3:00PM. The final bell rings for the day. Students fill the corridors, rushing to get out of their classes. Focused on getting into lockers, having their own conversations, and leaving school. All but one, well, two. Tamara was one.
While everyone was talking about the event of the day, Tamara was onto her new hobby. She can be a little ditsy, though when motivated, she can be very sly. She listened from outside teachers’ room to the only other student who wasn’t in a hurry to leave. They were just inside the door, on the payphone attached to the wall.
“Yeah, I need it today,” The slightly high-pitched voice spoke into the receiver. “I’m out of product, I need more stock. I have the dough here at school… Dad…” There was silence. The only thing that Tamara could figure was that they’d said dad because a teacher or someone was close by. “…I got a couple things to do, but I’ll be round at Payless Dru… to collect in an hour.” Tamara had heard all she needed.
Bay had already darted out of the classroom before the final bell had finished ringing. She was just a few metres shy of the school’s exit doors when she crashed into an unfamiliar face, well, at least one she wished she didn’t recognise. “Watch where you’re going,” Bay snapped at the face, Brooke.
Brooke pinched the bridge of her nose. “Me? You’re the one who ran into me . You probably just broke my nose.”
“We can only dream.”
“Step off, Bay. Where were you going in such a hurry anyway?”
“None of your business.”
“It is if you’re seeing Matteo?” Brooke phrased it as a question, but she knew she was right. “I don’t want your mother coming round asking for you because you’re out past curfew yet again? Should I save her the hassle and walk next door to tell her your boyfriend totally overdosed at school today?”
“Don’t act jealous, Brooke, just because he’d rather be with me,” Bay snarled, trying to stay strong, but she was struggling to hold back the tears.
“Can’t be jealous of you, Bay. Just remember, Matteo and I never had to ingest anything when we were together,” she stated matter of factly and walked off, shoving past bay on the way.
3:07PM. Will had just shoved his books into his new locker and was walking toward the exit when he heard, “Hey, Will, man, where are ya headed?”
“Home, dude, unless you have other ideas,” Will replied, seeing Zig pull up next to him.
“Let’s check with Brayden, he might want to do something for Matteo. Something honourable and all.”
“Didn’t he O.D. though? Why would you be that stupi-?”
“He’s still a part of the group,” Zig cut him off. “C’mon, out here.” They exit the school and headed left, to a spot in between the school and student carpark. When Will and Zig rounded the corner, they saw Brayden leaning back against the building, his foot perched on the wall and smoke escaping his mouth. “What are we doing about Matteo?”, Zig asked him.
“What can we do, Zachary?”, Brayden replied solemnly, and Will could tell he was hurting deep down.
“But he-” Zig started but Brayden cut him off.
“No. What have I told you? Not here. That’s to be discussed in private.”
Zig looked down glumly, like a puppy who was told off for bad behaviour. Just at the moment, Isobel rounded the corner too. Perfect timing, Zig thought.
“Won’t anyone walk you, Zig-Zag?”, Isobel asked with a smirk. “Get yourself a leash and I’ll walk you… off a cliff.”
“Knock it off, Isobel-Rose,” Brayden told her.
She shrugged, then turned her attention to Will. “Hey you, have you thought more about offer?”
“I have to say, red’s not my colour.” Will smirked and Zig had to contain his laughter.
She sneered at Zig, who zipped his lips, then cocked her head at Will, “Either you’ve been hanging out with too long or you’ve come into our school to be a nark.”
Jack slugged his bag over his shoulder followed Blake out of the music room, “Thank for helping me put back the equipment.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Hey, my mom’s working tonight and I have to look after my sister, don’t worry, she’s not much work. But do you want to come over and study? ”
There was something about the word study that made Blake curious. “ Study? ” He raised an eyebrow. “Sure, I’m free tonight.”
They walk out of the school and turned left. “Does 7 sound good? I live at the bottom of Main street, opposite the park.”
Before Blake could answer, he heard the words “…to be a nark” and watched as grabbed Jack’s backpack off his shoulder, starting to rifle through it.
“Hey, Isobel, give it back,” Jack shouted at her.
“Why should I? He might have something for me."
“Do you want me to remind you of what I did this morning?”
Blake’s collar was suddenly gripped a pair of hands and brought his face round to meet his attackers. Will was holding him tightly and almost spitting into his face, “What did a runt like you do this morning?”
