hair and yelled at me for an hour straight.

An hour of him ranting over the fact that that his hair- being the God of all hair- was not allowed to be associated to mine- the crap that all hair finds on the bottom of it's curls. Apparently, his hair is worth more than that.

Let's just say, I never used any of his shampoo or conditioner again.

I also hate the fact that showers only have two settings:

Either bathe in the burning flames of hell or in the arctic ocean- there is no in between.

After 10 minuets- 10 freaking minuets- of searching for my shampoo, I squirted it out and rubbed it into my dark brown hair.

As I was shampooing, I looked for my conditioner.

I sighed in annoyance, I just want to finish this stupid shower.

............................

After one hour of I-Spy, repeatably changing the temperature to avoid burn marks and frostbite, torture, and cleansing myself, my shower was finally over.

I happily jumped out and wrapped my body in a towel. I sighed in content and glanced at the clock.

Oh my God! I'm going to be late for my 'day of fun' with Aaron!

I rushed through the rest of my morning routine, I attempted to brush my hair and teeth at the same time (unsuccessfully) and grabbed random clothes from my dresser. I ended up slipping into a random pair of sweatpants and a plain T-Shirt.

I ran out of my room and passed a mirror in the hallway, I instantly stopped in horror.

My hair looked like a giant pile of dog crap on the top of my head.

Maybe Lee is right... I need to use better shampoo and conditioner.

I sighed and ran to the bathroom, grabbed a hair-tie and threw my dark brown locks into a messy bun on top of my head and bolted downstairs.

"Well, isn't someone in a rush." I heard the annoying voice of an idiot say from the couch in the living room.

"I wouldn't be in a rush if someone would use less hair products!" I snapped at Lee, while looking everywhere for my shoes.

Lee snorted and rolled his eyes, "If I used the same shampoo everyday, my hair will become predictable and terrible- like yours."

I scoffed and jammed my feet into my newly-found tennis-shoes, on a normal day I would fight with Lee, but I have no time for that. "Good-bye, Idiot!" I called as I made my way to the door, "I'll see you later!" I yelled as I opened the front door.

"Peace out, loser!" I distantly heard from Lee before I shut the door and left.

I took off in the direction of Aaron's house as fast as I could. After running along the grass separating our houses I ran up onto their porch. I continued to run and, like an idiot, slammed face-first into the front door- there is no time for stopping!

You would have thought someone would have opened the door after hearing that big bang my face created, but when no one answered I rang the doorbell repeatedly.

After around 10 ding-dongs, the door flew open and there stood a very disheveled Barbra, "My, my. Violet! You are sure in a rush!" She exclaimed.

"Hello, Barbra!" I said with a smile, "You wouldn't happen to know where Aaron is, do you?" I ask politely.

Her eyes lit up in realization, "Aaron!" She called, "Your friend is here to see you!" She cheered with a happy laugh.

I heard footsteps coming down, what I'm assuming is, the stairs, "Friend?" He asked, coming into view, "What friend?" He asked.

"What do you mean, Aaron?" I ask happily, "Me! Your friend!" I cheer, flinging my arms out.

"God, why?" He muttered to himself, looking at the ceiling for answers. His head suddenly snapped to Barbra as he glared at her. "Mom!" He groaned to his mother, disregarding me completely. "I told you that if a psychopathic, annoying girl- who obviously broke out of a mental hospital- asked to see me, tell her I wasn't home!"

"Aaron Marie Gold! I will not tolerate your behavior! We do not disrespect our guests!" She snapped back, "You apologize to this nice young lady right this second!"

Marie??? His freaking middle name is Marie! No wonder why he wanted to keep it a secret! That is beautiful!

"Yeah, Marie." I taunt, "Say sorry to the nice young lady- me."

Aaron clenched his jaw, "Sorry." He spat out, as if his words were 12-month old moldy cheese- ew, by the way.

"Aaron, that was-" Barbra began to scold him again.

"It's okay, Mrs. Gold." I cut off her scolding, "Marie and I are A-Okay!" I chirp, reaching out and grabbing his arm. "We are just going out for some fun!"

