Outside the Box Blogfest: Jail Bait that Bites Back

Here is my entry for the Outside The Box Blogfest! I know it's early, but I'm on a roll so why stop now? Okay, so this time the idea is to write outside your comfort zone. I don't write YA and I never intended to, my characters are all 21 and up. But, for this entry I'm pulling a brand new scene from my WIP, it's one of Lilly's memories from when she and Rocky were 17 years old. It's also a crucial piece of the puzzle. My goal here is high suspense and super fast pacing.(Oh, and by the way.. it seems like Lilly is becoming the Aiden of fictional character names.... I'm debating on a name change. Thoughts?) Anyways, tell me how I did! My very first attempt at YA! 

Lilly

17 years old

No matter how hard I concentrated, the blade kept skipping. After the third try I gave up. I put the a tightly rolled twenty up my nose and snorted my squiggly line off the dashboard.

“Holy crap, you suck at driving.” I gasped between laughs.

“Fuck off, I'm a great drunk driver!” Rocky said, slamming on the accelerator. We flew down the alley back out onto the street.

I flipped open the mirror on the visor and pulled an eyeliner pencil out of my purse. Stupid idea. It didn't go much better than lining with the blade. Luckily, I smudged it out until it looked kind of sexy and smokey. It sort of worked.

Outside the lights blurred past us. I saw long line of bare legs and baggy jeans.

“You missed it! Turn around!” I screamed.

She circled the block and slipped into another alley that opened into a grimy parking lot. I unscrewed the cap of a new bottle and hopped out of the car and Rocky untwisted the run circuit to turn it off.

“Damn, I want one of these things!” Rocky said running her hand over the hood of the BMW.

“Eh, it's okay. I still like that Lexus from last weekend.”

It was warm out for the first time all month, I was starting to regret wearing jeans and sneakers.

“Lilly! You can't carry a forty, are you crazy?” Rocky was squatting next to the car leaning against the door, laughing.

“Screw it, the club's on the other side of the building.”

She shrugged and held out her hand. I passed it to her and she took a sip.

As soon as we turned onto the side street someone grabbed my wrist.

“Hey! what the hell?”

I spun around ready to shove off some overconfident pervert. But there was a badge two inches from my face. Oh, God.

“How old are you girls? I need to see your identification.”

We'd practiced for this, all I had to do was follow the script. At least one of us would be okay. 

“We're 15, we don't have our licenses yet.” I said. Rocky nodded.

“Uh huh, thought so. Put your hands where I can see them please ladies.”

He pointed at Rocky and then at the brick building behind her. She put down the forty and positioned herself on the wall.

“Your names?” He asked, pulling out a pen and his ticket book.

“Angela Lillard.”

My head told me to shut the hell up and stay still, but for some reason, my body wanted to run. As soon as my foot left the ground I was flying. Not for long. My face slammed into to cement barely missing the curb.

The cop's elbow was digging into my spine and he was screaming into my ear. I wasn't listening to him, I couldn't take my eyes off Rocky behind him.

Her eyes locked on mine, I'd knew that look, it meant Lilly, just shut up and trust me. I could feel myself frowning. She glared at me. Why couldn't she just follow the damn plan?

She crouched down and picked up the bottle from the sidewalk. I closed my eyes.

Crack! Beer ran down my face in through my hair. The cop collapsed on top of me, crushing the air out of my lungs and rubbing my raw cheek over the concrete again.

His body rolled off me and I peeled myself off the pavement. Rocky was frozen, the neck of the broken bottle still in her hand.

“Oh God, we have to go!” I grabbed her arm and pulled her away. We slipped back into the alley and I wheeled towards the beamer.

“No, screw the car!” Rocky said.

“What? But they're expecting it! We can't –”

“No. Fuck the car. I'll deal with Tony, okay?” She gave me that look again.

The two of us took off down the alley again, weaving in and out of the side streets. It took us almost an hour to get home on foot.

The shock really set in as soon as we hit our street, we curled up in the bushes beside my house. I was shaking, gasping for air.

“It's okay. Everything is fine.” I sounded insane.

I looked next to me, Rocky was completely still. Staring across the street, at her brownstone.

One light was on. The master bedroom.

“Shit! Why are you're parents up? You think they're waiting for you?”

She kept glaring at their window, “No.”

“Oh. . . well, good.”

We sat there for a while, letting everything sink in. This was hands down the stupidest thing we'd ever done.

“Can I stay here tonight?” She asked, still staring.

“Sure, but what about your parents?” I asked.

She turned to look at me, “Fuck my parents.”