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You don't really mind that Leo's friends only really let you hang out because your dad's the sheriff.

I mean, sure, you're a little annoyed they didn't seek you out for your personality, but beggars can't be choosers.

You're not the most rebellious kid ever, by any means. But, somehow, you've managed to tag along with the 'Bad Kids' every single night since last April. You fill them in on what majority of the police are doing, where they won't be, and whether or not their fake IDs are realistic. They usually aren't.

Tonight you hadn't gotten any texts from anyone, so you were cozied up on your bed, freshly showered and your TV cued up to play 'Legally Blonde'.

Until Leo showed up at your window.

Now you're sitting in an underpass in an admittedly shady part of town, with your friends drinking something that smells putrid and smoking something just as nasty.

Leo, who was playing never have I ever with two of the friends, notices your not-so-subtle sulking and plops down on the rock next to you. ''So. Informant. What's the deal with the Fuzz tonight?'' He asks, punctuating his question with a nudge on your shoulder.