"You sure, honey?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. I simply nod happily in response, "Okay, just tell me if Aaron does or says something you don't like- I'll sort him out for you." She smirks with a wink. "And don't go calling me Mrs. Gold!" She scolds.

"Will do, Mrs. G!" I joke, with a wink.

I turn around and start dragging Aaron to my car, pulling him harder every time he struggles.

"Have fun!" I hear Barbra shout from behind.

"We will!" I shout back.

"Not" Aaron finishes under his breath.

I pretended not to hear him as I shoved him into the passenger seat of my red Honda.

"This is kidnapping!" Aaron yells from his position in my car.

"No." I answer, buckling him in, "It's borrowing my friend for a day of fun." I correct.

"I'm not your friend!" Aaron responds angrily.

"Come on , Marie! We will have a blast!" I try to persuade him, patting him on the head.

It takes a few seconds for my words to process in his head, when they do, "What the hell! Don't you dare call me Marie!" He yells, turning to grab me.

Too bad he is wearing a seat-belt.

He gets caught on the seat-belt mid-lunge and gets thrown back. His back hits the seat with a thud and he sits there, seething in anger.

"Safety first." I smile and slam the door shut, locking him in my car.

This is going to be so fun!

............................

"This is so boring!" I moan as I collapse in exhaustion.

We have been at the mall for 10 freaking minuets, after finally getting Aaron to stop trying to dial 9-1-1, I asked him where he wanted to go. He responded with a very enthusiastic, girly, "How about we go to the mall and get our nails done!" I was quite surprised by his request, but I'm not one to judge people. I drove us straight to the mall with a smile on my face and unshed tears in my eyes.

10 minuets later, I'm regretting this decision. Not only am I at the worst freaking place imaginable, but I swear that someone is watching me. I can feel eyes tearing into me, ripping into my soul and judging everything I stand for and my mere existence. I mean, nearly everyone is looking at me after I collapsed, but this stare stands out.

I looked around for the culprit and my pale blue eyes met with Aaron's emerald green ones.

Aaron was looking at me, a shocked expression on his face, "You don't like the mall?" He asked, jaw dropping in shock.

"No. The mall is the bane of my existence, I'm only here for you and your feminine ways." I grumble, picking myself up from off the floor.

"I don't have any 'feminine ways'" He hissed, "I only said that as a sarcastic joke!"

"Joke? Joke?! Didn't Barbra ever teach you to never joke about the mall?" I ask, shaking my head in disappointment, "The mall is no joke."

"I was just trying to do a good impression of a girl, sorry." He replied sarcastically, putting his hands up in fake-defense.

"Marie! Don't you know to never make sexist or degrading comments about girls?" I gasp," There could be a crazy feminist lurking anywhere." I look around, my eyes darting to every female, making sure they aren't listening in, "Do you want to face the raft of a crazy, angry feminist?" I ask, finally sure that no one is overhearing us.

"It must be hard being that stupid."

"Look, just don't make jokes about the mall, females, and etc.." I say with an annoyed sigh. "Your mother should have thought you this."

"Why do you even hate the mall?" He looks back up at me, confusion splashed across his face. "It's not even that bad. After hours it's boring, but for 10 minuets..."

"I'm not your average girl."

"But, I didn't ask if you were-"

I groan, "As I just said, the mall is the bane of my existence. It is the worst place imaginable- even worse than school. There is nothing worse than the m-" My words die on my lips. As if the world was trying to prove me wrong, something worst than the mall came strolling around the corner. "Hide me." I blurt, looking at Aaron in desperation. I did not want to see him, not on my fun day with Aaron!

"What?" He asked, looking at me like I belonged in a mental institution.

"Hide m-" I couldn't even finish repeating myself before the worst sound ever cut through the air, everything else dimming in comparison as it reached my ears.

His voice.

"Well, well, well." It said, "If it isn't Lucy's b*tch!" He sneered, making a stop right in front of me, blocking my view to Aaron.

