Her heels clicked on the tiles of the police station as she made her way into her interview. She had finally been called into the station for this ridiculous interview and she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. So Sloane put together an ensemble that screamed innocent, a tight pencil skirt, crisp white shirt and a black patchwork blazer from Chanel that she had stolen when she had lived with that family in Nantucket, who wanted a foster daughter to appeal to voters. She left them pretty high and dry, making sure to take most of her “mothers” closet before she ran away. Sloane removed her cat-eyed sunglasses, looking at the officer leading her to interrogation room. ‘Nice Ass’ she thought, raising her eyebrow when he turned around to lead her into the room.
Sloane sat down on the single steel chair in the room, the cute officer announcing that his superior would arrive shortly. She hated these places; they were always cold and uncaring. It reminded her why she didn’t want this life anymore. She tapped her nails against the table, turning her head when she heard the door open. Of course she’d get him. ‘Police Chief Kyle’ was not a fan of hers and she definitely did not like him. Sloane was not going to be able to sweet talk herself out of this one. She crossed her legs as he walked towards the chair at the opposite side of the table.
“Quite the record you’ve got Sloane White.” He said with a sly smirk on his face as he opened up some folder. In it contained her numerous mug shots. She remembered each and every single one of those. She rolled her eyes, looking back up at him. “A girl’s gotta eat.” He gave a light smile, looking back at her. “I suppose you have quite the appetite.” He closed the folder, pulling it back towards him. “A girl with a record like yours, I’d say you’re our prime suspect. This crime resembles some of your usual ones. It wouldn’t be that hard to implement you.” He said with a light shrug. “But I guess I can hear you out. Everyone is granted that.”
Sloane wanted to go over the table and kick him. She was trying to better herself. She hadn’t done any of that since she moved to Bayside. This was her fresh start but once again, her past had a way to rear its ugly head. “I didn’t do it.” Sloane looked away from him, not wanting to see his cocky reaction. “I was nowhere near that fucking record shop that day. I was a tad bit busy doing something else that day.”
“And what would that be?” He asked and Sloane pulled her chair closer to the table, a smile on her face. “I was a bit busy eating out, if you catch my drift.” Sloane noticed the look of confusion on his face. “I’ll help you out, since you obviously don’t know what I’m talking about. I was having a pretty hard day that day. Everyone knows about my tiny love-hate relationship with Aaron Stroker. Well I declared my love for him. I even bought him a ring pop, I was going for the romantic gesture of love. As I’m on the way to his car, I notice it’s moving a bit more than necessary. That’s when I saw him, getting it on with some horrid looking girl.” Sloane felt the tears coming back, as she remembered that day. “I was heartbroken. Here I thought that he might actually feel a bit more love than hate towards me. But I was wrong. So I called the only person I know who would be willing to hear me out. Dahlia Stein. Our brothers are in the same band so we’ve grown close over our dislike for the loud music that wakes us from our slumber. Well she was there for me, reminding me that I was worth more than someone like Aaron. One thing led to another and well, and we had a pretty great night.” Sloane let out a light chuckle, looking back at the man.
“Do you want me to get into more information? How she let her tongue trail up my thigh. Or how good she tasted?” Sloane raised her eyebrow, as he shook his head.
“I think we’ve got enough information Sloane.” He stood up, picking up his folder. “We’ll be getting back at you if your alibi doesn’t check out.” Sloane shrugged, putting her sunglasses back on her face. “Sounds great to me. I’ll be seeing you around Chief.” Sloane pulled out a lollipop from her clutch, giving it a good lick before stepping out of the room. Just like her folder, she had nothing to hide.
Bayside was her new start, in more ways than one.
Of course you would assume if anyone could it would be you.
Well have you seen me? I can work a paper bag if I was given one.
I could rock a wife beater but I don’t think I could handle the crocs.
No one can rock Crocs.
I should know. I tried them on thinking they’d look cute on me. Nope. What a mistake that was.
Was it you that took the CD’s, trynna be a real badass ;D
If I wanted to go down for a crime, I’d be stealing something way more expensive than some CDs.
Jimmy Choos aren’t really my brand and I hate diamonds. Maybe some Reed Krakoff’s and some black pearls.
From what I’ve seen, you’re more likely to be stuck in white wifebeater and some orange crocs as accessories.
And none of us have our eyes on you.
If I could wear it my own way.
Thank you for letting me know, now I can maneuver around without being noticed.
Of course, let me guess Jimmy Choos and a Bvgulari diamond choker. Because they so allow that in prison.
Hardly… Have you gone in for the interview?
No, not yet. I’ve been waiting to get hauled in, real bad ass style.
The store would be closed, doesn’t work.
I think I could rock an orange jumpsuit.
Yeah, yeah. I’m sure you’d find a way to sneak into the store. I have my eyes on you, sleep walking klepto.
I would, still I suspect it is someone else. A gut feeling says it’s not me.
You’re just too classy for jail.
What if you’re like a sleep walking klepto?
Aw, thank you. Orange jumpsuits aren’t my choice in clothing. I much prefer my closet.