“Who wants to know? You’re new to this school, aren’t you? Why don’t you mind some,” Jack told Will angrier, staring him down.
“Someone’s got quite a mouth for a dweeb.”
Brayden spoke out over everyone, his voice slightly melancholic, “I think that’ll do for today.” Isobel opened her mouth to protest, but his voice became firmer, “Enough.” Isobel threw Jack’s open backpack back at him and Will dropped Blake, pushing him away. They quickly shuffled away from the group, not before Blake had given Will an intense glare.
“Can’t be a nark after that,” Zig stated.
Isobel ignored him and stared at Brayden. “What’s your problem anyway?”
“Not now, guys,” Brayden said. “We need a night in, come round to place tonight. Zackary, give Will the address, and I’ll check in with Bay.” With that, he turned on his heel and headed to his car.
3:11PM. Tamara was now in the corridor, near a cluster of lockers. She’d just jimmied one opened like she’d been taught by a friend at a previous school. Taking the wad of cash and securing it on her person. Then, just as quickly slammed the locker shut, only to see Keira behind it. Tamara inhaled quickly. “You startled me.”
Keira raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t mean to, you just didn’t look like the person who owned this locker this morning.”
“Oh, um, that’s because it’s actually my first day,” Tamara covered up quickly. “I only just got the combination… But it is my locker, honest.”
Keira looked at her doubtfully. This girl seemed rather jumpy and on edge. “If that’s true, I guess I’ll see you here tomorrow morning,” she said finally.
“Yeah, you sure will,” Tamara lied. Without saying anything else, Tamara headed towards the school’s exit, leaving Keira to speculate what the girl was clearly hiding.
3:28PM. The Sugar Shack. The number one local hangout for the youth and open 24/7. A mainly red and white interior. White tables with red chairs and bench seats in the booths. The counter is white and lined with, alternating, red and white stools. The walls are painted red with various framed posters on 60s stars, while the floor is black and white checkered lino.
Kiona sat semi-opposite Charlene and Jason in their usual rounded booth in the back corner of the diner. Keira was on the outer edge, next to Kiona.
Jason rested his arms on the back of the seat, and Charlene took the opportunity to shuffle in closer to him. Kiona smirked and asked, “So, are you two giving this a go then?”
Charlene was about to answer smugly but closed her mouth quickly when Jason said, “No, no, nothing like that. We’re friends.” He looked at Charlene. “Right?”
Kiona tried not to smirk at Charlene as he said it, but it was had. She forced herself to focus on Jason instead. “So who is it that you do like then Jason?”
Before he could even think about answering, a voice interrupted. “So who is going to move over for me to sit down.” It was Chloe. Charlene and Jason shuffled round and Chloe took her seat. Looking across from her, she said to Keira, “So you did end up joining us here.”
“Nothing else to do,” Keira replied.
Chloe moved on and look at the others. “What were you just talking about?”
“Jason was just about to tell us who he likes,” Kiona recalled.
Everyone faces him. “I was? It’s nothing, not important.”
Chloe replies, “It must be if Kiona had figure it out.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “…I don’t know what’s going to happen now, but I did kiss her today.”
Kiona’s eyes widened in shock. “You did?”
“Who is she?”, Charlene asked, crossing her arms.
Police station. Neil and Ethan stand on one side of a two-way mirror. From their side, they observe Chris simply sitting at the table, patiently waiting.
“Guess we better get this over with,” Neil sighed.
“You sound excited,” Ethan said sarcastically, as he collected the tape recorder.
Neil shrugged in response. “It’s only a witness statement. Not much to get excited about considering…”
“Considering the captain’s going to look over every word with a magnifying glass? You know it’s his son, right?”
“No shit, Sherlock. I can read,” he remarked, flicking the file in his hand.
“Fuck you, Watson,” was all Ethan said before opening the door to the interrogation room. Neil followed and both of them then sat down across from Christopher.
Ethan turned on the tape. “Please state your full name, age, and address.”
“Christopher Hughes, 17, and…” Chris stopped and leaned back in his seat. “No, I don’t have to say anything. It’s illegal to interrogate a minor with guardian supervision.”
“It’s just a witness statement. Standard procedure, as you were first on the scene,” Blake explained.
“We can ask your father to be present while you give your statement if that’s something you really want,” Neil added.