"You know this girl?" Another voice asked, a very familiar voice.

What the heck are they doing together? Please don't tell me they joined forces, if they were to join forces, I would never be able to escape their annoying annoyingness.

"Just my girl's pet." Ash, Lucy's unbearable boyfriend (Gag), replies. "Why wouldn't I know her?"

"I am not Lucy's pet, b-word, sidekick, or follower!" I snap, "I am her equal!" I cry out. pointing at him, I say, "You are the one who always follows her around, like the lost puppy you are!"

He laughed dryly, "I am the only one here who can match Lucy's greatness, you are only her friend because she pities you." He smirks, "She told me herself- we do tell each other everything."

"If you tell each other everything- then why did you forget to mention to her that you are totally in love with me, and that you are only mean to me because you don't know how to express your true feelings? Or that you are only dating her so you can get close to me? Why didn't you tell her that one of these days you are going to dump her for me, and when you ask me out- I'll say no?"

"I didn't tell her because it wasn't true."

"Or because you are scared to admit your true feelings for me."

"What are you even doing at the mall? I thought you hated it." He avoided the question.

Violet- 124
Ash- 122

"I'm only here for my new friend, Marie's, feminine ways."

"You have a lot of nerve coming back to this mall, I thought you would never show your ugly face here again after the verbal beat-down me and my friends gave you." The Queen of Witches sneered from next to Ash.

"What is going on?" Aaron asked in confusion, oblivious to everything as always.

I ignored them as I continued, "I was the one who won that argument!" I correct Her Witchy Highness. "Just go home, little girl, you aren't doing any good for yourself."

"Oh! This is the annoying brunet you were talking about, Cuz?" Ash asked, smirking as he reached out and pet my head, stroking his hand through my hair.

I tried to move away but he grabbed my arm, "Unhand me, you a-hole!" I screech, trying to remove myself of his bear-like grip.

"She looks a little thirsty." B-Queen commented, "Don't you agree, cousin?" She asked, a fake smile on her face.

Cousin? Cousin?! The 2 people who hate me most in the world are cousins??? That is just pancake flipping great!

"She does, maybe we should get her some water?" Ash asked, with a knowing smirk on his lips. I felt completely confused, until my eyes landed on the mall fountain.

He wouldn't.

Apparently he would, because he hiked me over his shoulder and carried me over to the fountain, me screaming and kicking the entire way. I frantically looked around for Aaron, but he was no where in sight.

The son of a pig ditched me! What the hell?!

"Let me go, Ash! Before I tell your mother that you were the one who stole $20 from her purse a week ago!"

Suddenly the world turned upside down. Wait no, that was me.

"You already did, count this as payback."

Ash was about to dunk me into the fountain anytime now, so with my last breath I yelled, "Curse you, Ash the a-hole!" Like the cartoon-lover I am.

At my words, I was released into the water. My head hit the bottom of the fountain and I clumsy tumbled into the shallow water. I instantly struggled until I broke the surface and took a large gulp of air. The water was freezing and I could feel myself shivering.

"Fudge cakes a la mode! It's pancake flipping freezing!" I screeched as I felt the cold water seep through my clothes, soaking me to the bone. I turned my attention to Ash and Witch who were laughing their gluteus-maximus's off. "You think this is funny?" I hiss, freezing water dripping down my face as I speak.

"Y-Yes!" Ash chokes out with his laughter.

"Oh, really?" I ask innocently, a fake, sweet smile plastered on my face, "Then this must be hilarious!" I growled as I grabbed Ash by the arm and pull him into the water with me. Soon, we are both screaming profanities at each other as we engage in a brutal splash fight to the death.

"What is going on here!" A voice cuts through our fight, causing us to both stop and look in the direction of the voice. Now that I wasn't so focused on trying to murder Ash, I noticed that a group had gathered around us. In the middle, stood a very pissed off mall cop.

Spit.

"You are both under arrest for vandalism of the fountain! Put your hands up!" The mall cop screeched, his chubby face looking like a tomato.

What the hell do I do? What do I do? I could feel sweat start to spill out of my pores and I mix with pool of water I was currently sitting in.

So, I did the most logical thing to do.

"No hablo ingles!" I blurt one of the only phrases I remember from my Spanish class freshman year.

"Están bajo arresto por vandalismo . Ponga las manos detrás de la espalda." The mall cop replied, narrowing his beady eyes at me and Ash.

Oh, he knows more Spanish than I do. What the heck did he even say? You know what, I'll look it up later. You know, after I get out this situation.

So, I did the 2nd most logical thing to do.

I booked it. I stood up and dragged myself out of the fountain and ran in the direction of the mall entrance.

The mall cop was too fat to catch me anyway.

"You'll never catch me alive, copper!" I screamed over my shoulders as I ran, voicing my opinion, when I looked back I couldn't help but notice that Ash was already taken. The chubby mall cop holding on to his wrist and glaring at me.

That's when Ash and the mall cop started to chase after me.

Oh God.

I continue to run, dodging unsuspecting shoppers as I ran through the mall like a mad woman. I ran as fast as my feet could take me, which wasn't very far. I ran as much as I could before I felt arms wrap around my waist and I jerk back into a skinny figure.

"I caught her!" Came the sound of Her Highness's annoying voice.

I struggled against her before I tore myself free, I tried to run again, but the mall cop caught up to us and roughly grabbed my wrist, a soaking Ash in his other hand.

The chubby cop was breathing heavy and was glistening with sweat while Ash looked bored from the chase.

They caught me- alive I might add.

...........................

Me and Ash have been in mall jail for about 23 seconds, I am slowly losing my mind in here. I haven't spoken a word since we were caught, but I felt myself about to burst.

I ticked my jaw, trying to contain my anger.

Ash smirks at me.

"I hate you! So freaking much!" I yelled at him, anger coming off me in waves. I stood up of the concrete floor and shoved him into the bars of our cell. The quiet game I was playing flying out the window, never to be found again.

The officer, mall officer, looks up in surprise of my outburst, "Miss, I will have to ask you to unhand your cell-mate." He says, authority and confidence evident in his tone.

I angrily let go of him but didn't stop glaring.

"Now, now, V. Hate is such a strong word." He replied with a smirk, "I thought we were friends."

I growl, trying- and failing- to control my anger. Ash is not, and never will be, my friend.

"Come on, V. Use your big girl words."

"I'm going to kill you." I threatened, not bothering to hear whatever his pathetic self wanted to say.

The chubby mall cop speaks up, "Miss, the unlawful killing of another human being can cause enormous amount of grief for individuals close to the victim, as well as the fact that the commission of a murder permanently deprives the victim of their existence. Most societies have considered it a very serious crime deserving of the most harshest punishment available, including this society. If you go through with killing this man, I will have no choice but to-"

"It's a figure of speech!" I burst, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation. "What the hell do you think I am? Homicidal?!"

"Well, we are in jail." Ash said with an uncaring shrug.

"Yeah!" I screech, "Mall jail!" I growl, anger turning me into a creature that resembled the hulk.

Ash merely smirks, I hate that stupid smirk. I wish I could burn it off with the flames of hell.

The mall cop speaks up, "Miss, sir, you both get one phone call." He said cautiously, holding a phone out to me.

I angrily grabbed the phone and dialed Lee.

When I am out of here, Aaron better run. Because I am going to kill him, after I'm done with Ash and The Queen of Witches of course.

Maybe the mall cop is right, I am homicidal... Oh, well.

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A/N

How many of you thought she was in jail with Aaron at the beginning of the chapter? How many of you saw the truth?

If you were Aaron, would you have stayed and defended Violet, or just ditch her? I would have probably watched her get thrown into the fountain, taken a picture, and left- but that's just me.

Yikes! How do you think Lee is going to react to V being in jail? Will he bail her out or leave her to die alone, rotting in a cell with her enemy for eternity?

I hope you enjoyed! And if you enjoyed it a lot- feel free to vooooote!

Wow... I say 'feel free' way too often... I need to stop.