Blake didn’t roll his eyes but might have done something else, not wanting to drag the captain down for a simple witness statement
Chris was silent for a moment, considering it. His dad would want to know what had happened anyway and having him here would save Chris the trouble of telling his version of events twice. But having him here would also mean there was more room for error. Chris leaned forward and placed his arms on the table, resting his chin on top. “Okay, continue with your questions then.”
“Alright.” Blake cleared his throat. “Can you tell us how you found Matteo?”
“I found him in the boys’ toilets. He was passed out in one of the cubicles.”
“You were alone, correct?”
“Was there anything near Matteo when you found him in the cubicle? Any strange or odd objects that wouldn’t normally be there?” Neil asked.
Chris just shook his head, rubbing his chin on the sleeves of his jacket. “You’ll have to state your answer.” Blake nodded to the tape recorder so Chris would understand his request.
“No, there was nothing near him, no strange or odd objects that wouldn’t normally be there.”
Neil asked, “Could you please tell us in your words, exactly what happened from the time you saw Matteo to getting into the ambulance?”
After Chris had retold the series of events, leaving out the part about flushing the drugs, the officers were about to ask something else. Before they could they heard a voice over the loudspeaker, “Kane, Taube, out here now.” Chris put his forehead down on his arms, he recognised that voice.
Neil and Ethan left the room immediately, taking the tape recorder, and meeting the captain on the other side of the glass.
“Cap’n, we-” Neil was about to explain.
Captain Hughes interrupts, “What is the meaning of this? Why was I not informed?”
“Sir, this is just standard procedure for someone who has been a witness, he’s not under arrest.”
“Did you get what you needed?” Ethan and Neil nodded. “Good. Get out of here, I’d like to talk to my son alone.”
3:45PM. Tamara walked into Payless Drugs, a dying pharmaceutical chain. This business was situated just a couple of block from the school. She looked around for who could be the one she’d need to talk to, ‘til she spotted them. She felt a little anxious, the money burning a hole in her saddlebag. She walked over, wasting no time by pulling out the cash. “I believe you have an agreement in place at 4PM?!”
The odd-looking man stared at her, dumbfounded. “I’m sorry?”
“There’s been a change of hands.” She placed the money on the counter and watched the confusion fade from his face.
Neil and Ethan had got out of Ethan’s DeLorean and made their way into the hospital. The pair swung open the doors and walk straight past the reception desk.
“And who do you think you are?” The voice belonged to some middle-aged reception lady with tight lips, short fraying hair, and a bad attitude. At closer inspection, the name badge on chest said ‘Pam’.
Neil and Ethan turned, getting out their badges in unison. “We’re here on official police business,” Neil stated.
“I don’t care what business brings you to my ward. I have rules here and you need to sign in just like everyone else.”
They both exchanged glances with each other. “We’re here to speak with Matteo Hayes.”
Pam waved a pen at them. “Sign in first, ask questions after.”
Begrudgingly, they walked over to the desk.
“Who did you say you wanted to speak with?”, Pam asked Neil as Ethan signed in.
She pursed her lips for a moment. “Not going to happen.”
“Why not?” Ethan asked, handing over the pen to Neil.
“I’ll have to get his doctor to explain his condition to you. It’s not something I can discuss.”
Pam then calls for Doctor Benjamin Franklin Pierce over the speakers.
“He shouldn’t be too long,” she said to the officers. She gestured for them to take a seat in the waiting area, but they stay standing where they were.
It was only a few minutes before Dr Pierce walked through a set of double doors and made his way to the reception desk.
“There are two officers here who need an update on Matteo Hayes’ situation.”
Dr Pierce nodded and turned to Neil and Ethan. “I’m Mr Hayes’ doctor, Doctor Pierce. What did you need, officers?”
“We need to speak with Matteo Hayes,” Ethan answered. “But since that can’t happen, we’ve been informed that you can update us on his situation.”
“Very well, we found traces of opioids in his system. We believe the tests show that it was probably only an accidental overdose.”
The loudspeaker sounded out again, but this time it was coming from Pam. Another nurse must have been using a corridor phone. “Doctor Pierce, this is concerning Matteo Hayes. Please come to room 61, Doctor Benjamin Franklin Pierce, urgently!”
Robert Hughes steps into the interrogation room and Chris doesn’t lift his head. “Why are you associating yourself with a junkie, Christopher? Are you using?”
“No, I’m not using . I just needed to use the bathroom and found Matteo there.”
“You didn’t answer my first question, Christopher. Why are you associating yourself with junkies?”
“I’m not. Like I said, I just walked in and saw him there. I barely knew the guy.”
“I believe you.” Robert crossed his arms and walked over to the one-way mirror, leaning back against it. “You’ve missed a whole day of school, will you be able to catch up?”
“I probably haven’t missed that much.” It was a public school after all, and news of Matteo would have disrupted the day. “But I’m sure someone will lend me their notes.”
“Well then, I should take you home. However, I do have to go back… come back here to do more work.” He had almost slipped and revealed to his son that he didn’t actual work at this location. Chris couldn’t know about Jump Street yet.
Chris nodded, hesitating to ask his father the question that was on his mind. “Do you… know if Matteo is alive?”
“I do not. Kane and Taube are going to find out now.”
Back at the Sugar Shack, Jason ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t…” He looked toward the door. “Hey, look who finally arrived. What took you so long, Brooke?”
Brooke walked to their table and nodded to Keira to move over. When Keira did she sat down. “Has anyone ordered yet? I’m starved.”
Jason shook his head. “No, not yet. Maybe we were waiting for you.” He smiled.
Charlene and Kiona exchanged glances, both thinking that he’d kissed Brooke and they were both playing it cool. Kiona was a little annoyed that he hadn’t answered their questions. Chloe watched as Kiona got tense and waited for everyone to be quiet before speaking. “Looks like you need to relax, K.”
Kiona nodded. “But you told me at school that you were out.”
“And now, I’m topped up again.” Chloe gestured to the bathroom with her eyes. “Let’s go then.” They both got up, Brooke and Keira stood too to let Kiona out. Brooke sat back down, but Keira started to follow them. “You need to relax too, new girl?”
“Home life has become rather intolerable lately,” Keira told Chloe.
Chloe understood, she could definitely relate there. She faced the rest of the group. “Any other takers?” They shook their heads. “Order me some fries then.” Then she walked off to the bathroom.
The female bathroom followed the same red, black, and white theme as the rest of the joint. It had three stalls and three sinks and was completely empty. Chloe entered first, turning to meet the girls after they’d entered. “Have you got the dough, K?”, Chloe asked, cutting to the chase. Kiona pulled out the money and Chloe walked over to collect it, starting to count it out. As she did so, she told Keira, “My rates are, eight a hit, but it’s half price for the deal and then regular rates after that.”
3:55PM. Back at the table, not long after the three had left, Tamara enters the Sugar Shack. Brooke noticed her come in and waved her hand in the air. “Tamara, over here.” She saw Brooke and started to make her way over. “Where have you been? What took you so long?”
“Sorry, still finding my way around town. I got a little lost,” Tamara lied.
“I offered to meet to after school to come here together, but you said you had something to do.”
“It was just paperwork to do with my transfer my records or something that adults are too lazy to do themselves.”
“Alright then, sit down then, we’ve ordered fries for the table.”
Just as she is about to sit down next to Brooke, Chloe and the other two returned. “Well, who’s this then?”, Chloe asked.
Before Brooke could answer, Kiona said, “Hey, it’s Tamara, you made it.”
Tamara remained standing and nodded at Kiona. She then put out her hand to Chloe, “They call me Tommie.” Chloe shook her hand.
Doctor Pierce ran up the corridor with Ethan and Neil hot on his tail. They rounded a corner and entered a small four-person hospital room. A nurse was standing beside the bed that Matteo lay in. There were several screen monitors on the other side of the bed and a thin tube was coming out of to his wrist. The nurse turned to face the three men as they entered.
“He’s still unconscious but has started to respond, Dr Pierce. I believe he’s about to wake up.”
Dr Pierce walked over to Matteo’s bed and checked his vital signs. As he checks his pulse with his watch, Matteo’s eyes flicker. After a few more seconds, they open. Matteo is conscious.
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For chapter seven, what would your character do after school?
For chapter nine, what would your character do tonight, after these scenes?
(Please make sure you vote within the next few days! If you have multiple then post what they’d do in chat!)
- Remain where they are.
- Go back home
- Stay at a friend’s place
- Go out
- Something else; Rosie and Caliope can decide
- Something else; I’ll PM Rosie and Caliope